The middle aged military man sat quietly in his hotel room reviewing notes from a meeting when he heard a soft knock on the door. He stood, made a quick adjustment to his dress blue uniform, and began to walk to the door when it opened and a woman stepped in.
"OH, excuse me sir," she said in broken English as he studied her figure.
She stood in the door wearing black heels with thin straps around the ankles and fishnet stockings that clung to her long silky legs. His eyes wondered up her legs to her short black skirt with a tiny white apron then followed the buttons of her slightly tight shirt up to the sexy cleavage of her firm breasts and on to her neck clad in a thin black choker.
"Sir," she said.
The Sergeant realized he was staring and apologized, "I'm sorry, come in."
"I can come back later, I didn't mean to bother you sir," she stated in an apologetic tone.
"It's quite alright," he assured her, "come in and do what you need to do, you're no bother to me."
She could tell he was attracted to her. As she watched the bulge in his tailored blue uniform pants grow, she felt a tingle of her own and went to work wiping down the cabinets in the room, making a point to bend over just enough for her short skirt to expose the tops of her stockings and the bottom of her tight ass.
He couldn't stop staring at her and finally approached her from behind. She could feel him standing behind her and pressed her ass against him. She could feel his now hard cock through their clothes, against her ass as his hands found their way to her hips.
"Oh my sir, we're going to have to do something about that," she playfully spoke.
She planted her hands on the dresser and began to grind her ass against him.
"What are you doing to me," the Sergeant nervously spoke.
"Nothing sir," she spoke with a devilish grin, "just cleaning"
Then she placed her hands on his and slid them up her body as she leaned back into his arms.
"Nothing at all sir"
She guided his hands to her breasts where he felt her hard nipples through her shirt. He began kissing her neck as she placed her hands back on the dresser. His lips caressed her neck and shoulder as she joyfully sighed and tilted her head to the other side. She was growing wetter with every touch of his firm hands.
Noticing her submissive stance and feeling a rush of confidence the Sergeant whispered in her ear, "I want you to undress me."
