IT STARTED WITH A SELFIE
written by:
gladius

I slid the hotel key card in the door slot, and the hotel room door opened. I smiled at my new bride, Lisa, and pushed the door with my shoulder, opening it widely. The San Diego, California area hotel was familiar to me, having stayed there often in the past. I already knew the general layout of the room in which we were to stay in for the weekend, but for Lisa, it was to be a new experience. I stepped in the room, and saw that everything was exactly where it was supposed to be: the king-sized bed, the big flat screen TV set, the entrance to the bathroom, and the drawn curtains.

Lisa and I had only been married for two months, our lives having crossed in rather uncommon circumstances: we are both US Army Reserve officers from the Los Angeles area. I'm a Major, while Lisa is a Captain, and we had been just assigned to an Army Reserve unit where I've been slotted to be a battalion Executive Officer. I had met Lisa for the first time during my latest deployment to Afghanistan, where we had served at a small Forward Operating Base, or FOB (pronounced fob) for short, in the south of the country. I remember vividly the very first day I saw Lisa there: I was in command of a newly-arrived four-man Civil Affairs team, while she commanded a small FET, or Female Engagement Team, tasked with dealing with local women. I introduced myself to her, and, for me at least, it was love at first sight. The young Captain had impressed me with her professionalism and personal bravery, but also with her beauty: her round face, fair skin, straight nose, green eyes, and long dark hair gathered up in a regulation bun at the back of her head. For a whole year, we worked together, ate together, and dodged death on several occasions. We had to be discreet with our blossoming romance, however: the FOB was small, and any overt displays of affection would have been noticed by the others. Even for exchanging a kiss, we had to engage in protracted, subtle maneuvers to achieve the needed privacy. Sex was out of the question. Upon our return to the US, our relationship reached its point of no-return: one night, Lisa managed to sneak into the hotel room I was staying in, and we celebrated our love in intense, passionate, romantic lovemaking. I proposed to her the next morning, and upon our return to California, we engineered her transfer to my unit, and a well-deserved honeymoon to Bora-Bora. It had been a pricey ten nights, but worth it.

So here we were that evening, walking together in the clean, well-appointed room, carrying our bags.

"You've been staying at this hotel, all this time?" Lisa asked, obviously pleased with the room. She set her suitcase on the hotel bed, as I opened the window curtains. We were both casually-dressed, as needed for our long drive from the West Los Angeles area, and the next day would be Lisa's first weekend drill with my unit. I had no doubt that she would make a good impression.

"Yes, I have," I replied. Lisa started unpacking her bag, sorting through the stuff contained therein. As for me, I placed my toiletries in the bathroom, and afterwards set the alarm clock to wake us up the following morning. As Lisa concentrated on hanging up her uniform in the small closet, I approached her from behind, and wrapped my arms around her waist, swiftly placing a kiss on the back of her neck, rendered accessible by the ponytail containing her hair. I could feel her body stirring under my touch, and she made an effort to turn around.

"You smell wonderful," I said, as I smelled her perfume.

"Please let me finish unpacking," Lisa said, "and I'll let you in on a secret." My curiosity piqued, I backed away, and kept myself busy by unpacking my own clothes. In a few moments, we both finished unpacking. I felt better, knowing that I would now be able to command Lisa's full attention.

"What is the secret?" I asked suavely, looking my wife in the eye.

"You know... I didn't bring any sleepwear," she said softly. "I figured that since we will be wearing our uniforms throughout the weekend, we could have a little fun by strutting around in our birthday suits while staying here during drill weekends. What do you think?" she asked with an eager smile.

"Sort of like a Nudist Reserves?" I inquired, swept in the humor of the moment.

"That's the idea," Lisa replied with a roguish smile.

"I like the way you think," I concluded, and proceeded to shed my polo shirt, my slacks, and socks. Lisa removed her own light clothing, revealing her nude body. She was a full head shorter than me, with a fair skin, flat stomach, and round breasts with pink nipples. Glancing lower, I noticed that her tuft of dark pubic hair had been shaved off, exposing the most well-shaped "camel toe" pussy nature ever created. My wife's body was in great condition, and it has to be: in civilian life, she's a lifeguard station chief at a beach in Los Angeles County.

"I think we should immortalize this day," Lisa said, grinning still further. Once again made curious, I raised my eyebrows. She said nothing more, but plucked a digital camera from her suitcase.

"I like where you're going with this," I said with a wink. Looking around the room, I eyed the big rectangular mirror right beside the TV set. It was big enough to allow us to take full-bodied self-pictures without any problem. This was going to be fun, I thought, as Lisa handed me the camera. I stood behind her, and placed my free hand right above her pussy, as she placed her and on my own hand. I gently pressed my left cheek on her right temple, coking her head slightly to the left. As she flashed me a trusting smile, I took the first picture.

"You're very photogenic, sweetie," I said sincerely. The next picture featured my left arm covering her breasts; the move took Lisa by surprise, and I was happy that the photo caught her startled giggle. For the third picture, she turned her head slightly toward me, so that her nose almost touched my chin, and closed her eyes. Swept in the erotic moment, we took some more photos, ending our photo session with one featuring my wife facing me and embracing me, thus capturing her entire back side. The room's air conditioning system was cooling the room, and the cool sensation contrasted with Lisa's bodily warmth, feeling my mind with loving, erotic thoughts.

