1. US Army Boot Camp Graduate - Part III


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Office Sex, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    Captain Kim Milowsky. I first met Army Captain Milowsky when she was an ROTC cadet at Fort Knox. A lot of time has passed since I had forged a special bond with the young cadet and now, she was an Army officer and assigned to my Support Battalion at another Army post. I had to be very careful, because Army regulations are very clear about relationships and sexual harassment. The Army Brass does not like for Officers to engage in any conduct that might call their decision-making responsibilities into question. Captain Milowsky asked me to meet with her at her Bachelor Officer’s Quarters (BOQ), which was nothing more than a fancy on-post hotel, designed as a temporary living accommodation for officers in transition. The BOQ had a bar and it was a gathering spot for Officers after work hours. I stepped into the dimly lit bar and waited for Captain Milowsky to come down from her room. I took up a seat at the bar and passed the time by watching the news on a TV mounted above the bar. Captain Milowsky slipped on to a bar stool beside me. She was wearing a very short, one piece black dress, with a plunging neck line that revealed plenty of cleavage. Her dress rode up high on her chiseled thighs. I was surprised to see her so provocatively dressed. “What are we drinking?” she asked. Holy Mother of God, she looked good and she smelled good as well. “Oh wow!” I remarked. “I feel under dressed.” She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed. “You’re fine,” she replied. “Fortunately, I like ...
    men in uniform.” I had to laugh. I ordered two mixed cocktails. “Do you want to sit on the veranda?” I asked. “No,” she replied, “This is fine.” We spent the next half hour talking about the Battalion Support Unit. and all the things I had done since we had last connected. I told her there were challenges, now that the Army was cutting back from operations in the Middle East. “Everything seems to be challenge,” she replied. “Hell, just getting laid is a challenge.” I leaned over and whispered, “If you need to get laid, we can take care of that . . . anytime.” She inched her black skirt up higher on her leg and casually uncrossed them.She leaned over and whispered, “Do you want to come up to my quarters?” “Sure," I replied. She slipped off the bar stool and I followed her to the elevators. With her six inch heels, she looked more like a hooker than an Army Captain. She unlocked the door to her small room and we stepped inside. There was a small couch off to one side, and a desk on one wall. A half wall, with an opening, separated the living room from the bedroom. “Can you give me a moment?” she asked, excusing herself to go into the restroom. I settled on to the couch and looked out the window. A few seconds later, she stood in front of me and cleared her throat to get my attention. She reached behind her back and I could hear the zipper of her dress being lowered. It fell from her body to the floor. She stepped from the dress, naked. “What do you think?” she asked. She had a ...
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