James, a Lance Corporal currently training as a sniper at His Royal Majesty's Specialist's Weapon School, consulted his map and took his bearings. He wasn't far from the target now. His mission was - on paper - rather easy. Get as close as possible to the command post without being noticed and take out as many targets as possible. The targets, of course, were just some man-sized wooden targets, meant as standins for enemy officers. There were plenty of stories of men in sniper training taking shots at the training officers. They were only firing paint bullets, so there was little danger. But still.... it didn't do anything to endear the would-be-sniper to the commanding officers.
James adjusted a few straps on his ghillie suit and crawled closer. There was a critical moment where he had to leave the security of the line of trees and get into the high grass. But with patience he managed to cross the threshold. He was now in the field, just a few hundred meters away.
He just needed to get closer, to score more points.
At the command post, the officers looked through their binoculars. "No sign of him, sir."
The Colonel checked his watch. "He has about 30 more minutes, give him time."
Tiffany, the colonel's 19-year-old daughter threw her head back in frustration. She had begged her dad to let her come along. It had sounded so exciting when he had told her about today. Snipers! Sneaking! There would be an attack! But no... it was mostly waiting.
"Dad, can we drive back?"
Colonel Warrick rolled his eyes before he turned around. "No, we can't. We're here for at least another 30 minutes."
"But my phone doesn't have any reception! And I gotta go pee!"
The other men in the command post busied themselves with their equipment, doing their very best to appear to not be here.
The colonel let out a sigh. "Look, Tiffany, if you have to... you know, I'm afraid you have to go into nature. Just be careful and don't wander off too far!"
Tiffany let out a frustrated grunt and stomped away.
James very slowly crawled through the field, occasionally stopping to look through his rifle sights. They didn't look at him at all. He'd continue to flank them and then take out the targets from behind. He was sure he'd be able to make it into 20 meters away from them. Possibly even closer.
That should make him pass for sure.
Then he heard something - somebody was walking through the high grass! He pressed himself down on the ground and then he saw her: A young woman strolled through the high grass, and stopped, just two meters away from him. She turned around, as if looking for something, then hitched up her skirt, revealing white overknee stockings, and stepped out of her panties. She sat down on an old mossy tree stamp and spread her long legs wide, allowing James a perfect view of her completely shaved pussy. She pulled her pussy lips apart and with a small sigh started to piss in a low arch into James' direction.
James' cock tried to burrow through his pants into the ground beneath him, but the lance corporal remained perfectly still. And even though the woman looked a few times directly at him in his ghillie suit, he remained invisible to her.
When her golden stream ebbed, he expected her to put her panties back on, get up and leave, but instead she just sat there and gently shook her pussy lips. Then she licked her finger and slowly started to caress her pussy, unknowingly putting on quite a show for the Lance Corporal.
She closed her eyes and started moaning, then, almost subconsciously, took the panties she had taken off and stuffed them into her own mouth, gagging herself. She spread her legs wider and fingered herself more quickly now.
