1. US ARMY BOOT CAMP GRADUATE


    Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: Office Sex, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    “Captain Kim Milowsky”. I stared at the name on the official paperwork in front of me with the US Army logo letterhead. I thought back to an Army ROTC Summer camp at Fort Knox, Kentucky and my all-too-brief encounter with a college-aged young lady by the same name and I wondered, “What are the chances?” I was assigned duties as an Operations Officer in a Combat Support Battalion at Fort Hood, Texas when the clerk placed the paperwork on my desk. “Captain Milowsky is here to see you, sir,” the desk sergeant announced from on my intercom. I shuffled the paperwork off to the side of my desk. “Send her in, Sergeant.” A few moments later, a familiar young face stepped into my office, stood at attention and rendered a hand salute. I stood and returned her salute, which seemed a little bit awkward given the fact that I already knew her. I stepped from around my desk and extended my hand. “Welcome to Support Command,” I remarked as I stepped around her and closed the door to my office. “Take a seat.” She took up a seat in a chair stationed in front of my desk. I leaned against the front of my desk, my arms folded across my chest. “I feel like I owe you an apology,” I remarked. “No sir,” she replied, “I think I owe you a big thank you, because you were such a huge (cough cough) part of my early development.” “I hope you don’t think of me as some type of pervert,” I remarked. “Not at all,” she replied, “In fact, I’ve thought a lot about you over the years.” I was surprised with her ...
    openness. She wasn’t the shy little teenage college girl I had been intimate with many years before. She had filled out a bit more and appeared more mature. “Still single,” I see. “Yes,” she replied. “I came close to getting married, but backed out. I just wasn’t ready.” I nodded my head to indicate that I understood. Her dark brown eyes were piercing. Her beautiful long hair was now cropped off shorter and pinned back to meet Army regulations. I caught myself thinking back to our first encounter. She had been a shy girl, but more than willing to accommodate my needs. “What about you?” she asked, “As I recall, I never saw a wedding band on your hand.” “I am a career Army officer,” I responded. “I figured if the Army wanted me to have a wife, they would issue me one.” She laughed. “Maybe they have and you just haven’t seen her yet,” she replied. “So catch me up,” I said, “What have you done since Army ROTC Summer Camp?” I was trying to deflect my intense interest in her. As she spoke, I caught only snippets of the conversation. I was desperately hoping for a second chance to revisit what had once been a fantasy come true. “Economics Major.” “Magna cum Laude.” “Quartermaster School.” “Company Command.” “So what will I be doing for you?” she asked. I was lost in my thoughts and didn’t catch her question until she had asked it twice. I apologized for my lack of attentiveness. She silently stood up, facing me, as I leaned against the front of my desk, an arm’s distance in front of ...
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