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“Captain Kim Milowsky”.
I stared at the name on the official paperwork in front of me with the US Army logo letterhead. I thought back to an Army ROTC Summer camp at Fort Knox, Kentucky and my all-too-brief encounter with a college-aged young lady by the same name and I wondered, “What are the chances?”
I was assigned duties as an Operations Officer in a Combat Support Battalion at Fort Hood, Texas when the clerk placed the paperwork on my desk.
“Captain Milowsky is here to see you, sir,” the desk sergeant announced from on my intercom. I shuffled the paperwork off to the side of my desk. “Send her in, Sergeant.”
A few moments later, a familiar young face stepped into my office, stood at attention and rendered a hand salute. I stood and returned her salute, which seemed a little bit awkward given the fact that I already knew her.
I stepped from around my desk and extended my hand.
“Welcome to Support Command,” I remarked as I stepped around her and closed the door to my office. “Take a seat.”
She took up a seat in a chair stationed in front of my desk.
I leaned against the front of my desk, my arms folded across my chest.
“I feel like I owe you an apology,” I remarked.
“No sir,” she replied, “I think I owe you a big thank you, because you were such a huge (cough cough) part of my early development.”
“I hope you don’t think of me as some type of pervert,” I remarked.
“Not at all,” she replied, “In fact, I’ve thought a lot about you over the years.”
I was surprised with her openness. She wasn’t the shy little teenage college girl I had been intimate with many years before. She had filled out a bit more and appeared more mature.
“Still single,” I see.
“Yes,” she replied. “I came close to getting married, but backed out. I just wasn’t ready.”
I nodded my head to indicate that I understood. Her dark brown eyes were piercing. Her beautiful long hair was now cropped off shorter and pinned back to meet Army regulations. I caught myself thinking back to our first encounter. She had been a shy girl, but more than willing to accommodate my needs.
“What about you?” she asked, “As I recall, I never saw a wedding band on your hand.”
“I am a career Army officer,” I responded. “I figured if the Army wanted me to have a wife, they would issue me one.”
She laughed.
“Maybe they have and you just haven’t seen her yet,” she replied.
“So catch me up,” I said, “What have you done since Army ROTC Summer Camp?”
I was trying to deflect my intense interest in her. As she spoke, I caught only snippets of the conversation. I was desperately hoping for a second chance to revisit what had once been a fantasy come true.
“Economics Major.”
“Magna cum Laude.”
“Quartermaster School.”
“Company Command.”
“So what will I be doing for you?” she asked. I was lost in my thoughts and didn’t catch her question until she had asked it twice. I apologized for my lack of attentiveness.
She silently stood up, facing me, as I leaned against the front of my desk, an arm’s distance in front of her. She was expressionless. I had seen that look before, in a hot tent, in the woods. I could tell she was nervous.
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
“I would be lying if I said ‘no’,” she replied.
“Well, that would make two of us,” I said.
“Whatever you do,” she replied, looking down at the floor, pausing. “Don’t take your shirt off.”
I stepped forward and gently put my hand on her left shoulder. I pulled her in close to me.
“You are just as beautiful now, “I whispered. “Just as beautiful as you were in that tent at Fort Knox.”
She didn’t say anything, but slipped her hands around my waist, as she tip-toed and looked up at me. The kiss was a slow and gentle one, until I slipped my tongue inside of her mouth. Suddenly, the passion exploded.
“I am quite sure we have broken a few Army regulations,” I remarked, pulling back and looking into her huge brown eyes.
“Yes, we have,” she replied, “And, we’re probably going to break a few more.”
She dropped to her knees as she fiddled with my trouser buttons. I loosened my belt. Within seconds, she had my cock out of my pants and was rubbing the back side of it, planting kisses on the every end of it. She looked up at me to gauge my reaction.
I wasn’t going to stop her.
She slipped her lips over the end of my cock, as she gripped it in her hand. The warmth of her mouth sliding over my cock was exhilarating. She pulled back momentarily, her saliva coating the length of my manhood. She used her fingers to mix her saliva with my pre-cum, and then slid my hot rod back into her mouth, working her head back and forth, slowly, as she shoved more and more of my rod into her orifice. She slowed her pace and looked up at me.
“I love the taste of cum,” she said.
She gripped my balls and I could feel my butt checks tightening up.
“I’m going to cum,” I announced, just as the first blast shot deep into the back of her throat. I grabbed the side of her head and held on, as she hummed. My second spurt went the same way as the first one- right into the deep recesses of her open mouth. The third spurt followed suit. She didn’t spill a drop and swallowed everything.
She pulled back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, as she stood in front of me, my cock hanging down, going soft very quickly.
We kissed and I could taste the blandness of the remnants of my cum, still in her mouth.
How about...” she began slowly, "If you join me for dinner and we discuss my work assignments?” she asked.
I grabbed a pen from desk and handed it to her, without saying a word. As I put myself back together, she leaned forward across my desk and wrote down a phone number and address on my yellow legal pad, ripped the page from the pad, folded it in half and handed it to me.
“Seven,” she remarked, “and please don’t be late.”
