We were all late to the next day's tour. I had to run back to my hotel for a thorough shower and brushing my teeth, and I made it to one of the hotel-side coffee shops the same time Mirit did. Josh and Mark were waiting and had ordered my drink and a muffin. They were in the exhilarated "post-fuck" mood too and grinned and quietly told me about their nights with Annika and Smadar.
I was too worn out and in a daze trying to recover to have that glow about me, and when Mirit had ordered her drink, she told my American partners that I was hungover and had ended up at her place, an absolute mess. It wasn't a lie, I'll give her that credit. Adjusting her rifle back across her front, she urged us to get going for the army shuttle to the base. I had to admire her; uniform again tight, hair done up, the very little makeup she wore was subtle. Only an hour ago she had been covered in two men's cum, and had been eating my asshole out. Now it was back to "sir".
The traffic was light and the sun was already hot. The day was spent at an Israeli Armor post and we got to climb around the Merkava tanks; bigger than the American Abrams, and in my opinion a lot more bad ass. Other European and friendly nation officers were getting the same tour and Josh Mark and I were checking out their tour guides. Most were men, and handsome I thought, but I kept that to myself. All the women though, were of course beautiful.
My eyes were wandering Mirit's body every chance I could risk it. She was exactly as she had been the day before and I was thankful for it. My cock couldn't deal with the torment of innuendo or foreplay throughout the day.
The tour ended with an address by the facility's Executive Officer, explaining the proud history of Israeli military prowess, beckoning back to David slaying Goliath. Mirit, standing next to me and hearing these names mentioned to me quietly "David absolutely fucked Goliath, didn't he". I immediately blushed at her boldness, impossible for anybody to know unless they were present last night, when I was playing the role of David, bringing Goliath to his knees. Our tour ended early, allowing all of us foreign guest's time to arrange travel to wherever in Israel we wanted to go, so long as we were back in Jerusalem by sunset Sunday. The Sabbath was about to start and a lot of public transportation would shut down, along with a lot of the nightlife.
Mirit brought us back to our hotel and we relaxed in the coffee shop once again. Now off duty, her hair fell down naturally to her back and unbuttoned the top of her uniform. We all decided we would stay in Jerusalem through the weekend, but head down to the beach in Tel Aviv for the afternoon tomorrow, a short day trip. Though I had already seen Mirit naked, and indeed debased in every sense of the word, I was dying to see her in a swimsuit. Knowing her, it wouldn't disappoint.
Mirit left the three of us in the coffee shop, and we each turned to some books we had picked up in the Old City the day before. The coffee I had been drinking all day had rejuvenated me, and I finally had the post-fuck exhilaration that my friends had this morning. I was trying to focus on my reading about the '67 war and Israel's recapture of the Old City and the Wailing Wall but my mind kept turning back to Mirit. I was soon hard, remembering fucking her pussy and her screaming and us spitting on each other's toned bodies.
Exasperated, I slapped my book down and said "Tell me about what you did with those other two girls."
Josh and Mark both smiled and explained how they had been taken to the other club, and when they walked in, the girls dragged them both to the dance floor. Heavy grinding and groping there led to both Smadar and Annika sucking their cocks in the men's room, and then back to the hotel where they each had a good fuck. My friends bragged that Annika pleasantly returned to moaning in her native Russian when she fucked, and Smadar demanded getting fucked in the ass.
After telling me their exploits, my friends looked at me and asked if I had fucked at all because I had gotten so fucked up, referring to Mirit's explanation this morning.
"I woke up on the couch, I think. I know Mirit and her friend Moshe fucked though." I replied, keeping my story honest but omitting my involvement.
"Well I wouldn't worry about that, Eric. Either her friends will show back up and you can have a turn, or Mirit will get you all to herself. Did you see the way she was checking you out today?" Mark agreed and chimed in, saying that whenever my back was turned she was staring at me, and at one point had giggled and pointed at me with another female IDF officer.
"She wants you bad man, and I think somehow she's going to get it too".
I was blushing, tongue in cheek at how accurate my friends were and having no idea they were hitting the nail on the head. Still, I played dumb and almost bashful, and tried to play down her stares saying it may be unprofessional, especially when we have another five days with Mirit as our tour guide and liaison.
Just then as I was playing innocent with Mirit and my friends insisting otherwise, in she strode. Mirit walked up and welcomed herself to the fourth chair at our table. Our conversations caught in our throat and we were silent wondering how to redirect without being so obvious.
Our guest solved the problem for us and asked which one of us would order her an espresso. Mark jumped up, his wallet already out, leaving three of us.
"What are you reading now?" Mirit asked, picking up each book on the table in turn. Each was a military history of either the Hebrews, Israelites or the modern IDF. "Ahh, each a great story." She smiled at our good taste obviously proud of her service and her military. "The best story in this history is David and Goliath." She looked at me, suddenly a smoldering expression. "Isn't that right, Eric."
Mark was sitting back down with Mirit's drink, and explained "ohh, Eric, is it? When did you two become best friends?" My friends jumped on her familiarity with me, and her constant staring through the day.
Mirit smiled broadly and leaned back, arms crossed almost masculine. Her position caused her tight grey tank top to reveal her bust and her arms certainly helped, pushing her tits up and giving us each an impressive view. Her baggy cargo pants left everything to imagination, and she leaned her chair back a bit, her legs spread the way a man does.
"Well, yes gentlemen" She addressed Josh and Mark. "I suppose I did call him Eric in front of you, yes?" She smirked. "I called him Eric last night too. In fact I was screaming his name, `Eric, Eric, Eric".
