Chapter 1: Alvin is the name of a computer geek
Alvin is not a name one would associate with this hunk of a man. Think Ryan Reynolds with short wavy blonde hair. Alvin first and foremost was a competitor, a fighter. The youngest of four boys, he was always last in line for clothes, for dessert, for everything. Therefore, he developed skills. The first skill was in sports, sports that required good hand/eye coordination. He played little league baseball and as an eight-year old, hit a home run over the fence in a game on a field that is usually used for kids in the 11-12 division. The coaches said they had never seen that before. He played shortstop, which helped him develop quick feet and a quick mind for the game. He was also the best Nintendo player in the school. He could make the joystick sing, his hands and fingers were so fast. As a computer- geek, the name Alvin was appropriate.
In high school he had an overall batting average in three years on varsity of .406, which was Ted Williams average in 1941. His buddies started calling him Ted. The average, his stellar glove and his eleven home runs propelled him to the Sports Illustrated high school all star team. He could have gone to USC or Stanford and gone pro but he had higher aspirations, literally higher. He wanted to be a pilot more than anything. It was for that reason that he applied to and was accepted to the Air Force Academy and starred on their absolutely lousy team that only won nine games in four years, losing one hundred and eleven. He didn’t care. He would find winning in the skies.
At the Air Force Academy he could have had any of the female cadets, any of the female instructors too. However, the code did not allow that so he kept it all down. When he went home to Temple Texas, he let it all out. He was often seen with two girls, one under each arm. His buddies marveled at him. He only said that he could easily satisfy two at a time, so why waste it? His buddies just scoffed, not believing a word.
There was that one girl, what was her name? He could never remember her name. It was an unusual name. He was at a bar with the boys watching the World Series. The waitress was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was tall, probably around six feet, had strong legs that were prominent due to the short skirt, white teeth, killer smile and the cutest dimples. The boys were talking about their baseball exploits. “The greatest game,” said Jeffrey, who played catcher at USC before the academy.
“The greatest game,” agreed Tony, who played infield—mostly as a backup—at UNLV. “Don’t you agree?” he posited to the waitress.
“I could never understand baseball,” she said, the gorgeous milk chocolate-Black girl, “I could get into football. The Volunteers gave a great Saturday experience. There is nothing like SEC football.”
Alvin had to pipe up. He was mesmerized by her. “You have the body of an athlete, what was your sport?”
“Boys, I was on the University of Tennessee national championship volleyball team. That is the sport of kings,” ribbing the boys.
What was her name? Alvin returned to that bar a week later. He talked with the super hot volleyball player-turned waitress. She had he sweetest smile and softest Southern accent. They went out for dinner. He remembered that she was in the U.S. Olympic women’s volleyball training program. They spent a fabulous night together and hooked up a few more times. She taught him a lot about how to satisfy a woman. Her legs were so long that she always locked her ankles when they fucked in missionary and used her thighs to pull him in deeper. He took her to a party with a lot of other cadets. He remembers the reaction he got from the other guys. She was the most beautiful thing any of them had ever seen.
While he was getting her a drink, Mike jumped the line and grabbed him by the arm. “Where did you find her? Damn, bro, you like the sistas?” Mike stole her from Alvin. They made an interesting looking couple. Mike, who played running back at the University of Illinois, at all of 5’9″ with her-what was her name—at almost six feet. He heard they got married.
In the air force he flew huge cargo planes but wanted to fly fighters. While he wanted to fly fighters, the air force did not assess his abilities ‘to be superior in the demands of that area of piloting.’ They required superior mental toughness. While he thought he was capable, this did not work out in his favor. He served the minimum number of years and received an honorable discharge. Now it was time to find a job. He landed a position with a big airline and was in the training program to fly 747’s, on account of the fact that he flew C-17’s and C-5’s. The 747 pilots were considered the cream-of-the-crop. So he came to appreciate his experience flying huge cargo planes and not sleek fighters.
It would take at least ten, maybe fifteen years of service, maybe longer, as a co-pilot before getting the chance to take command of a 747 but he was patient. There were many other perks to the job.
