Preparation.
He explained carefully. The movement was looking for a volunteer. He knew he had to sell this concept; it was a lot to ask of any woman.
He had gathered the prettiest women available. Now if only one of them would agree to take the risk.
"As I have explained, we need to smuggle these people across the border. The authorities are after them for subversive activities. Now the plan is that we need a volunteer to distract the border authorities. The smallest and easiest border has been selected so that the all the men on duty will be amenable to leaving me alone on duty. Once we have achieved that, we will smuggle the couple through the gate." He paused and took a deep breath.
"Okay, now the reason I am here is to find that volunteer. I need a pretty woman to distract the men." He proceeded to explain how the volunteer would be used to achieve their purpose. He spoke slowly and with feeling. When he had finished his presentation, he waited a minute for the full import to sink into their minds. Then he spoke once more.
"Here is my cell phone number. I don't expect any of you to volunteer right now. Call me tomorrow and we can iron out the details." The meeting broke up and a very quiet and thoughtful group of women wended their way out.
Stewart wasn't convinced that even one would call, much less offer him a number of alternatives to sort through. So he was amazed during the course of the day to receive four calls. He visited each of them before making his choice.
Cindy was a 26-year-old married woman, and she seemed very mature and cool under pressure. Also there was a feeling of suppressed excitement in her. She was a beautiful young lady and Stewart thought she was perfect for the part. She had shoulder length, shiny hair that framed her pretty face perfectly. Her figure was as near perfect as it was possible to be. She spoke well and obviously had a quick, intelligent brain.
They went over and over the plan, until it was second nature to them both.
"You do realise the possible consequences if I am delayed in any way? It will be tough enough for you if I can pull it off in the time allocated, but if I am delayed, things will get a lot hotter for you!"
"I am prepared to take that risk." Her poise amazed him. And he believed her.
"Fine. Then we go ahead tomorrow."
Application.
The couple were concealed in the trunk of the car. The idea was not to make any attempt to cross the border with the car. It would stop short of the border post.
Stewart, in his colonel's uniform, pulled over just short of the guardhouse. He climbed out, straightened his uniform, and opened the passenger door. He took Cindy by the arm and pulled her out of the car. The guards were looking at him, and they were amazed by her beauty and by the fact that her arms were handcuffed behind her.
As he approached they were quick to salute when they saw his ostensible rank.
"Sergeant," he addressed the ranking man. "I want you and your me to do me a service. This young lady I suspect of being a counter-revolutionist. I want you and your me to take her into the barracks and interrogate her." The men stared at him open-mouthed. They could hardly credit what they were hearing. And then he spoke again and they thought they had died and entered paradise.
"Use any and all means to get her to confess and provide information. Only do not hurt or harm her. There are to be no major bruises or any other injury!" He smiled at them. "Of course, little bruises on her more tender areas, well…" He smiled again, more broadly this time. "Search her well for hidden weapons or anything else she might be carrying anywhere on or in her person!" He looked at them carefully. "Do you understand? Can I trust you with this? I will watch your post while you are busy!"
"Yes, sir, colonel! You can rest assured we will interrogate her well and search her very, very carefully!" He stepped forward and grabbed Cindy's arm. She was dressed in a simple dress with buttons down the front. Stewart tossed him the handcuff keys.
The sergeant detailed one of his six men to assist Stewart. The colonel waved him away.
"No, no; you go and help the sergeant!" Gratefully the man followed the others as they followed the sergeant and Cindy into the guardhouse.
No sooner had they vanished than Stewart ran to the car and opened the trunk. Out stepped the young couple. He led them quickly through the gate and they disappeared into the trees. Just around the bend in the road, a car waited to pick them up and drive them through the friendly border post and on to safety.
Stewart glanced at his watch. It had all happened faster than they had estimated. There were still ten minutes to spare. He realised he could not retrieve Cindy too soon, before they had really even got her inside, as it would arouse suspicion after what he had told them. So he made his way to one of the curtained windows on the side of the barracks where he could peak inside as well as keep an eye on the road.
Observation.
There was a convenient gap in the curtain and he was able to see the scene within. Cindy was sitting nervously on a wooden chair as they questioned her. They were taking down the basics as she answered them. Her name, address, age and other particulars (all false, apart from her first name) were being recorded in a notebook. The necessary formalities done, the sergeant rose and spoke.
"Right. Now kindly stand so that we can search you!" Nervously, the beautiful girl rose to her feet. The NCO kicked her feet further apart so that there was a gap of perhaps 40cms between them. He put his hands on her shoulders and then moved them down her flanks. Cindy had on the minimum of clothes and those that she was wearing were thin and clingy, so as to make her look all that much more appealing.
Her dress was so thin that Cindy could practically feel his fingerprints against her body as he slid his hands down to her waist. And of course the obverse was also true, with the man very aware of the softness of her slim body. When he reached her hips, he slid his hands a little towards the rear to encompass some of her firm buttocks.
His hands continued their slow progress down her thighs and ended at her knees. Now he slid his hands round to the front of her thighs and started the return journey up her body. His fingertips brushed her pubic thatch through her clothes as he continued running his hands up her front. They trailed across her tummy until they reached the firm swell of her breasts.
His hands paused there and Cindy found herself holding her breath. Then his hands continued onto her firm tits. She and he sighed as it happened. He squeezed the plump orbs gently and his fingers found her nipples. He rolled them between his fingers as his hands closed around her lovely breasts.
Stimulation.
Stewart watched, suddenly aware that his cock was swelling between his legs. He watched, his mouth dry suddenly, as the soldier felt her tits. He glanced at his watch. Another ten minutes according to their timetable. The sergeant was now visibly excited. He dropped a hand to her hem and it rose under it to find her vagina. Stewart sucked in his breath as he saw her go up onto her toes.
He knew then that the man had groped her pussy. His cock was hard in his pants as he watched. He waited anxiously for something more to happen. He glanced at his watch again and saw with, relief (?) that less than a minute had passed. There was still time for it to become even more titillating! Stewart licked his lips, trying to moisten his mouth.
He watched with heightening arousal as the soldier visibly moved his hand under her skirt. He could tell from her attitude that the man was rubbing her pussy very hard. She was whimpering and her head was twisting this way and that. Stewart could see the sergeant's arm moving violently where it disappeared under her dress. Then, forebodingly, the violent movement stopped.
He moved his free hand to lift her hem. He called out to one of his men to approach and hold her hem up so that all could see what he was about to do. Cindy's hem was above her waist now, held there by the young soldier. The sergeant's hand moved inexorably towards her panties.