Mirit rocked her chair forward and my friends were stunned for only a brief second. Then they busted up laughing and calling me a dog. "Why didn't you say anything, man?" They were grinning and seemingly unaware they were talking about it as if Mirit wasn't here right with us still. While the boys kept going on Mirit quietly downed her espresso, black as ordered and placing the cup down she interrupted my friend's excitement.
"And my friends told me you two gave them each a good fuck?" Mirit commented. "My friends are such tattles, but they told me only good things of you two. How were they?"
Josh and Mark were taken by surprise at Mirit's straightforward demeanor, but really if we had had time to think about it, none of us should have been. Since the moment she introduced herself her quiet and stern confidence had led us through the Old City, led us through the New City to a few clubs, and had arranged our itinerary almost regardless of our own plans. She was, despite her age, her size, her junior rank, undisputedly in control. They struggled to find polite words, worrying about insulting or insinuating things of her friends, and Mirit cut them off. "relax, I know them. They're too dirty girls, yes? I bet you both fucked them in the ass, right? I hope you didn't wear a condom, they each hate those."
Relieved of the burden of being respectful, Josh and Mark happily agreed and asked if they would see them again. Mirit gave them their numbers and said they were hoping for something to do tonight, as none of them observed Shabbat. Their plans arranged, Mirit turned to me and in front of my friends, still sitting said she wanted to take me out tonight, but was hoping to go to my room first; if that was ok with me. She leaned back in her chair already knowing the answer. Her arms were still crossed and pushing up her tits and her nipples were clearly hard for us to see. She smiled with every confidence in the world, and leaning forward I simply said: "Lets go".
Her and I didn't quite make it to the room. In the dark corner of the narrow stairwell rounding on to the third floor, I pulled her braided hair back hard, her body falling into mine. I reached around and squeezed her tits hard and bit her ear. She gasped at the aggression and her hands came to mine and made me squeeze her tits harder. I pushed her against the wall so I could press harder into her. She leaned her head back and I felt her labored breath on my face and she tok my hand and slid it down her body. She snaked it into her baggy pants and straight to her pussy; again she had chosen not to wear panties. Her hand ground mine against her mound and soon I felt her wetness smearing my hand and her pubic hair. Her breath changed to gasping and she bit my ear now and then both her hands were on mine shoved in her pants. Pinned against the wall she was holding my wrist and hand in place as she rocked her hips against me, fucking my hand and getting herself off. My free hand left her tits and found her throat and I gave a good squeeze. She gasped louder and squeaked her approval. She kept grinding and I kept squeezing and pressing as hard as I could against her, sandwiching her between my hard body and the wall. Finally, her body stiffened and her rocking stopped. Slowly and subtly she was shaking, and her shaking built and I didn't feel her breath or hear her gasping and her fingers tighten even more on my wrist. Her entire body was clenched down hard, and after a long pause, she erupted. She panted a loud exhale and her body gave, limp and pinned against me and I felt a warm flood between my fingers. She wiggled my hand against her pussy as she came and I loosened my grip around her neck, instead now wrapped around her shoulders from the front, supporting her and holding her from slumping to the floor. She was panting loudly against my face as she rode out her orgasm and her pussy never seemed to stop cumming.
Finally she became overly sensitive and pulled my hand from her pants. She turned and leaned against the wall and caught her breath, her chest heaving and looking magnificent in the tank top she was wearing, a sheen of sweat showing her curves. Her eyes were shining at me and a far away smile was on her face. My hand was coated with her, her white juices coating my fingers. Once recovered enough, we both started to laugh at each other and how desperate we had been. She took my wrist again and placed my wet hand on her face, nuzzling into it. She slid it from one cheek to the other enjoying her cum being smeared on her pretty face. She smiled again when she was done and she wrapped her arms around me and we kissed deep and passionate on the stair case.
Just then Mark and Josh rounded the curve on the stairs and started whistling at us. "Go get the room you two!" Neither of them had any idea what they had just missed, and neither knew that our making out included Mirit's cum all over her face and each of us tasting it in each other's mouths. We broke our kiss and Mirit smiled and winked at my friends, and I took her hand and finally made it to my room.
Once inside and the door closed to avoid my friends intruding again, Mirit stripped her tank top off. Her tits bounced up and she quickly pulled her nipples before dropping to her knees and attacking my belt. She bit my cock through my pants as she worked. Once undone, she jerked my pants down and my cock sprang out.
"I've had mine, now you get yours" She said before taking a deep breath and diving on me. She immediately went straight to the deep throat and was sliding all the way up and down on me. She didn't stop and between the playing on the stairs and now this, I wasn't going to last long. Mirit sensed this and slid her hand down to press on my asshole. She didn't finger me, just pressed right on my hole. That was enough; she felt my cock swell with cum and back off, holding only my head in her mouth. Making a ring with her index finger and thumb she was jerking and twisting and she looked up and locked eyes with me.
I came. My thighs flex as hard as they could and I was bucking my hips towards her, trying to get as much of my cock in her mouth as I could. She held her mouth just on the head and I pulsed into her mouth. She never lost contact with my eyes and I saw her cheeks expand as I filled her mouth.
I finally couldn't take it and I closed my eyes and collapsed back against the door. I steadied myself with my hands and took a few deep breaths. Suddenly Mirit was on me. She grabbed my head and forced her mouth on mine, and she pushed in every drop of cum I had given her. I love the hot sensation, and I was hungrily kissing back and we were sucking each other's tongues and making a mess of ourselves.
We made out for several minutes, and finaly, most of my cum swallowed between the two of us, we were licking our cheeks and chins and lips. The residue and spittle from our cum were left coated on us. Mirit still had her own cum on her face, hard to see but if you were looking for it you'd see the sheen on her cheeks. Mirit sucked a remaining glob of cum off my chin and she spat it on my cheek.
"Don't touch it Eric. We're filthy. Once it dries we'll both go out like this, yes?"