Alvin looked great in his uniform. As a single man, making a nice salary-with şehitkamil escort greater potential—he was in high demand among the female employees, chief among them were the flight attendants who captivated him. He thought about getting married to a women he met at a golf tournament. She was doing registration. He was too young and self-centered for marriage. He got plenty of tail and enjoyed his freedom.
Early on in his career, the female flight attendants would compete for his attention. He could have all of them, sequentially or together if he wanted. Unfortunately, the airline forbade this kind of relationship for safety and general esprit-de-corp. Some marriages were formed but those could only be ones where the two people never flew together. What is the fun of that, thought Alvin. Therefore, if he wanted relationships with the flight attendants he had to follow the rules. Alvin was in the military and was the kind of person who always followed the rules. He found plenty of hot women to hook up with.
The flight attendants (and the women on the ground crews) talked about him all the time. It was the flight attendants who had the most interaction with him so they had they had the most opportunities. One very petite brunette caught his eye. Her name was Chloe. She was about 5’2″ and 100 lbs. but strong on account of the fact that she was on the women’s gymnastics team at the University of Wisconsin. She had a great physique, a perfect behind and incredible legs. Besides, she had a killer smile with pearly white teeth and used her make up to best flatter her mouth and lips. Alvin thought often about those lips and how they would feel surrounding his cock. He would get his chance.
He had just landed in Tokyo when he saw Chloe in the crew lounge. She knew he was a “playa” from the other girls but few of them were in possession of any details. They made up stories and fantasized about him in their beds. He was probably one of the few men who could give a woman an orgasm and not even be in the same country.
He saw her pulling her carry-on and she looked super sexy just walking through the door. It must have been the smooth way she moved and controlled her movements from years doing dance and gymnastics. When she saw him, she thought immediately that he must be the one that the others always talked about. If so, they were right. He was really put together. He was at the coffee machine when she approached him. “Hi, my name is Chloe, are you Alvin?”
“My friends call me Ted. I would be thrilled if you were one of them.”
“I have been looking for a friend like you.”
“What kind of friend is that?”
Chloe had always been a good girl. She did not lose her virginity until she was nineteen in the dorm at Wisconsin. She had been hanging around Benjamin a lot. She was studying sociology. He was studying Engineering. They first met in the athletic center. She was leaving the gym after a workout. Benjamin had a work-study job in the athletic department. They dated by attending sports events. One night it happened. Chloe, an extremely shy girl, finally took the plunge and agreed to do it. They were in Benjamin’s dorm room. His roommate who lived in Chicago had gone home for the weekend. They had made out a few times but this one got hot and heavy. He started caressing her breasts, perfect 32B little girly breasts. She got hot, unbuckled his pants and started sucking his cock. This had happened once before but this time, she had the urge and produced a condom from her small shoulder purse.
“Put this on.”
“Sure, how long have you been carrying that around?”
“This one for only a few months. I bought a box when I got here (on campus this fall) but never…”
Taking it from her, he slipped it on. He had done this before a few times. She was excited already but he started fingering her slit. When she was ready she pushed his hand away and slowly climbed on. She was terribly frightened. It hurt a lot. There was a trickle of blood which she blotted from her thighs. It was over in a minute.
At Wisconsin she had met many more interesting guys but was reserved, did not attend parties and really did not circulate in the kinds of crowds where one receives a lot of pressure. She had two more boyfriends and graduated. Since she was the perfect height and weight, she applied to be a flight attendant and was accepted on account of her all-American good looks, warm smile and engaging personality. She was based in Chicago but did not like it there. It was much colder than Las Vegas where she grew up. In Chicago, she met young men at church and other clean functions. She did not drink.
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“I asked you, what kind of friend is that, the kind you are looking for?”
“Tall dark and handsome,” was all that came out. It was stupid thing to say but all the women in the old movies used that line.
“Would you settle for tall, blonde and out-of-shape?”
Out-of-shape? He was an Adonis to her. This is the kind of self-deprecating style she knew some guys used. “What could you ever mean, ‘out of shape’?”
“I played baseball at the academy.” All of the girls knew he was in the air force. “I have to admit I was in pretty good condition about ten years ago but rarely work out any more like I used to.”