I stared at the name on the official paperwork in front of me with the US Army logo letterhead. I thought back to an Army ROTC Summer camp at Fort Knox, Kentucky and my all-too-brief encounter with a college-aged young lady by the same name and I wondered, “What are the chances?”
I was assigned duties as an Operations Officer in a Combat Support Battalion at Fort Hood, Texas when the clerk placed the paperwork on my desk.
“Captain Milowsky is here to see you, sir,” the desk sergeant announced from on my intercom. I shuffled the paperwork off to the side of my desk. “Send her in, Sergeant.”
A few moments later, a familiar young face stepped into my office, stood at attention and rendered a hand salute. I stood and returned her salute, which seemed a little bit awkward given the fact that I already knew her.
I stepped from around my desk and extended my hand.
“Welcome to Support Command,” I remarked as I stepped around her and closed the door to my office. “Take a seat.”
She took up a seat in a chair stationed in front of my desk.
I leaned against the front of my desk, my arms folded across my chest.
“I feel like I owe you an apology,” I remarked.
“No sir,” she replied, “I think I owe you a big thank you, because you were such a huge (cough cough) part of my early development.”
“I hope you don’t think of me as some type of pervert,” I remarked.
“Not at all,” she replied, “In fact, I’ve thought a lot about you over the years.”
I was surprised with her openness. She wasn’t the shy little teenage college girl I had been intimate with many years before. She had filled out a bit more and appeared more mature.
“Still single,” I see.
“Yes,” she replied. “I came close to getting married, but backed out. I just wasn’t ready.”
I nodded my head to indicate that I understood. Her dark brown eyes were piercing. Her beautiful long hair was now cropped off shorter and pinned back to meet Army regulations. I caught myself thinking back to our first encounter. She had been a shy girl, but more than willing to accommodate my needs.
“What about you?” she asked, “As I recall, I never saw a wedding band on your hand.”
“I am a career Army officer,” I responded. “I figured if the Army wanted me to have a wife, they would issue me one.”
She laughed.
“Maybe they have and you just haven’t seen her yet,” she replied.
“So catch me up,” I said, “What have you done since Army ROTC Summer Camp?”
I was trying to deflect my intense interest in her. As she spoke, I caught only snippets of the conversation. I was desperately hoping for a second chance to revisit what had once been a fantasy come true.
“Economics Major.”
“Magna cum Laude.”
“Quartermaster School.”
“Company Command.”
“So what will I be doing for you?” she asked. I was lost in my thoughts and didn’t catch her question until she had asked it twice. I apologized for my lack of attentiveness.
She silently stood up, facing me, as I leaned against the front of my desk, an arm’s distance in front of her. She was expressionless. I had seen that look before, in a hot tent, in the woods. I could tell she was nervous.
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
“I would be lying if I said ‘no’,” she replied.
“Well, that would make two of us,” I said.
“Whatever you do,” she replied, looking down at the floor, pausing. “Don’t take your shirt off.”
I stepped forward and gently put my hand on her left shoulder. I pulled her in close to me.
“You are just as beautiful now, “I whispered. “Just as beautiful as you were in that tent at Fort Knox.”
She didn’t say anything, but slipped her hands around my waist, as she tip-toed and looked up at me. The kiss was a slow and gentle one, until I slipped my tongue inside of her mouth. Suddenly, the passion exploded.
“I am quite sure we have broken a few Army regulations,” I remarked, pulling back and looking into her huge brown eyes.
“Yes, we have,” she replied, “And, we’re probably going to break a few more.”
She dropped to her knees as she fiddled with my trouser buttons. I loosened my belt. Within seconds, she had my cock out of my pants and was rubbing the back side of it, planting kisses on the every end of it. She looked up at me to gauge my reaction.
I wasn’t going to stop her.
She slipped her lips over the end of my cock, as she gripped it in her hand. The warmth of her mouth sliding over my cock was exhilarating. She pulled back momentarily, her saliva coating the length of my manhood. She used her fingers to mix her saliva with my pre-cum, and then slid my hot rod back into her mouth, working her head back and forth, slowly, as she shoved more and more of my rod into her orifice. She slowed her pace and looked up at me.
“I love the taste of cum,” she said.
She gripped my balls and I could feel my butt checks tightening up.
“I’m going to cum,” I announced, just as the first blast shot deep into the back of her throat. I grabbed the side of her head and held on, as she hummed. My second spurt went the same way as the first one- right into the deep recesses of her open mouth. The third spurt followed suit. She didn’t spill a drop and swallowed everything.
She pulled back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, as she stood in front of me, my cock hanging down, going soft very quickly.
We kissed and I could taste the blandness of the remnants of my cum, still in her mouth.
How about...” she began slowly, "If you join me for dinner and we discuss my work assignments?” she asked.
I grabbed a pen from desk and handed it to her, without saying a word. As I put myself back together, she leaned forward across my desk and wrote down a phone number and address on my yellow legal pad, ripped the page from the pad, folded it in half and handed it to me.
“Seven,” she remarked, “and please don’t be late.”
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