Sometimes I am asked how I became the dirty little secret of the 49th support group in southern Korea. It all started when I was stationed in the north in the 2nd Infantry. I had been having sex with the American Consulate's 20 year old daughter, which wouldn't have been a problem, except that she was engaged to the son of the post Sergeant Major and that she spilled the truth by breaking off the engagement and announcing to daddy in a fit of rage that she and I had been fucking around for a week or so.
Soon enough I was on the carpet in my company commander's office.
"You're a good soldier," he said in a stern voice, "but thinking with your dick has gotten you up to your ass in trouble. People on high want your head on a plate."
Sure enough, they did, but my commander took pity on me and had me sent to the Pusan Storage Facility on the southernmost tip of the country, far away from my home on the DMZ and my sweet little rich girl with her long, mouse-brown hair and smooth, soft touch.
My duties as a combat soldier were now replaced with sitting on my ass behind a desk in the logistics department, routing supplies here and there for military training exercises.
I was just starting to get used to my new job when out of the blue, I managed to fuck that up as well, and in record time. My new section chief was the first female officer that I had ever worked with, Captain Lee. She was all business and appreciated the fact that I always did what I was told and didn't bitch, no matter how ridiculous the assignment seemed.
She started referring to me as "Old Reliable", though I was at least 12 years her junior. Yep, if she needed something done right, all she had to do was call on Specialist Green and it was done. Her being attractive made her even easier to work for. She was short compared to me and looked stocky in her uniform, but shapely, especially in the hips. She wore her auburn hair cropped in a bob that a lot of women get when they join the Army and it fell perfectly around her high cheekbones when she took off her cap indoors.
Her make-up was always perfect, though not too heavy, as that would go against regulations. Truthfully, she didn't need it. In her thirties, she still looked young and well complected. I often had to keep myself from staring at her lightly painted lips when she spoke to me. I was staying out of trouble and all was well until, like I said before, I managed to fuck things up royally.
At the DOL all four of the employees shared a common latrine. One day, I went inside to take a piss and was busy doing so when the door flew open. My pants were fully unbuttoned and my dick was in my hand when Captain Lee walked right in.
Apparently, I had neglected to lock the door properly. I could tell she got an eye-full by the way her face changed to grim horror.
"Goddammit, Specialist!" Her voice changed to an incensed command bark, " Lock the door behind you!" She stormed out, slamming the door.
We spent the rest of the day in our separate offices and I left at 5 PM without a word. I knew I was screwed.
Just as I expected, the next day, the office secretary relayed orders from the Captain that I was to go to the far side of the post and set up bunk beds for the 2nd Ranger Division who was coming for training. She wanted me out of the office, way out. I decided bitching wouldn't help my situation so I grabbed my truck keys and left.
I did nothing all day but haul beds from one place to another and set up, sheets and all. The building looked like it had been built in the late 1950's and should've probably been demolished. All of the rooms smelled musty so I made it a point to air them out by opening windows. I played my portable radio because I was far enough from any other inhabited building that no one would hear me unless they were lost.
I just plugged away and listened to a Metallica CD, letting my mind wander. I thought of how much of a mess I was in and started to wonder if there was a way I could apologize to Captain Lee.
The Captain with her pretty auburn hair and soft lips... The more I thought about her lips, the more I liked them. I imagined her licking them, making them wet. I could hear her asking me to suck on them and taste her tongue.
I paused in the middle of making a bed as I felt myself get hard under my uniform. I was far from anyone, so I figured why not? I touched myself through my pants, pretending it was those wonderful pink painted lips, caressing me, preparing me for something wonderful. When Captain Lee walked in, I didn't know whether to cum or have a heart attack.
"How is it going, Green?" She walked up and my back was still turned to her. I was supposed to turn around and stand at attention, but if I did, she would spy my prodigious erection through my trousers and know that I already was at attention.
I decided to reach for the radio. If I was going to forget Army protocol, I could at least say that I was turning it down so I could hear her. And for fuck's sake, maybe my hard-on would go down some.
"It's OK," she offered, "let it play." I moved away from the radio and looked down. I was still half hard, but it had fallen. Had I been wearing my Uniform top, it wouldn't have been an issue, but I had taken it off and was working in my brown Army undershirt. I decided to chance it. I turned around.
I am 6'2" and the Captain was 5'4" at the tallest, even in boots. She was just at the right level to mistakenly look down and spot my all-too-slowly ebbing erection. If she had noticed, she didn't make it obvious.
"E-Everything's great, ma'am," I stammered. "I-I only have one room to go."
"It's not even lunch yet." Her demeanor changed to a friendly smirk. "Old Reliable, you've done it again."
I was Old Reliable once more. That was a good sign. Maybe she had gotten over our embarrassing encounter in the latrine.
"I'll help you finish and we can break for lunch." She said.
"Yes, ma'am."
She moved over to a bunk bed and picked up a sheet. "Here, you do the top bunk and I'll get the bottom ones since you're so tall."
"Yes ma'am." I immediately got down to business and began to sheet the top bed. I found the personal comment about my height a bit odd, but paid it no mind. The idea of getting out of trouble dominated my thoughts.
"Wait," she said curtly. I stopped short. "One of us is out of uniform." I reached for my top to put it back on but she held up her hand. "I'll work in my t-shirt. There's no Air Conditioner in here."
I instinctively averted my eyes as she unbuttoned her shirt.
"Here," She handed me her shirt, forcing me to look up at her for a split second. "Put this over there with yours."
Try as I might to avoid it, my mind took a picture of her as I took the shirt. She was not as stocky as I had thought. Her hips were round, but her waist was petite and curved nicely into a pair of beautiful breasts. They couldn't have been more than a B but they were lusciously curved and her nipples were pronounced enough that I could clearly make them out through her t-shirt. Her arms were firm and muscled but still soft. I turned quickly, put her shirt next to mine and started on our first bunk.
We worked smoothly on the first bed, setting it up military style. We even cracked jokes about who could get the blankets the tightest. From where I stood, I was able to avoid the sight of that gorgeous little body and therefore stop the thoughts that threatened to make my hard-on come back.
On the second bed, however, she had started working on the same side as I did and we bumped into each other. I was standing straight and she was bent over the bottom bunk. Her bottom bumped into my thigh as we moved to do the corners. I looked down and saw that her t-shirt had come up, exposing her lightly tanned skin, and a thong, a pink one. I felt blood rush into my cock and I pulled away.
"Sorry, ma'am."
"It's alright. Tuck in this side." I began to work on the hospital corner and she moved across from me to fix the other. "Think we can bounce a quarter off it yet?" she joked.
I looked up and found that she had looked back down. I could also see inside her shirt. There was no bra and her lovely breasts jiggled as she finished the corner. I was fighting my hard-on once again. I stood up and looked at the top bunk even though I had already finished.
No. No. NO! I screamed inside my own mind. Stop this shit NOW!
She did it again.
As I was off in my own little world, cussing myself, she had rounded the bed again. This time she didn't bump my thigh; she pressed her sweet, round ass into it and held. I tried to back up but she backed with me, pressing her hand into my right leg for balance. She stood and looked at me over her shoulder.
