End of a Long Day

As the sun starts to go down you begin to wonder how long General Romano and Colonel Hancock will be meeting, when Airman Stone walks in and informs you that they will be a while still.

“Mom…er…Colonel Hancock asked if I could take you to your quarters,” she informs you.

You get up and follow her out of the building and to her car. When you see that she drives off the base you ask where the quarters are.

“Oh, my mom never stays in the base quarters.” She tells you, “You and her are staying at an Airbnb a little ways out in the country.”

As Airman Stone drives deeper into the Italian countryside, you begin to wonder what kind of accommodations your Colonel has arranged for tonight. You’re surely going to have separate rooms, you hope. Either way, your mind wanders back to those panties you’ve been **** to wear all today. They had been so soft and delicate against your skin.

You suddenly realize that Airman Stone is staring at you from the driver’s seat, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Something bothering you, Airman Doe?” She asks teasingly, her eyes lingering on your crotch where your cock was now obviously starting to harden despite the pressure of the confines or the panties.

“Oh...sorry,” you reply trying to play it off, “I was just enjoying the view. This is my first time in Italy.”

“It certainly seems like you are enjoying something,” she quips back, “you’re not having dirty thoughts about the Colonel, are you?”

You shake your head, trying to deny any wrongdoing, but Airman Stone isn’t buying it. “Don’t lie to me,” she says sternly, her voice taking on a more dominant tone.

“I bet she’s making you wear panties, or even a cock cage if you’ve been really bad.”

You blush deeply at her words, unable to hide the embarrassment you feel. But as she continues driving and staring at you with that smirk on her face, something else begins to stir within you. An almost uncontrollable urge to please her grows stronger by the second.

“Purely professional,” you squeak out.

“I’m sure,” she replies while rolling her eyes. And much to your relief pulling into the driveway of a small villa.

You follow Airman Stone up to the front door of the villa, your heart racing as you try to control the arousal that is building inside of you. She leads you inside and up the stairs to one of the bedrooms. She asks if you need anything, to which you reply no, so she leaves and heads back to the base to her own quarters.

As the silence fills the house, you can’t help but think about everything that has happened today. From being **** into wearing panties under your uniform by Colonel Hancock to now being alone with her daughter... It all feels like some kind of twisted dream. You lie down on the bed, hoping for some rest after such a long day. But as you close your eyes and try to drift off, images of Airman Stone’s ass bouncing in front of you flash through your mind. Before you know it, your hand has found its way in your pants and is gently massaging your now-hard cock through the panties you have on.

You continue to stroke yourself, thoughts of Airman Stone filling your mind. Images of her ass bouncing as she walked down the hallway, her delicate hands helping you up from the table earlier today. Your breathing becomes heavier and more ragged as you get closer to climax. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore...

“Enjoying yourself, Airman Doe?” A voice from behind startles you, making your cock jump inside of your pants. You turn around quickly to see Colonel Hancock standing in the doorway, one eyebrow raised inquisitively. “I do hope you aren’t masturbating while thinking about my daughter.”

“No... ma’am!” You stutter out, your face flushing with embarrassment as you try to hide the evidence of your recent activities. “I just… was trying to get comfortable,” you lie, trying to play it off. Colonel Hancock steps further into the room, her eyes boring into yours as she slowly walks towards you.

“Oh, I see,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “And what is this?” She asks, gesturing down at your cock which is still hard and straining against your panties. You swallow nervously, unable to look away from those piercing green eyes that seem to be seeing right through you.

“I... I don’t know,” you stammer out, feeling like a child caught doing something wrong.

“Do I need to put the cage back on?”

You shake your head vigorously, **** not to lose whatever ground you have managed to gain with her. “No... please,” you beg, “I promise I won’t do it again.” Colonel Hancock stands before you for a moment longer, assessing you with those steely green eyes of hers.

“We are not here on some sex vacation. We are here to work. That means no playing with yourself.” Then she turns around and walks out the door, leaving you alone in the room once more.

You let out a sigh of relief as soon as she disappears down the hallway. But even then, the image of her standing there, looking at you with such disdain, refuses to leave your mind. And all the while, your cock is still hard and throbbing inside those soft panties.

You lay back down on the bed, trying desperately to get some rest after such a long day. But your thoughts keep returning to Colonel Hancock, her stern face and piercing green eyes haunting you even in the darkness of your mind. As you drift off finally into an uneasy sleep, you can’t help but wonder what tomorrow will bring...