I took a part-time job delivering documents between companies and a local Military Unit. I would, 2 to 3 times a week swing into the Military Unit and pick up documents that needed to be processed and returned from civilian contractors and research centers. I would pick up the documents around noon and drop them off and then return in the afternoon and bring them back. My name is Mick by the way and I am retired Military so these processes were second hand to me. Things were a bit backed up as this was a short week, with a 4-day weekend coming up. The Military Unit would be off Friday and Monday so Thursday was the last day of the week. On this Thursday everything was running slow and I was not able to pick up the return documents until 1530 and by the time I returned to the Unit it was almost 1600. I have access to the building and let myself in, there were some late workers still around the building and all I had to do was drop off the folder on the admins desk walk through the command staff area and down the stairs and out the side door and my week was over.
This sounds pretty simple but with a couple of minor issues and an unexpected show. As I walked in the building, I ran into SSG Helman who proceeded to talk about every topic in the encyclopedia Britannica. This went on for 35 minutes that I will never get back and only ended when his wife called him and asked where he was. Now during this time, people filed by and out of the building so I figured at 1650 I would be the last person in the whole building. I grumbled and walked down the hall and up the stairs and then back down the hall to the Command Group area and noticed the main doors to the area were closed. This was a bit odd as I had never seen these doors closed. The handle was locked but luckily the door was not completely pushed shut so it didn't lock. I walked through and pushed the door closed and waited for the click of the lock.
I walked into the Command Group entrance and leaned over the counter and dropped the document folder on the desk. I pulled out my phone to check my messages and heard what sounded like voices or singing. No messages and I started walking through the office area and the room right before the stairs to leave was the lounge and as I approached, I slowed my pace as I did hear noises. Luckily for me the lights were on the night light setting and only had the corner lights on. I leaned around the edge of the door and my heart skipped a beat. A certain SFC Gilmore was on her knees with her head bobbing up and down with the appropriate slurping noises between the legs of a man I did not recognize. I did notice a uniform jacket with Major rank and a name Tilman on the tab.
Well, well, well it was looking like the good Major Tilman was enjoying a little relaxation after a hard day at work with the help of good SFC Gilmore. Now I could have simply backed up and quietly kept to the shadows of the hallway and slipped down the back stairs and out to a long weekend. Well, that is, I could have but being the closet voyeur and exhibitionist, this was one of those opportunities that you just can't pass up.
Now back to the action, Gilmore was absolutely phenomenal when it came to her oral skills with a hard cock and apparently the term deep throat was something in her vocabulary. Tilman wasn't complaining from the sounds of his moans and that his eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. Well, I was holding my phone, which has a very good camera and I thought, what the hell, this would make for a great entertainment source on cold winter nights.