|
The Meeting
I followed the directions
he gave me and finding the Air Base was an easy task. I felt just
a little bit more than nervousness as I pulled up to the front gate.
The cute airman smiled
at me as I slowed to a stop and rolled down my window.
"Could you tell me how
to get to Col. Masters's office."
"Yes ma'am," she smiled,
"It's building 1. Just go straight ahead. You can't miss it. It's
right behind the flag pole. You can drive around and park in the
rear."
"Thank you," I said,
feeling the butterflies stir in my stomach.
She saluted me and waved
me through the gate.
Col. Masters! Even out
of his uniform he looked like a military man. When I first saw him
at my friend's Christmas cocktail party, I knew that this was a
man who was born to command.
We hit it off well enough
at the party and wound up leaving for some coffee. Although he was
very polite and treated me with the utmost of respect I felt like
his slightest suggestion was an order to me. Coffee went well and
he invited me to lunch at the officer's club on the base.
I thought it odd that
he tell me to meet him at 1000 hours (which I could figure out was
10 AM), until he told me that he'd like to show me around "his"
base. I found out soon enough, that he wasn't kidding, it was his
base. All the buildings, the flight line, the airplanes -- EVERYTHING!
As the Wing Commander, he was responsible for it all.
I found the building
just as the airman described it and pulled my car into a visitor's
slot in the parking lot. As I got out, I noticed the numerous sports
cars populating the lot. "Fighter jocks," I thought to myself.
I found a back door
and entered. I must have looked confused, as this young gentleman
in a flight suit flashed a toothpaste-ad grin at me and asked, "Can
I help you ma'am?"
"Ma'am," I thought.
That's the second time I was called ma'am in a matter of minutes.
I could get to like hanging around here.
"Yes sir," (I returned
the courtesy), "I'm here to see Col. Masters."
He nodded and said,
"Right this way, ma'am."
The name tag on his
tan leather flight jacket identified him as Lieutenant Jack Robinson.
I was more interested in looking at his cute buns as he led me down
the hallway. Flight suits sure bring the best parts of a man's anatomy
into view!
I was led to an office
where uniformed woman sat at a desk. She looked up from her computer
and said, "You must be Ms. Black. Col. Master's has been expecting
you. Please have a seat, I'm sure he'll be right with you."
I looked at her with
a critical eye. She was dressed in a light blue blouse with with
a small tie at her neck. She had on a nicely fitting dark blue skirt
with blue stockings seamed up the back. On her feet were the shiniest
black low-heel pumps I've ever seen. Her hair was short, yet stylish,
and she wore simple post earrings.
In a word, she looked
very professional, yet quite feminine at the same time. If all the
women in the military looked like this I had little doubt as to
why they had problems with sexual harrasment.
I had waited only a
couple of minutes when the door to the Colonel's office opened and
two men stepped out. They were wearing what I later learned was
called a "Class A" combination.
This consisted of a
epauletted jacket, the same color as the woman's skirt, and pants
of the same color and material. Under this they wore the standard
light blue shirt and a dark blue tie.
However what held my
attention was the jackets. I didn't know what all of it meant, but
on their shoulders were silver oak leaves. On their chests, almost
at the shoulder were bright and shiny silver wings. These were mounted
above rows and rows of ribbons. Opposite this over the other pocket
were their blue name tags identifying them as Fox and Brown.
I heard Carl's voice
boom from beyond the door. "Sergeant Wilson, will you let me know
when Ms. Black gets here."
"She's already here,
sir!"
Carl poked his head
out of his office and smiled. "Carol! Come in, please."
He took me by the arm,
closed the door, and led me to a chair. I was confronted with yet
another uniform combination. This one I latter came to know as Battle
Dress Uniform (BDU) more commonly known to the civilian world as
camouflage fatigues.
Although they were dark
blue in color, the first thing that gathered my attention were the
eagles on his collar. There's something about these predatory birds
that commands my awe and respect. Of course, the ubiquitous wings
were on a leather name tag velcroed over the left pocket.
I melted as I looked
at how dashing he looked. He wore a black turtleneck under the uniform
which added to its formidable appearance.
He sat on his desk,
one foot on the floor the other dangling from the edge, facing me
as we talked. The more we talked, the more he brought me under his
spell as I looked up at him smiling down on me. I can't recall any
of the conversation and I only hoped I didn't make a fool of myself.
How it happened I don't
know, but we wound up standing and embracing and kissing. I lost
all my will power as I felt the rough material crushing against
me. I searched his mouth hungrily with my tongue. I moved my hand
down to his crotch. He was excited as well. I had to have this man!
