The Perks of Military Command - Sex Stories

The Perks of Military Command

... decision. He seemed pleased. The next morning, I stepped from my private shower, after having completed the morning two mile run and I was about to step into my quarters when I came face to face with Private Lovejoy, who immediately snapped to attention. I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist. “Sorry, sir!” she remarked, a mop in her hand. “Private,” I asked, “What are you doing in here?” “I was assigned extra duty to clean your quarters, sir!” she replied. Private Lovejoy was attired in her Army green t-shirt, BDU Trousers and combat boots. I couldn’t help but notice her t-shirt was a bit snug, as were her BDU trousers. Her blonde hair was pinned back and her dog tags hung on the outside of her t-shirt. My male senses tingled. “As you were,” I ordered. She turned to leave. “Hold up, Private,” I remarked. “You haven’t finished the job.” She dutifully returned to mopping the floor as I stepped back into the restroom. I purposefully left the door open. I tossed the towel on to the floor near the shower and proceeded to lather up my face for my morning shave. Through the mirror, I could see her mopping the floor in my living quarters. She casually glanced in my direction and then averted her eyes back to what she was doing. I watched as she snuck two more quick glances in my direction. Knowing she was looking made me horny. “Tell me something, Private,” I called out from the bathroom. “Sir, yes sir!” she replied. “Do you like guys or girls?” I asked. “Sir, I like guys, sir” ...

... she replied. “So what happened that you ended up in bed with Private Thompson?” I inquired. “Well, sir, there just wasn’t a man around to take care of things,” she replied. Those were like magic words to me. I stepped out of my private restroom and shower and into my living quarters, sans towel. Private Lovejoy again snapped to attention. She purposefully tried to avoid looking at me. I stepped in front of her, totally naked. “Private,” I said, “If you have an unfulfilled need for attention, I am more than willing to make sure any needs you might have are met.” “Sir! Yes, Sir!” she replied. “You can dispense with the ‘sir, yes, sir’ bullshit,” I remarked. “I am an Officer, but first, I am a man. You’re a woman.” As I spoke, I took hold of her dog tags and looked at them. “Lisa Lovejoy,” I remarked out loud, reading the imprint. “Sir, yes, sir!” she replied. “If you call me ‘sir’, one more time,” I replied, “You’ll be doing push-ups from now until eternity.” She chuckled at my threat. I put my forearm on her left shoulder and my other hand on her side and smiled. I squeezed my hand, feeling her softness. Almost immediately, I could see her melting to my touch. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, as I worked my hand up to her breast on the outside of her t-shirt. Droplets of sweat formed over her eye brows. She lowered her head and closed her eyes. “I can stop, if you want me to,” I remarked. “No,” she replied softly, “I have no objections” I placed a lone finger under her chin and ...