“In that case, I will take tall, blonde and unable-to-workout-much.” They talked some more but had to catch the shuttle to the Hilton, where all of the flight crews stay. They found seats in the third row of the mini-van, and the other girls in that vehicle snickered in blood-boiling jealousy the whole trip. All of the crews shared rooms so there was no chance for a quick tryst. This would be their first date anyway so he asked if she had the energy for a drink at the jazz club down the street. His flight had been 13 hours from Dallas to Tokyo but he caught a short nap in the crew rest quarters so was not tired. Her flight was 10 hours but she was tired from standing the whole time. Yet, here he was, the hunk of the company and he wanted to spend time with her. They went to the club. He told her she would sleep better if she had a drink. She had a cup of sake and practically fell asleep. They returned to the hotel.
Chloe was very interested in him but they would have to make arrangements for a second date since he lived in Los Angeles. He was able to find a flight that got him to Chicago and they met for dinner. They had a great time and both wanted to extend the date into the evening.
“Where are you staying tonight?” she inquired. Alvin, as we shall see, is a lady’s man and always prepared. He always carried with him a tiny overnight bag in a pouch that he slung over his shoulder with a toothbrush, a change of underwear, a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube. When he picked her up she asked him what that was and he told her that he carried overnight supplies in case he was called to catch a flight somewhere. He had left his uniform at the secure equipment room for the flight crews so he could change for his next flight at the airport.
“I have not decided yet. Do you have any suggestions?”
Chloe was not very experienced with men at 26 but she knew an opportunity when one was presented. “I know this is only our second date, if you count the one at the jazz club in Tokyo when I passed out, but I, um, have space for you tonight…if you…want.”
“That is a great offer. I have been hoping and praying for something like this since the moment I saw you.” This was pure flattery, for all he wanted was some action. He was good at the stupid small talk that got girls in bed. He put his strong hand on hers. She turned her wrist so their hands were folded together. He leaned over the small table and kissed her. She was a bit surprised but she needed the affection.
They caught a cab to her apartment and made out the whole time. She ran her hands over his fabulous chest over and over and slipped her hand down to his crotch so she could indicate to him that she wanted it and to get some idea of what was in store.
The door opened to a small living room/kitchen area. She put down her purse. “Can I get you anything?”
“Only directions to the bathroom.”
“Right through that door to the right.” He walked off. “Would it be too forward if I just told you to meet me in the bedroom?” she inquired softly as he got through the doorway.
“You invited me back to your apartment. I think that we passed the awkward ‘forward’ stage of the relationship. I think we are here for the same reasons.”
Chloe quickly skipped to the bedroom and located her one camisole, a bright red one, and slipped it on. She tied to find the matching red panties but stopped searching and just put on boring white cotton ones. She was just putting on the camisole and tossed her dress on the chair when he entered the room.
“That is just perfect, little girl. Do you like red?”
She jumped into his arms. “Of course, what is your favorite color?”
“Red when it is on a slinky little number like that. I also like pink when I am in the arms of a beautiful woman.”
“Pink?”
“I will show you.” Alvin liked the pink of pussy. They kissed for a long time. He ran his hands down her back and slipped them into her panties, grabbing a hand of perfect ass. The kiss ended when she sat on the bed and started unbuckling his pants. “Let me help you with that.” He unzipped and pushed them off. She was amazed by his athletic build. She pulled down his briefs and took his cock in her hands. It was already filling with blood.
This had only been her sixth lover so she was not very experienced but she did a great job. He was standing tall in a minute. She sucked. He moaned. She squeezed his balls. He moaned. “It’s my turn,” he said. She looked up and her lipstick was smeared and her face was wet. “Stand up. Get on the bed.”
She was visibly shaking. “You are shaking. Are you cold?” She pulled down her plain, white cloth panties.
“No just…nervous…excited…agh…just stupid, I guess.” He positioned her so her head was on the pillow and parted her legs, leaving the red camisole and the white cotton panties. He climbed between her legs. Alvin was good at this, as he had, by this time, at 33, about 100 lovers. He teased her lips and nibbled her thighs and blew on her clit. “You are very good at this…”
Chloe rarely masturbated because of her strict upbringing and owned no toys. This was new to her. He expertly licked and sucked and she was in heaven. He knew all of the right places. She was amazed that he knew just where to nibble, where to suck, where to rub with his nose and his fingers. She knew that they should have intercourse but she didn’t want him to stop, ever. She had never felt so good. “Ahh, that is so good. Don’t stop.” He continued to use his mouth, tongue and fingers. She moaned and groaned. She rubbed his ears to guide his tongue to the right places.