This was the moment. If I could have him now, I could have him forever.
I dropped to my knees
and fumbled with the buttons on his fly.
"Wait a minute," he
said, "not here, and not now. I have a better idea."
We left his office and
headed down the hall to a large meeting room. The front of the room
was dominated by a raised stage with a podium at stage left. He
led me through the vacant room to the stage.
"I have a meeting here
in about 10 minutes. If you are still interested, then this is my
proposal ..."
Before I knew it I was
undressing and handing him my clothes which he stored in a closet
containing audiovisual equipment. It was chilly in the room and
I felt quite cold. I shivered both from the cold and from the embarrassment
of being naked in front of this impressively dressed man.
"Get in there," he ordered,
pointing to the podium. The podium was a simple box with the back
cut out. I could crouch down in it and be hidden from the rest of
the room.
"Stay," he barked as
if issuing a command to a dog. I could hear his booted feet as he
left the room.
Stay! What else could
I do? He had my clothes locked up. I certainly couldn't wander the
halls naked.
I waited in silence
shivering for several minutes. Then I heard a sound of a door opening.
I thought it was Carl for a moment, but then realized it was two
voices! They seemed to hover towards the back of the room thankfully.
At odd intervals, more
people arrived. Soon the room was filled with the clamor of hundreds
of voices. Still I crouched under the podium, hoping that nobody
would approach.
The din ceased suddenly
as a voice boomed out. "ROOM. TEN-HUT" Hundreds of feet stamped
the floor, chairs scraped, and I could hear a single pair of booted
feet march in a familiar cadence from the back of the room towards
me.
My first sight of the
colonel was his shiny boots. I looked up as far as I could and suddenly
realized that I was face to crotch with him!
"Please be seated,"
he commanded and I could hear the crowd settle into their seats.
"Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the December edition of Commander's Call ..." Carl went
on with some introductory remarks, and suddenly slipped me a note.
It read, "You know what to do. Undo the buttons on my pants." A
second note followed immediately, "try to do it using only your
teeth and lips.
I couldn't believe it!
Nonetheless, I struggled to do as I was instructed. Actually, it
wasn't as hard as I expected.
"Take it out," the next
note said. By this point, Carl was into a lecture on flying safety.
And here I was working with his fly safely.
I managed to get his
penis out and looked at it. I decided I'd play it cool and not do
anything unless he specifically asked me to do it. I considered
in a moment of girlish prissiness what would happen if I were to
squeeze it hard or bite it, but I decided against it.
Message number 4 arrived,
"Suck on it, sweetie." I was in for it. I flicked at the head with
my tongue, and stuck it in his pee hole. He was saying something
about an upcoming exercise. My exercise certainly had him up --
and I knew eventually -- coming.
I ran my tongue around
the head of his cock several times before moving my lips over it
to envelop it.
I moved my head back
and forth fucking him with my mouth. I heard something about using
missiles in air attack. I was making an attack on my own missile.
I put some spit into it. I tried to push my hot saliva up his pee
hole. I pulsed it back and forth. I swirled it around and wiggled
my tongue from side to side under the head of his dick.
I could feel him tense.
I could taste precome. He passed one more note. I had to stop to
read it. It said, "Hurry up."
I re-applied my lips
to his cock and started nibbling on it producing even more precome.
He was talking about pulling alert. I was alertly pulling.
I felt the first pulse
and prepared myself. His hot, forceful squirt shot over my tongue
and hit the roof of my mouth. I nearly gagged, but dared not allow
any of his sperm to escape and ruin his uniform. He coughed.
I felt pulse after pulse
splash in my throat. I was milking every last drop. And when it
was all over. When he was pulsing without ejaculating, I stopped.
I took great care to
lick his cock completely clean.
He passed me my last
note, "Button me up."
I lovingly stuffed his
penis back into his pants and buttoned up his fly, just as he was
making his closing remarks. He wished everyone a happy holiday and
stepped away from the podium. A voice boomed out, "ROOM, TEN-HUT"
and the assembly came to attention.
I waited alone again
as the assembly gradually filed out. All was quiet for several minutes
when Carl returned bearing my clothes. He smiled at me and said,
"You were great."
As we passed by his
office for our long-awaited lunch we ran into Sergeant Wilson who
said to me, "Ms. Black, where did you go? The colonel wanted you
at Commander's Call. He wanted to bring you down in front of the
troops."
I smiled at her, and
on the tip of my sperm-coated tongue were the words, "He did, my
dear. He did."
|
