Dolled up commander

The Commander instructed you run the simulation while she walked off for 10 minutes to set up the antenna. The optimal location just so happened to be dead center in the one and only narrow peep hole from your station. The beautiful commander took off her jacket and you got a perfect view of her elegant posture, petite upper body, and a bit of her toned belly. You instinctively recognized this as a rare opportunity and started to stroke your already bloated cock. The procedure made her movements very predictable, for the next 10 minutes, she would get out of view for 15 seconds every 2 minutes, to confirm the state on the control panel. About 6 minutes in, she had just gone to to the control panel for the 3:rd time. You decided it was time to stop pushing your luck and blow your load. Every time she got back to the antenna, she would stretch her pretty little body and pull the lever for the next expansion stage. This posture would expose her thin waist curving down to her hips. This is when you would blow your load. You rode it on the edge. Time felt like it was moving slowly. Hand stroking loose and slow. You start to wonder where she went, surely she should be back by now.

Hatch opens "What are you up to soldier, alignment warning has been on for the last...oh!". She confidently steps in closer, her eyes fixed on yours. She notice you just barely beginning to prepare to tuck your cock back and orders you, with straight and serious face "freeze controls"; a command you had practiced until perfection. Usually used by whoever has visual confirmation to order an immediate stop of input controls until its effect can be verified. You realize that the dis-alignment indicator must have been asserted for a while. It would ha been a quick fix even with your left hand alone, but now the alignment error had accumulated out of bounds and the setup procedure had to be repeated. She continued "You have lacked the required attention on three separate occasions since this morning. I picked you specifically because you have excelled at maintaining focus during sleep deprecation, hunger, hypothermia and bombardment. Never faltering." She relaxes her serious face "Yet, I've noticed an unprecedented loss of focused since precisely 10:22 this morning." She soften up a bit "I understand it gets a bit lonely out here, but I could never have imagined that my dolled up my face would be your kryptonite." She saw right through you. "At ease, soldier" looking down at your slowly waning erection. "Report back for duty at 14:15, that's in 15 minutes. I want your balls empty by then. That's an order" She hadn't mentioned the fact that you obviously been ogling her "I need that post-nut clarity to get this done before going the reception tonight". She leans close to you and look at the antenna through the narrow window "I'll reset that antenna for you meanwhile" She walks to the hatch and turn around "Enjoy". She obviously knew you were jerking off to her, and now she's encouraging you to finish the job, offering herself as wank material."

She stopped again "On a personal note, out of curiosity. Would you prefer to nut alone or while looking at my dolled up face?" You don't know what to say (you know what you want, but not what to say). She clarify "just from the perspective of your ideal masturbatory experience. As your commander, I need to to know your kryptonite."