"I'd like to take some pictures like this in the future, as well," I whispered, kissing Lisa's neck and shoulder.

"The more, the better," she said encouragingly. I stepped away from my wife, and placed the two suitcases on a cushioned wooden stand, so we could have the bed only for ourselves. Form my suitcase, I pulled out two small water bottles, and went to place them in the small refrigerator by the door. When I returned, my wife was already splayed across the still-covered king-size bed, her right leg slightly bent. The view she gave me was simply gorgeous.

"Hey," she greeted me with a smile, as I gently climbed on the bed. "How are you?" she continued with a smile, while I kissed the inside of her thighs. She placed her hands on the back of her head, clearly pleased with my kissing. Opening her legs slightly, I gently licked her outer pussy lips.

"Hmmm," Lisa approved. "A very promising beginning." I stopped, however, and positioned myself on Lisa's right side, leaning on my left elbow, enjoying the view of her nude form. Turning on her side, she faced me, flinging her left arm around my neck. We kissed romantically, while my right hand leisurely stroked her spine and cute behind. My wife placed her left thigh over my right one.

"I know you'll make a great impression tomorrow," I said. My hand was stroking her outer left thigh, and I enjoyed the firm tone, and the fair skin. She already knew the soldiers in the team I've commanded in Afghanistan, but she would get to know the rest of the battalion, as well.

"You'll probably be assigned to a team similar to the type I commanded," I said.

"I'd love that," she replied.

"It's a great command opportunity... and I know you can do it," I said softly. I pushed my right thigh further in between her legs, stroking once again the outside of her left one. In this position, laying on the big bed, looking each other in the eye, our conversation drifted from one topic to the next. I did my best to appear reassuring, and I told her that I would help her in any way I can to adjust in the unit. I told her a couple of humorous anecdotes from the unit's past, and I was delighted to see her giggle. Feeling a bit more intrepid, I leaned over, and kissed Lisa. Our lips joined, and my tongue sought out hers. For a few seconds, our kiss held, filling me with stimulating energy.

"You can't imagine how happy I am, to have you by my side," I declared.

"I'm a lucky woman," my wife replied. Words became superfluous, as we conveyed our feelings with stroking, and with romantic glances. My hand roamed over her midriff, and I enjoyed the feminine shape, and the soft skin.

Without saying a word, I gently pushed away her left thigh off me, spreading my wife's legs apart. The move pushed her on her back, and I leaned over, kissing her left breast, and, with my tongue, I teased her nipple. My right hand stroked her clean-shaven pussy.

"That feels nice," Lisa aid softly, and she moaned softly.

"Really, now?" she asked rhetorically, as my touch continued to stimulate her. "Are you going to be this horny all weekend?" she teased further. I stopped smooching her breasts and raised myself slightly higher, and looked at Lisa's bald pussy, as my hand stroked the outer lips, then the clitoral hood. My stroking motion continued, as my gaze averted once again upon Lisa. She didn't say anything; her eyes were closed, but she still submitted to my touch. Her pussy's warm dampness became more evident, and soon I felt some of her pussy juice dripping on my fingers. Leaning over her, I kissed her belly, then her breast again. My lips gently gripped her nipple, and played with it.

"Really?" she playfully teased again, and I saw a smile cross her face, as my other and continued fondling Lisa's clit. All this while, my beloved had kept her hands behind her head, passively enjoying my ministrations.

"You've never had me from behind," Lisa announced suddenly. "You know.... Doggy style," she clarified, looking at me. Still fondling her pussy folds, I looked up at her, shocked. "Let's do it. I'm wet, too."

"You sure are," I confirmed, still caressing her desired entrance.

"Alright, let's get it on," she urged with a smile. I extricated myself from the embrace we had enjoyed thus far, and stood on the side of the bed, thus giving Lisa plenty of room to maneuver. By this point, my penis was already erect from the anticipation of what was to come. My wife was right: we had previously had sex in other positions, but not this one.

"It's what I want... and need," she said playfully, as she knelt facing the head of the bed, her hands supporting her. She presented her butt to me, and I couldn't resist slapping it gently.

"I love the way you walk around, with that raging erection," Lisa said next. I climbed on the bottom of the bed on my knees, and reached out to touch her behind, feeling it. With the requisite reverence, I maneuvered my member in Lisa's waiting pussy.

"Yeah, baby," she reacted, as my penis penetrated. My wife leaned forward, leaning her forearm against the pillows she had piled up beforehand. She let forth a feminine grunt as I began thrusting unhurriedly.

"Oh, god, yeah," she moaned as I picked up the pace a bit, her pussy grasping my pylon of erect flesh. "Pound me, pound me," Lisa insisted heartily. Harder, please, harder," she demanded more urgently. My hands temporarily left her waist, and I placed them on her shoulders, sliding the fingers down her back, and to her waist again. As my thrusts speeded up, her begging for me to do her harder increased, slowly at first, but then faster, keeping up with our rhythm. I could see her head turned to the left, trying to get a glimpse of me, as my wife's moans gradually lost their coherence. I could sense her pussy pulsating around my member more and more rapidly, and soon, after some moments, Lisa came with a prolonged moan. I came a few moments later, feeling the energy drain from my body with each shooting shudder inside my sexy wife.

As our sweaty bodies lazed on the large bed, Lisa and I exchanged a few romantic words, then, over time, we fell asleep. It would be a busy weekend, but at least we started it off right.