This is probably the best erotic story telling I have done to date. It starts slow with a full development of the characters and then the evolving and self discovery of all three main individuals. This story tells what is happening from primarily from the point of view of the Sergeant, but also shows some insight into the minds and emotions of Alaina and her husband.
It was 2001 when I was stationed in the Air Force in Germany at the Ramstein AFB hospital as a medic. My name is William "Bill" Shumway and I am now a Staff Sergeant. Since I had been an EMT back in Florida, the tech school and its qualifications were a snap. It was also something I enjoyed and took pride in doing well. I also enjoyed being in a career field that was mostly women. Yes, some were dogs, but many were young, attractive single and married women.
I particularly was attracted to 1Lt. Alaina Hofmann, a married 22 year old R.N. She was short, about 5 feet two and weighed about 110 pounds. She worked out several times a week and had a firm, body. Her hair was between blond and brown and always worn up on the back of her head as required when in uniform. I could only guess at her breast size, as it was hidden in her scrubs or uniform. Her husband Gary was also in the Air Force, but stationed at Sheik Isa Air Force Base in Bahrain. They had been apart for a couple months. Gary would arrange a ride up to Ramstein whenever he could get at least three days off in a row. I did try to make some moves on what I knew was a faithful wife, practicing Mormon and an excellent nurse. It was like hitting a wall. She was always friendly and very professional, staying in her room in the B.O.Q. most of her free time. Her only times out were when she went to the base theater by herself or with girl friends.
I did some research and discovered that Alaina had been raised in an ultra conservative Polygamist Mormon household near Provo, Utah. Her mother had three "sister-wives". Her father was Joshua Zoram, a very successful furniture maker and had ten men working for him. On a monthly basis they would take a load of completed items and sell them to retailers in some of the major cities in Utah. Alaina and her mother had a room to themselves in their large but plain house, as did the other sister-wives and their children. Approximately once a week, her father would instruct Alaina's mother to spend the night in his private bedroom. She told Alaina that this was the "duty" of each and every one of the sister-wives.
Alaina slept alone in her room when her father called her mother after she became five years old. Before that when her father summoned her mother, she slept with another of her mothers. She was very bright and read everything she could get her hands on, especially if it had to do with health or medicine. That is how she was awarded a full scholarship at Brigham Young University in Salt Lake City when she graduated from high school. She completed Registered Nurses training and full certification.
It was there she met Gary Hofmann, also a Mormon, studying to be a pharmacist. They only dated each other and were married when they both graduated. Although their families did not approve, Gary joined the Army and Alaina joined the Air Force. After officer training and her nursing orientation she was stationed at Ramstein. Gary went to officers training and a pharmacy orientation, then stationed in Bahrain.
One evening, I was playing on the computer and for some reason I Goggled "Alaina Zoram". Surprise, I was shown a web page for a college Sorority in Utah. Following into several links I discovered a personal web page of a Fraternity in a neighboring private university, not affiliated with the Mormon Church. It was a semi-hidden page, several years old, posted by one guy now graduated and in business in New York. It had an email address and his name. I established a new email account on Gmail, using someone else's name and personal data.
Taking a wild chance, I wrote him as if I was a potential employer, saying she had applied for a position with my firm. I did not say she used him as a reference but that I had used a search engine and using her unusual name, discovered him and his page. It was over a week before he replied. He said he considered ignoring me, but decided to write. He wanted to know what I was after; that he barely knew her and had only met her one time at a party his Frat. Bros. had one weekend. The only thing on his web page, which he built over five years ago, about her, was her name as having attended.
After writing each other several time asking very vanilla questions, we struck up a friendship and he admitted that he did have an old file of pictures taken at that party. He also admitted that she had gone against her religion and had drank far too much alcohol in the "punch" that was provided. He was hesitant, but after my stating that we had hired another person for the job, I was just curious as to how she looked. He hesitated replying, but agreed to send some pictures which included Alaina.
