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Missing You	By : hotholdens Category: 1 through F > Army Wives Views: 1743 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My first story, please read and review. I will try to get better at the dirty stuff.
It had been a really long day. Major General Michael Holden was finally arriving back at his quarters in Afghanistan, after a day full of stress, mostly caused by those damn contractors. The only good thing, and it was a big one, was that all of the patrols had gone well and there hadn’t been any injuries to his soldiers. He’d take a day like that anytime, no matter how much other stress he had to deal with.
And now, he was finally going to get some rest. He removed his uniform jacket and placed it on the small desk beside his door. God this place was hot and dirty, he needed a shower quick. Then he had a little treat, a letter from his wife, Claudia Joy. Sure, they talked almost every day on the webcam, but he still loved having her words to read over and over again until he got home to her.

Thirty minutes later, Michael returned to his small bedroom, feeling slightly refreshed from the shower. It was still about 97 degrees out, and unlike his habit at home, Michael had been sleeping in just his boxers during this deployment. He grabbed his letter and sat on his small bed, with his back up against the wall. Smiling, he opened the letter and began to read:
My Dearest Michael,
I’m writing this at about 10pm, before I go to bed and attempt to sleep again without you. In the last 22 years, I have had to spend many nights alone because I must share you with the Army, and it never gets any easier. Tonight especially, honey, I wish you were here. You know I love our life together, and our amazing sex life. But the downside of that is that my body gets used to your touch, and every now and again I have so much desire for you I can hardly breathe. That is happening tonight, sweetheart. It’s not very ladylike, I know, but I wish you were here so I could hold you and touch you and feel you touch me. I want to make love to you, Michael, and I’m not ashamed to write that in a letter and send it halfway around the world.

You’ve been away for a month now. I hold on to the memory of our last night together before you left. I wasn’t feeling well, you remember, until you came into our bedroom and smiled at me. We clung to each other, knowing that in a few hours we would be ripped apart by war. You kissed me everywhere, and touched me in all the right places. Afterwards, do you remember, we lay together for what seemed like hours. Not talking, just being together.

Michael did remember. He smiled as he kept reading:
If you were here right now, honey, I’d come into your office, where you’d probably still be working, and put my arms around you, kissing the back of your neck. I’d ask you if you were coming to bed, and you would know from my voice that I meant I wanted to make love. That’s the great thing about being with your best friend for over 20 years, we can communicate our desires to each other without words. But since we aren’t together tonight, I’ll have to use words to tell you what I want. After you come upstairs, I’d put my arms around you and kiss your lips, our tongues would tangle together and we’d start to feel the heat that always comes between us in those moments. Maybe we’d take a long bubble bath together, with me sitting between your legs as you reach your arms around me and stroke my breasts.

As Michael continued to read, he was becoming more and more surprised at how frank Claudia Joy was being in this letter. He was glad though, to hear her tell him she wanted him this much. He wished he was there to make love to her, like they both wanted, but it was really turning him on to know that she was yearning for him, even 20 years in. He was getting a little hard too, thinking about that bath was really hot and it’d been a month since he’d felt release. He continued to read:
After the bath, we’d walk slowly to our bed, where we’ve come together so many times in the past. We would slowly kiss all the way across the room, and as we climb into bed together our hands would start exploring our naked bodies. You’d brush your fingers along my breasts and stomach, and I would run my hands up and down your back. You’d kiss my neck and shoulders, and pretty soon, our hands would be touching much more intimate places. I know every inch of your body, baby, and you know mine. I want so badly to feel your hand between my legs, feeling how ready I am to be with you. And I wish I could touch your hardness, I love to feel how excited you get when we are together.

Michael was breaking out into a sweat. He could almost feel her hand on him, he had felt it so many times before. His erection was full now. Almost without thinking, he moved his hand to the bulge in his boxers and started to rub himself. Oh god, that felt good! He may be in a war zone, but right now he was lost in a haze of sexual heat, all brought about by his wonderful wife. Eventually, he pulled his boxers down to his ankles and kicked them off. Now he was stroking himself full on, as he kept reading the words on the paper in his other hand.
I love how, now that we have been together so many times, we always seem to know how the other one wants to go about things each night. This night it would be a little quicker than usual, because I am really turned on for you right now. Probably, after about ten minutes of touching each other, I’d be urging you to put yourself inside me. As soon as you are there, I know your eyes would close almost all the way as you start to move. I love how your ears get red as you get closer and closer to your climax. I don’t think it would take long for you to bring me to the edge, because you always know where and how to touch me as you thrust yourself in and out. When we’re both on the precipice, we would look into each other’s eyes and silently agree to come together. We’d cling to each other as we ride the waves of ecstasy, then you’d fall down onto me and I would feel the sweat on your chest against mine. We’d kiss each other soundly and hold onto each other a while longer. Then I would fall asleep in your arms, blissfully happy to be with my best friend, my lover, my hero. Hurry home soldier, I’ll be waiting
Love you forever,
Claudia Joy
As he read the final words, the letter slipped from his hand and fell to the floor as Michael lost himself completely in his pleasure. His hand moved faster up and down his penis, lubricated by the small amount of fluid that had appeared on the tip a moment earlier. He closed his eyes and laid his head back against the wall as he imagined his naked wife beside him, touching him herself. His breathing was fast and labored, his hand gripping himself tightly as he continued to pump it up and down. His hips started to rise off the bed in a thrusting motion. He was getting close, it didn’t take long because he was so turned on by that letter. A few seconds later, he felt the first wave of orgasm, and the white liquid started to shoot out of him onto the patch of hair on his abdomen. A few short bursts, and it was over. Michael let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and looked down at his hand, which was slowing its movement, eventually coming to a stop. His breathing returning to normal, the General smiled shyly, a little embarrassed at what had just happened. He grabbed his boxers and used them to clean himself off, then rose from the bed to retrieve a clean pair and put them on. As he walked back to the bed, he retrieved the letter from the floor and placed it safely in the drawer of his desk, wanting to keep it to read another night. He switched off the light, lay back down onto his bed, and felt sleep coming quickly. As he drifted off, he smiled again, thinking about how lucky he was to have Claudia Joy. Their desire for each other was amazing, and even 3000 miles away she was still driving him mad. Tomorrow during their web chat, he would casually tell her that he had received her letter, and that he had thoroughly enjoyed it. The details would have to wait for his mid-tour leave, when he could tell her exactly what she had driven him to do out here in the middle of the desert. Of course, that would have to wait until after they’d made up for lost time and done it for real a few times. “I love you honey, see you soon” he said as the final waves of sleep overtook him, the day ending with him a lot more relaxed than he’d been a half hour earlier.
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