He looked up and she saw a happy man, strong face and neck covered in her juices. “Wanna fuck? I have a condom.”
“Yes,” she said stiffly.
He grabbed his tiny pouch and produced the envelope. He rolled it on. “Can we start this way?” he asked, positioning himself between her legs. Begin, she, thought and wondered what else would happen after the ‘beginning’.
“Sure”.
He moved up on the bed. He stopped for a long time to lick her nipples which she had exposed by lowering the straps of her garment. Her breasts were perfect, perfectly proportioned to her small frame, probably 32B. They were natural and slightly pushed out from her chest just a little.
“With the condom on I can’t always feel your opening. Would you guide me in? I will go slowly.” That was exactly what Chloe was hoping for. She reached down and put him in the right place. “Ready?”
“Ya.”
He slowly pushed. She gasped as she felt his shaft fill her. It took about six or seven more thrusts before she could feel that he had gone as far as he could. A few more gentle trusts more and she was relaxed. She took a breath, finally, and let it out with a huge sigh. He kissed her and she opened her mouth. It was a great kiss, the hottest and most amorous of their relationship thus far.
He got into a rhythm and she was feeling good. She felt that this wonderful man, who all the other girls wanted, was insider of her. She wanted him inside, deep inside. He pumped her for about five minutes and she was feeling like she was getting higher, somewhere higher, but she did not know where. She wanted to pull him totally inside. He pulled away a tiny bit and pushed her legs so her knees were touching her shoulders. No one had ever done that before. She thought of all of the stretching workouts in the gym. This was a good position. He felt even deeper. He pushed up and she pushed down because as she pushed down he seemed to get even deeper. They were in an ecstatic rhythm. She moaned and yelped.
After a few more minutes in this position she saw he was perspiring heavily. She was also very hot. But she did not want to break the rhythm. She grunted and grunted. His pushed and pushed. After about fifteen minutes of fucking, he stopped. Breathing very heavily, “I am very thirsty, do mind if I get a glass of water, and would you like one?”
She was parched but did not even feel it until he mentioned it. She was so caught up in the moment. “Yes, please. There is a plastic pitcher in the frig.” He went to kitchen, opened the refrigerator and poured two cold glasses. He returned and gulped his glass down quickly.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
“Umm, I would like to keep going but I am getting sore down there.”
Alvin was prepared for this. He always packed a small bottle of lube with the condoms. Alvin was a beautiful male specimen, a man with a hunk of a body but his cock was not especially large. He measured it once at about six inches. More than enough, his girlfriends always told him. What he had was stamina. Maybe it was his athlete’s physiology or mentality but he could control himself, his breathing and his pelvic floor muscles. In short, he could pump away at a girl for thirty-five or forty minutes, maybe more. Since he always used a condom and condoms make a lot of women dry, he carried the bottle. “I have a solution. Sit back and I will lube you. I promise you will like it.”
She had pulled her legs up her chest and was in a sitting fetal position while drinking the water. He took the glass, placed on the nightstand and laid her down flat on her back. He opened the bottle and generously poured some on his right hand and some on her pussy, making it glisten and the pubic hair gleam. He sat beside her and rubbed gently but firmly. She felt the warmth of the special liquid. It had a warming quality and a scent of lavender. It did not take long for her to start moaning again, grunting and whimpering. Her eyes were closed. The sounds from her mouth were guttural now. “Ungh, Nnna, Eee.” Alvin pushed two fingers into her pussy and pulled upward to find her g-spot and pushed his strong fingers into her over and over, faster and faster, making loud slurping noises. She grunted and moaned. It took some time but her sounds got to a high pitch. Then came the most animalistic grunt/scream he had ever heard. Her legs shook and quaked and her feet were flying all over. It all calmed down in the room and she went fully limp, breathing heavily like she had just run a marathon.