When the file arrived, I was shocked to find over 20 pictures which she was in, probably taken in her second or third year of school. I thanked him and went through every one carefully. You could clearly see that she was getting increasingly more intoxicated as the party progressed. She was dancing with several guys and her blouse was partially open and bra showing in a few. I wrote him back and said I wish he had more pictures of her, showing "more skin." He wrote back and said he did have some "very private" pictures he had taken later in the evening. I practically begged him to send them to me. After a week, he agreed and sent ten more pictures.
Alaina was definitely drunk and had removed her blouse and was dancing with what appeared to be a massive football player. Several pictures showed him removing her bra and playing with her now bare, full, erect tits. The last few showed the football player lying on an overstuffed sofa, between her legs, and was definitely fucking her. Her skirt was up around her waist and she was topless. The pictures clearly showed her nude, long legs, her full face and the expression of erotic joy as she was screwing this guy. The pictures were much more than I could have even hoped to see.
I spent many nights working on these pictures, clearing them up and cropping them to show as much of this lovely lady as possible. Besides personally enjoying them I began to have some ideas how I could use them to my advantage. I tossed out most ideas and tried to be as much a gentleman as possible, at least at first.
I made a few small 5 by 7 copies and brought them into work one day. When I finally had Alaina alone in our break area, I called her over to see some pictures I had discovered on the internet. She was astounded and grabbed them out of my hands. I gave them to her, stating that I had many more and some even more erotic in color and full 8 by 10's.
Alaina demanded that I give them all to her. I smiled and walked back to my work station. I wanted her to think about them and worry about what I might do. Would I send them to her husband? Would I post them around the base? Would I send them to the Commanding Officer? I was a lowly Sergeant and she was an officer.
The next morning, a Friday, Alaina called me into her office and asked me where I had gotten the pictures. I refused to tell her anything. She offered me money for ALL of the pictures I had, but again I refused. She wanted to know just what I wanted and what I planned to do. I told her that if she would come to my apartment after work, I would let her know what I wanted and how she could get ALL of the pictures. I gave her the address of my apartment and said for her to be there at 7 pm.
It was 6:45 pm when I heard a soft rapping on my door. It was Alaina in a long-sleeve blouse and a full skirt. She wore 3" heels and had her hair in a bun on the back of her head in military fashion. I invited her in, offered her a chair and a drink. She sat down and refused anything to drink. I sat across from her on the sofa, crossing my legs and leaning back with a sly grin. Alaina demanded the pictures and I informed her that being polite would get her a lot further than anger. She then said, "Please, give me the pictures."
It was then I told her how beautiful she was both in the pictures and that evening. "Alaina I will not touch you or abuse you in any way this evening. It is important for you to understand and trust me. I will never tell you a lie. If I tell you anything, it will be the truth. First, I do not want any money, as long as you do as I ask, I will return the pictures, ALL of the pictures to you. Next I will never tell anyone about this happening. I simply want to see you, to see all of you." What I was actually doing was taking her the very first step into submission. She asked if I would then give her the pictures. I teased her and said, it depends upon how well she behaves and follows instructions. She asked me just what I wanted. I said, "To begin, I want you to stand up in front of me, as if you were the Sergeant and I was the officer."
Alaina said nothing; she stood up and took a couple steps toward me. I then told her to remove her blouse. She hesitated and I asked her how the pictures would look posted on our Company Bulletin Board? She started unbuttoning the front opening blouse. The first step was taken into my dominance over her.
Opening the sleeves, she slid it off her shoulders and down her arms. I asked her to lay it across the back of the chair. She walked back and carefully folded it on the back of the chair. Although she was unaware of it, I had set up two digital video cameras with very large memory cards, pointing from different angles toward the center of the room. Turning to face me, she held her arms over her bra and covered breasts. Again I asked her to step a little closer, still at least eight feet away from me. I then asked her to let her hair down. She removed several pins and her light brown hair fell, just touching her shoulders.
"Alaina, I would love to see your legs. Please remove your skirt." She started to speak, and then without a word opened the single button on her side then pulled down the zipper. As it dropped to her feet I told her to step out of it and place it on her blouse. What I was wanting was the two cameras to video her as she appeared to volunteer to undress in front of me, then walk around the room so I could record her body from various angles.
