Farewell with the Arons might not have been too flashy or sentimental, but it was significant nevertheless. After all Sarah was wearing her customary flirtatious outfit she always picked for the morning workout; the thong of her leotard was digging deep between her pantyhose covered buttocks, enhancing their shape further. The Lieutenants both grabbed her firm exposed ass, one man each cheek, and groped it in front of all the soldiers. The Captain should have scolded them or at least pushed their hands away, but she did nothing apart from smiling like a flirtatious schoolgirl. The men's palms touched her booty for several seconds before they finally let her go, went into their truck and drove away. The training could begin; the morning jog would be beneficial for the soldiers, because the blood would not go to their cocks. Although the ones at the front of the column had it tougher with their Captain running right in front of them; her firm buttocks and legs were moving in an almost hypnotising fashion. Few hundred metres later everyone was focused on the running, but the sight of Sarah's moving legs and ass remained an attraction.
There was also another issue with last night's threesome, unbeknown to Sarah. The voyeurs had obviously shared the gossip, so everyone was aware of their Captain's misbehaviour and her love for group sex.
For the rest of the day the Captain decided to step up the teasing a little bit. For breakfast she again wore a summer dress, but a different one this time. This was more an item one would wear to a beach, it was light and loose, but ended right at the bottom of the buttocks, so avoiding upskirts was not an option. Underneath Sarah had a barely visible g-string. On her feet she wore twelve centimetres tall wedge heels, the tallest of that kind she owned. The effect was as she had expected - the soldiers found it hard to focus on the food, although everyone tried to behave as if everything was perfectly normal. The Captain found it amusing and pretended not to notice all the glares.
After breakfast the Captain once again visited her secluded spot. Just like on the previous day she took off all of her clothes before lying down to sunbathe. She was determined to leave Fort Holloway with a strong even tan. The small 'loyal' group of voyeurs followed her discreetly, after witnessing yesterday's threesome they wanted to see her naked body again even more. Sarah remained oblivious to their presence. She even made a small spectacle when she rubbed the sunscreen into her skin; thinking she was alone she did not act demure. The young privates considered it the best strip show they had ever seen.
For the volleyball game Sarah put on a thong leotard, one of those she wore for the morning jog. But she did not wear any pantyhose with it, so her firm buttocks were visible for everyone to admire. She also cheered up her team by encouraging a touchy atmosphere, so those who played with her got a chance to playfully pat the naked skin of her round booty. The men did that whenever they had an opportunity and the Captain's flirty behaviour only caused them to act bolder; they sometimes grabbed a buttock for a short moment instead of merely patting it. There was something uniquely arousing in being touched in a semi-erotic manner in non-erotic circumstances. The fact that the men were her subordinates and on average fifteen years younger only added a kinky flavour.
The dinner was a repetition of breakfast, only this time Sarah played with her hair a bit more and flashed cleavage a few times. After the meal she stayed for a small talk. She pulled the chair back a little in a supposedly innocent fashion, just to have more space. But then she crossed her legs in a not-at-all innocent way; considering the shortness of her dress even the sides of her buttocks became exposed. The Captain feigned obliviousness to that fact and to all the lustful gazes of the men, just as she always did. As they chatted she wondered how large were the erections in their pants; she had no doubts that she managed to get them all hard. But that had all been just a warmup, she planned to have some more fun at the expense of the young men in the evening at the canteen.
Sarah was feeling extra naughty that day, it might have been caused by the fresh memories of the last night's threesome. For the evening she decided to wear something more... flirty; at least that was the word she used in her head, most people would use a more definite expression. Her chosen dress was pink, tight and short, but these three words did not tell the whole picture. It was a bimbo shade of pink, usually worn by ditzy sluts; Sarah was confident enough of her intellect not to be afraid of that stereotype. The tightness hugged her every curve and was further enhanced by the thinness of the fabric. A dress could not get any shorter and still be called a dress; it ended mere two centimetres beneath the Captain's buttocks, it was virtually impossible not to flash upskirts while wearing it. The item was strapless, so the cleavage could not be as deep, but because the dress should not be worn with a bra it felt just as revealing, especially since her nipples quickly got erect and were clearly visible through the thin fabric. The top and skirt parts were opaque, but the middle was made of tiny mesh. Underneath she wore a tiny g-string in a matching shade of pink.
Before Sarah pulled the thong up her legs she took a small butt-plug from her magic drawer. She lubricated the toy and her ass, then gently pushed it in. This night there was no need to prepare for anal sexy, but the naughty feeling extended beyond just clothes. She wanted to feel an additional physical sensation to match the excitement of teasing and flirting. Not to mention the fact that hiding a dirty little secret from her subordinates was arousing in itself.
On her legs Sarah put on a pair of sheer white stockings to break the uniformity of the colour. A pair of pink fuck-me heels on fifteen centimetre tall stilettos completed the outfit. Not to overdo with the bimbo aesthetics, the Captain kept her makeup mostly natural, apart from her lips which she painted, of course, pink. She was going to tease the hell out of the soldiers and she smiled at that though.
As always the Captain was the last one to enter the canteen. She walked in slow deliberate steps, rocking her hips to the sides, the clicking of her heels attracted the attention even before she appeared. She enjoyed the lustful gazes that ogled her body.
"Hello, boys," Sarah said in a seductive voice, "were you waiting for me to start the fun?"
She waited for a moment although the question was rhetorical. She used the time to get into the middle of the room and strike a sexy pose. She could almost hear all the young cocks springing to attention.
"I'm in a mood to play," she finally spoke again, in the same sultry tone, "who wants to lose a game of billiard?"
The Captain's cockiness was justified, she won the majority of the games... in which she focused on the actual playing and not teasing. This time her outfit was revealing enough in itself, but it did not mean that nothing more could be achieved.
The soldiers fielded their billiard champion - Ted. Apparently the sexy sight had not distracted them enough and they still wanted to win the beer. Ted had an extra incentive (apart from pride), because he had been on Sarah's team in volleyball; they had lost their game, so he was one beer shy.
NOT flashing upskirts in that dress was impossible when playing billiard. Sarah did not even need to try any revealing positions, simple bending over the table was sufficient. She played a more or less normal game, but she could not fully put her mind to it. It might have been caused by her naughty mood or the group of spectators ogling her mostly exposed ass; both factors have been present in the past, but on that day seemed more impactful. Sarah's inner exhibitionist was excited about flashing her buttocks and thong, but in the excitement she somehow missed the fact that the soldiers would be able to notice her anal plug as well. When she finally realised it she blushed and spoiled the shot; it was too late to back out by then.
Whenever she straightened up she fixed her dress which only attracted even more attention. She wondered whether the soldiers would be able to notice that her pussy was slowly getting moist. Most of them were not experienced enough, so maybe that detail of their Captain's naughtiness would go unnoticed.
Ultimately Sarah narrowly lost the game. The soldiers cheered after the victory of their comrade, but she was not sure whether they were celebrating the beer he won for all of them or applauding the show she just performed. Possibly both.
There were two more games to play in order to determine how many beers the soldiers would get to drink. Poker could be one of them and Sarah would most likely win, but it was also the least flashy and her naughty mood had not diminished, quite the opposite. She settled on foosball and darts, both were played while standing and required some degree of bending, so she could exhibit her legs and ass. Even though there were beers at stake the spectators were not focusing mostly on the game, the Captain could feel their gazes on her body the entire time; her arousal kept steadily growing. She could no longer forget that her anal plug could occasionally be spotted by the men.
