Costume Party
"Shit, Shit, Shit!" I cursed out loud. Colonel Johnson wants to see me for something and has ordered me to his office. Yes we have a fantastic relationship but still when your base commander orders you to their office is a lot different than having them alone in a plane or relaxed in a dance. This type of meeting is usually just to discuss some new piece of paper that will be shoved in my personnel record of sexual misconduct or flagrantly disobeying some moronic order from an idiot officer 10 years younger than me.
Leaving my squadron and riven across base to his building I notice how the building change quickly from the newness of our flight squadron to the rundown brick buildings of the Command structure. Walking in I approach his secretary that looks 20 and is smiling hot with dark brown hair and a low-cut top that lets me see her cream colored bra beneath. Eyeing me she looks at me with disdain for even checking out the breasts that she clearly has on display.
"Can I help you?" She asks.
"Charlie Moss here to see the Colonel" I state.
Giving me the once over she picks up her phone and lets the Colonel know that I'm here. She then shoos me through the door and soon I am about 10 steps from the edge of the Colonels desk. Its a large wooden desk that seems to weigh at least 300 pounds and must have been built in here because theres no way it fit through any of the doors to the office here.
The Colonel sits facing me and to his back is a wall of window panes that looks out over the base that he commands. From the outside all of these windows are mirrored to prevent others from seeing in but from inside its as clear as you would get from looking through a pair of sunglasses. The office is dark with low lights and old uncomfortable furniture with a few white stains.
If I saw these same stains in my house I would say for certain they were cum stains but not in this office right? I walk resolutely up to the front of his desk and salute and present myself, "Sergeant Moss reports as ordered". He returns my salute then I lower my arm and stand at a position called parade rest with my hands behind my back and look questioningly at the Colonel.
"Must have given you a hell of a scare calling you down here huh?" He asked me as he stood up and walked around his desk. He raised his hand and shook mine as I looked at him with nothing but questions in my eyes.
Seeing this he got down to the heart of the matter and motioned for me to sit in the couch in the back of the office. I avoided the white spot on the couch thinking that if it was cum I had better do better than sitting in it. "Smart move avoiding that, the new secretary out there had some of my homemade yogurt and couldn't keep it all down. Thats beside the point here though. I called you down here because I heard from Chad that his wife got home and was utterly exhausted from the dance but also very happy that she was able to stay and party. He thanked me profusely and apologized for getting that drunk. So I wanted to thank you for getting her home and not keeping her out like I was sure you would do." He told me.
"Well Colonel, I made sure that she knew she was safe and the ride she got was a full service ride. I feel like I came on top but I'm sure she would tell you different." I explained.
"Listen Charlie, I am hoping to be having a Halloween party at my house and I need some help getting the place ready. Brenda is bugging the crap out of me and I need to send someone over there to help her out and she asked for you specifically. Do you have a relationship with my wife?" He asked with a questioning eyebrow
"I wouldn't say a relationship sir, but we have run into each other a few times here and there and always had a good time with our interactions." Nothing I said here was a lie but I knew why she was asking for me here today and it had nothing to do with the party decorations.
"So could you go over there for me?" He asked knowing full well that I wouldn't say no.
"Under one condition, I get to come to the party and bring a friend." I stated.
"Deal" He said, and with that I stood walked out of the office and passed the secretary as she started walking back into his office and as I reached the front door I heard the faint click of the office door locking shut. In the parking lot I looked up to where his office stood and thought for a moment I could swear that there was a pair of large breasts pressed against the mirrored glass.
I drive away deciding thats something that can be worried about another day and I drive over to the Commanders house that sits like a plantation on base. Large stately with tons of open land around it and much more space than a couple of 2 needs but he's the boss and this is his place. I drive around the roundabout in the drive and park my little car right in front of the door. I get out and before I have the chance to ring the bell the door flew open and Brenda Johnsons standing there with all here weight shifted to her left leg as her right leg is bent and rests on her bare toes on the hardwood of the foyer.
She's wearing a tight pair of light gray yoga pants and a tight red top scooped low to show her cleavage that did nothing but accentuate her large breasts. I could tell with how her breasts stood in her shirt and the pronounced nipples that were now pointing directly at me that the shirt was all she was wearing. I was right at the dance when I thought they would be a fun playground and seeing them formed for me I was certain that everything about her would be fun.
This is a stark contrast from the look she went with at the dance last month and while she clearly has some extra weight around her middle she is delightfully gorgeous and has a sex appeal that surpasses any 20 something I have come across in my time.