The sky is a murky grey outside, and you can hear the sleet outside as it patters against the gym windows, like tiny ball bearings scattered from the heavens. The wind howls like banshees through the gaps in the old building's windows. Most of the camp is on leave now, "just a skeleton crew left," you think to yourself. You start to pace around the gym, trying to warm up a little. Your gym vest and shorts aren't providing much warmth in the bitterly cold air as they cling to your toned but feminine curves. You're quite looking forward to this, really. You've had a thing for this instructor for a while, so a chance to spend some time alone with him sounds great even if it's meant to be a punishment detail. You're early yet; the PTI shouldn't be here for another twenty five minutes or so. "Enough time for a little warm up," you think to yourself.
Finding yourself a floor mat, you sit down and close your eyes, and begin to think about one of your corporals from basic training. You start to remember the time you fooled about on exercise with him, having to remain absolutely quiet so the rest of the guys couldn't hear you. You were meant to be bunkered down for the night, when he crawled up to you. No words were needed, you knew he wanted you, and you him. He hauled himself on top of you, and you looked into his eyes, white pearls against the broken lines of his cam cream. There was only lust there, but that suited you fine right then. You had urges too, and they needed fulfilling.
Back in the gym, your right hand begins to creep under the waistband of your shorts, the desperation of that act those many nights ago, making you moist. Your finger slips between those glistening lips as you remember more of the details, him unbuckling your belt and you, his. The urgency of that deed causing you hand to strum you pussy harder. The sheer animalistic zeal of what happened, the memory of him deep inside of you, of clutching to him, teeth biting in his shoulder, trying not to make a sound, your laboured breaths creating a mist around you in the cold sky of the early morning hours. All this is coming back to you, forming a picture in your mind as clear as the night it happened, which combined with your fingers slipping into your tight little snatch, make you shudder.
Suddenly you hear a noise from the outside the hall, bringing you crashing back to reality. Your PTI must be here early! You hurriedly take your hand out from your shorts, your fingers still sticky. As the door opens you start to do sit-ups to try and explain your position on the floor and the flush in your cheeks.
"My, my!" exclaimed the Sergeant, "we are keen, aren't we Private?"
"Yes Sergeant!" you reply. "I wanted to get some practice in before you came... and met me," your voice flustered.
"Well, you know why I asked you here, don't you?"
"It's, because I used my mobile in basic fitness training yesterday isn't it Sergeant?" You answer sheepishly.
"Yes it is Private. And I think I better make sure you haven't got it on you again."
" Wha..." you begin to protest.
"Enough of that insubordination Private," he said with authority. "And get up against that wall. Legs shoulder width apart and hands above your head."
You obey with out thinking putting you hands high on the wall in front of you and spreading your legs slightly. He stands behind you and starts to frisk you, the shock of it not making you realise you got nowhere to hide things. His hands start at your ankles working they're way up to your thighs, his touches lasting longer than they should. He restarts his frisking, this time on your arms, moving down to your shoulders, his body pushing close to you as he does so. His hands glide down your back, then tracing the curve of your hips, and up your chest. His fingers feeling your nipples still erect from your "warm up" before. You gasp as he pinches them playfully, chuckling to himself, his warm breath on the back of your neck makes the hairs stand on end. His fingers run down your belly and back to your hips, grasping your buttocks.
"Nicely toned there aren't we Private" he says, giving your pert little ass a playful pat. "Just one last place to check then," he comments, before his firm hands start to rise up your inner thighs, to you your still damp crotch. His fingers push your mound through the fabric of your shorts.
"Aha!" he exclaims, "you must have been doing a little more warming up than I first thought. Well I think we may just be able to help you finish off there."
Taking your top off over your head, exposing your full, firm breasts, he throws it aside. All the while telling you stay in the same position and not to move an inch. Holding your hips he starts to kiss your neck; you bite your lip trying to stifle the giggles. His hands slide up your warm front to your heaving chest and his kisses work down your spine and then back up with the hard tip of his tongue just barely touching the skins surface. His fingertips surround each of your breasts and draw inwards tracing lines to your erect nipples, slowly circling each teat, teasing them, pulling on them softly. You start to shiver, goose bumps appearing all over tender flesh, as he gets on to his knees and grazes his lips over the base of your spine. Hooking his thumbs either side of your shorts he pulls them down, making you kick them off. You're now stood there in nothing but your trainers and your panties, quivering with anticipation. Standing up, he once again moves close to you, his hardening dick pressing into your back. He starts to slide his fingers up and down your hot little mound through your knickers, gently spanking it occasionally, sending waves of pleasure careering through your body, making you moan each time he puts pressure there. You can't help yourself and start to grind down on his fingers and he whispers into your ear,
"You like that, don't you? You want more don't you?"
"Yes, oh yes!" you murmur back.
"Well okay then," he replied, "But if you move from that position you will be punished, you understand me Private?"
"Uhuh ," is all you manage to reply with.
He rips your now soggy panties off of your body, fully exposing your tight little butt and dew soaked pussy. You whimper as his fingers find your wet slit, gasping as they slide between your lips, your juices soaking them. He reaches your swollen clit, circling it, rubbing it, rocking it back and forth, your breathing becoming quicker, your body shaking. His other hand reaches round now, his fingers plunging inside you, once, twice, three times before stroking them along your opening. The rhythm of these actions encompassing you in state of ecstasy, his kisses on your neck furthering that feeling. The feeling on your bud intensifies and you gulp as you start to shake. His fingers inside you play merry hell with the sensitive nerve endings there, sending sparks of chemical electricity up your back, making it arch. Without thinking you start to grind your crotch into his fingers, wanting more and more as you approach climax. Suddenly you're there; your muscles spasm and you hold your breath as the powerful orgasm racks your body, making your knees weak. He is forced to support you lest you fold to the floor, his strong arms supporting you.
Turning you round to face him, he kisses you hard and forcefully, his hands holding your face. He stops, looks into your eyes and holds you in his gaze for a couple of minutes, smiling, and a mischievous sparkle in his eye.
"You misbehaved didn't you" he says quietly.
