"I hate to see you disappear from my life," he said nonchalantly. "Why don't you let me know where you're staying?"

"No… I can't. I'm supposed to be…" – she shrugged – "…out of circulation." Eddy laughed. Terry glanced nervously up the aisle. The old man two seats away was snoring a newspaper hanging from his fingers. No one else seemed to know that they were even alive.

"Why don't you let me eat you out before you…"

"Eat me!" Terry blushed and stared at the soldier. His words had excited her to a point of near madness. She'd heard about things like that. Of men going down on women and women giving head to men. But this offer of Eddy's had been so off-handed. Like he would eat a girl any day of the week and twice on Sunday if he thought she wanted to.

"Nobody's wise to us. Just lay down on this seat and bend your legs up and I'll work around your panties somehow." He tilted his head in thought. "Or maybe you could slip them off."

"I… don't know, Eddy. I never… well, what I mean is, I should get back to my own seat before my sister wakes up and…"

"I can do it real good," he said, voice low and sexy. He showed her the tip of his tongue and moved it slowly from side to aide. Teresa was about to come unglued. She twisted a lock of her hair and thought. Her narrow chest rose and fell as she wondered how it would feel to have a man's spit-slickened lips kissing her cunt.

"Maybe just a few more minutes," she breathed and then Eddy was lowering her onto the seat, lifting her legs. She felt her panties being skinned off. She closed her eyes and tried to get hold of her emotions. But that was impossible because the handsome soldier was kissing the insides of her thighs now and she whimpered her surrender and let her knees sag apart.