Free Tricia's Army Sergeant: A Story of Passion & Awakening in Mid-Life by Maura Rossi Page A

ached to pull her into his arms and soothe her with
his body.
    After his duties were complete, he drove past
her house a few times, though he never stopped. He never saw her
outside and, pretty soon after the funeral, the house was vacated.
She had moved away. He had no idea where. He decided not to find
out.
    ***
    He thought he was seeing things. Tricia was
in the parking lot of the Post Exchange. She was going in to shop
along with a pretty big man. He was pushing the cart for her and
smiling down at her. It had been about a year since he'd seen her.
His heart picked up its pace. John stopped in his tracks.
    "Dad, come on, let's go. What are you lookin'
at?"
    His son followed his father's gaze to a
shapely blonde woman walking ahead of them into the PX.
    "Who's that?"
    "Her husband was killed in a helicopter crash
last spring in Kabul. I brought her the news."
    "Oh, wow…I know them," his son stated.
"That's Whitney, he's in my unit. Let's go say hi."
    John's son, Patrick, sensed his father's
interest in this woman was more than casual. He rarely, if ever,
saw his father check out a woman. And God knows how long it had
been since he'd seen him with a girlfriend.
    "What are you waiting for, let's go."
    "Nah. She probably won't remember me."
    "Well, I don't care, I'm going to say hi to
Whitney."
    His son walked off. John had a moment of
unease, but his desire to see her quickly overcame his nerves. He
caught up as Patrick was shaking hands with Whitney.
    "Hey man, this is my Dad, Sergeant Major
Davis. Dad, this is PFC Mark Whitney."
    "Nice to meet you Sergeant Major. This is my
mom Tricia Whitney."
    They made eye contact.
    "John."
    She hugged him tightly. It was unexpected. He
felt her beautiful tits press warmly just below his chest. Both
John and her son, Mark, were surprised by her actions. Patrick was
impressed. She not only remembered his Dad, she liked him. This was
shaping up to be pretty good. Maybe his Dad would be getting some
action soon.
    "Hi Tricia. How are you?"
    He set her back from his body after she
released him.
    "I'm fine. It's good to see you."
    "Are you visiting?"
    "No, I live here still. Mark is stationed
here. We moved to Lyon Village," she smiled prettily.
    She was a very beautiful woman. Her hourglass
figure with round tits and a round ass attracted him powerfully.
She had a tiny waist and shapely legs that he'd pictured wrapped
around his body more than once. Both John and his son, Patrick,
were having trouble keeping from staring. Her son, Mark, was
getting aggravated. He sensed their interest in his mom and he
didn't appreciate it.
    They all walked into the PX together. Having
her so near his body was already driving him mad. Though he was
overjoyed to see her again, he was pretty pissed at himself for not
finding out she still lived in the area. Awkwardly, he was growing
excited, his penis stirring in his pants. She leaned into his body
as they talked. Was she flirting with him?
    Tricia was happy to see John again. He had
taken such good care of her when her husband was killed. She always
wanted to see him again and thank him for his support, but she felt
funny contacting him. Her heart started racing when he walked up.
He was a handsome, fit man. She had a strong memory of how good he
smelled the day they met, the day he brought her the news and she
had cried in his arms.
    Too soon it was time for them to go their
separate ways.
    "Well, it's good to see you again John," she
extended her hand.
    He took her hand in his. Neither of them
realized how obviously sparks were flying between them, but their
sons could see.
    "Yes, it's good to see you, too."
    John felt a strangling feeling in his throat.
He did not want to let go of her hand; let her walk away. He sensed
her son's dislike at him touching his mother, clearly ready to take
her away from him. He could feel his son staring at him, expecting
him to make a move. Shit .
    "Come on, Mom. Nice to meet you Sergeant
Major. See you Patrick."
    He could