Disclaimer
Before you read, please know that this story deals in adultery and infidelity.
If that is not your thing then please don't cause yourself undue stress by continuing to read this.
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It was the first week working with the oncoming Lieutenant that I had the suspicion that Kayla and I would get along very well. Her professional, yet easy going attitude maintained the same working environment I had grown accustomed to working with David who was rotating back to sea duty.
Case in point was, I had recently shaved my mustache off and both David and Kayla found it changed my appearance drastically. David had asked if it felt different, and I made an off handed comment about only certain activities. The comment passed right over his head but Kayla was quick to mention that she could assume the absence of a "flavor saver" might be detrimental for some guys. And I replied for some women too.
"You're right!" Kayla answered back and we began laughing. David still looked confused which only caused me and Kayla to laugh harder.
But when Kayla took it upon herself to explain what we were laughing about to David, and then seeing his face turn about three shades brighter than a new fire truck is when we really lost it.
That set the standard for the next 14 months Kayla and I would work together. We grew close professionally and personally and that only caused me to enjoy going to work every day. It was easy for us to transition from being professional to personal. Moving from being in uniform and teaching about applied Target Acquisition to a pair of jeans and tee shirt slamming down a shot of tequila after work on a Friday night.
Technically, Kayla was my direct supervisor, even though rank was never really discussed, or enforced. We were equals in the job we did, teaching naval tactics to junior officers. We had been working together for about eight or nine months and had developed a special relationship in and out of the classroom. We were more than just co-workers who excelled at our job, but also friends who enjoyed hanging out together. We were "Eddie" and "Kayla" outside of the classroom, instead of "Chief" and "Lieutenant" We didn't follow the strict military protocols and maybe that was our first mistake.
We had met each other's spouses at Command functions. She had come by herself to my kids little league games, and once we went to dinner bringing our spouses. I don't think either one of us would have predicted the events that transpired one Saturday afternoon.
It was a Friday afternoon in the office when Kayla and I were talking, as so many co-workers do, about plans for the weekend. Kayla had mentioned she didn't have any plans. Eric, her husband, had been out of town the past couple of weeks and she had bought some outdoor furniture she planned on assembling and really wasn't looking forward to it. I told her I was off that weekend from ball games and I could bring over my cordless drill and we'd have it done in no time if she wanted the help and Kayla quickly took me up on the offer.
I left the house around 11:00 that morning and could already tell it was going to be a hot and humid day. The past week the whole north east was experiencing much hotter temperatures and it was supposed to be worse for the coming weekend. They were right!
I decided to wear a pair of shorts, a tank top, and flip flops since there shouldn't be any real physical work. I was thankful on my clothing choice because Kayla had already moved the boxes to the sun room. I swear to god it must have been over a hundred degrees in there. And within 15 minutes I was sweating from every inch of my body. Kayla commented about how much she had appreciated me coming over and helping, but didn't want to kill me in the process. She offered to grab me something cold to drink. I told her cold water was fine and she went to the kitchen.
"I'll be right back, I need to change" I heard her yelling from the other room.
Kayla had been wearing a pair of yoga pants and a tee shirt but even that seemed to be too hot. When she returned and handed me the glass, I was shocked at her transformation. Kayla swapped her yoga pants for a very loose pair of running shorts. Her tee shirt was replaced with an ill-fitting tank top that must have been Eric's, because it was too big for her. And I was also quick to notice that she lost her bra during this metamorphosis as well. She had also tied her short blonde hair into a stubby ponytail. The minor changes altered her appearance from a good looking and attractive young woman to, 'Damn she looks pretty hot!'
Kayla breasts were small, and I would think about an A or small B cup but there was no mistaking how hard her nipples were at the moment as they easily poked through the top.
From our first introduction I noticed how attractive Kayla was. She stands about 5'6", and she looked sharp in a uniform. Her khaki skirt did little to hide a phenomenally pert bubble butt jutting out just enough from her thin waistline. And although she looked good in a uniform, she had "the look" when see donned a pair of tight jeans. My jaw about dropped to the floor the first Friday night we decided to meet up with a few of the other instructors for drinks. Kayla had transformed from a squared away navy officer into I hot little vixen causing more than just a couple of the guys heads to turn when she walked in.
I took a long drink of the water, and immediately got brain freeze. Kayla noticed and took the opportunity to make a sly comment about not knowing if it was the cold water or her outfit that caused me to stress. The comment was typical of how we joked around with each other back and forth in the office so it wasn't a surprise.
"Oh no, it's definitely the water." I commented back. No one could blame you at all for changing."
"Jesus thanks Chief. Give a girl a complex will you?"
"Oh no I meant..."
"Shut the hell up" Kayla said cutting me off. "I know what you meant."
The ache in my forehead had left almost as quickly as it came and we got back to work. About an hour later we had one chair complete as well as the lounger and we were working on the last chair. From time to time I'd catch a drop of sweat roll from the top of Kayla's chest before disappearing under her top. Or out of the corner of my eye, I'd get a glimpse of a bit more side boob from the over sized arm holes as she would hand me something. Now I was beginning to feel an ache somewhere much further south than my forehead.
Kayla was handing me section AB when I called for it which translates to an arm of the chair. But when I asked for AC or whatever designation it was, Kayla had to reach over the pile of parts and pieces to get the matching but opposite arm. When she did so the loose tank top draped down, and right before my very eyes, clearly in view was the side boob, and the very erect nipple of my Lieutenant. When Kayla turned to hand me the right piece, she immediately saw where my eyes were focused.
"Pay attention, so we can get the hell out of this heat."
Her words snapped me out of my trance, and at which time I probably should have apologized but that just wasn't how she and I acted toward one another.
"Hell you might as well take that shirt off with as much good as its doing."
"If you don't hurry the fuck up and get this done, I might be forced to in this sauna." Kayla snapped back.
"I was going to suggest we take this chair and lounger to the living room and assemble it in there where its cooler, but what makes you think I'm not taking my time just to watch you sweat in that top and shorts."
It's what happened next that surprised the hell out of me.
