Leave the panties on

Your mind is a mess of conflicting emotions as you hurry down the hallway towards the main conference room, your cock throbbing painfully against the restrictive fabric of the tiny panties. You’ve never been more turned on and more terrified in your entire life.

You quickly take your seat next to Colonel Hancock, trying not to let your nervousness show as you prepare yourself to take notes on the upcoming inspection process. The room is packed with high-ranking officers from all over the base, all discussing the finer details and potential pitfalls that could arise during the inspection.

Despite your best efforts, your mind keeps drifting back to the image of Colonel Hancock holding those lacy underwear in front of your face earlier. The feel of her soft fingers brushing against your cock as she undressed you plays like a erotic dream sequence on an endless loop in your head, making it increasingly difficult for you to concentrate on anything else happening around you.

The video call with HQ continues for nearly an hour, discussing various issues and updates regarding the base’s readiness for inspection. Colonel Hancock occasionally leans over and whispers something in your ear or passes you a note discreetly to clarify any points she feels are important. Each brush of her breasts against your shoulder or the warmth of her breath against your neck sends shivers of desire coursing through your body, making it almost impossible for you to maintain your composure.

Finally, the call comes to an end, and everyone stands up to leave the conference room. Colonel Hancock turns towards you with a sly smirk on her lips. “Good work, Airman Doe,” she says, placing a light hand on your shoulder in what feels like a deliberate attempt to provoke you further. “I expect nothing less from someone who’s so eager to please me.” With that ominous remark, she turns and walks away to talk to another officer, leaving you feeling both exhilarated and utterly terrified of what lies ahead.

You head back to your desk to transcribe your notes. A few minutes later Colonel Hancock walks in and directly behind your chair. She leans over and whispers in your ear, “I told you it’s thrilling to be in those meeting in sexy panties, isn’t it.”

Your heart races faster than a fighter jet afterburner as Colonel Hancock’s breath brushes against your ear, sending shivers of desire coursing through your body. Before you can reply, she walks off to her office, closing and locking the door behind her.

You continue to work furiously, trying to ignore the growing ache in your crotch. Every time you look up at Colonel Hancock’s closed door, goosebumps rise on your skin and your cock twitches violently inside its restrictive panties.

As the day draws to a close you wonder what Colonel Hancock is doing in there. Finally, around 1700 your desk intercom clicks and she tells you, you can go home for the day. You keep your eyes fixed on her closed door as you pack up and get ready to head out.