army

I walked nervously through the gates of Brad's army camp, my heart pounding in my chest. I was wearing a cute tennis skirt and a tight pink blouse, and I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. I knew that all the soldiers would be looking at me, and I didn't want to attract too much attention.

But as soon as Brad saw me, he rushed over to me, sweeping me up in his arms and kissing me deeply. I felt all my worries melt away, and I gave myself over to the passion of the moment.

"God, you look so beautiful," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

I blushed, feeling my cheeks grow warm. But then I noticed that all the soldiers were staring at us, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Brad, everyone's looking at us," I whispered, feeling a little shy.

"It doesn't matter," he replied, his voice low and husky. "I want everyone to know that you're mine."

I blushed again, feeling a surge of pride at his words. I knew that I belonged to him, and I was happy to let everyone know it.

We walked through the camp, arm in arm, and I could feel all the eyes on us. I tried to keep my head down, but it was no use. Every time I moaned, I could hear the soldiers whispering to each other and chuckling.

It was embarrassing, but it also turned me on. I could feel the wetness between my legs growing as Brad's hands roamed over my body. I knew that I was going to have to find a way to release this tension, or I was going to explode.

Finally, we made it to Brad's tent, and he pulled me inside. He began to kiss me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth as his hands roamed over my body. I moaned, unable to control myself, and I could hear the soldiers outside snickering.

I felt my face grow hot with embarrassment, but I couldn't stop the moans that were escaping from my lips. Brad's hands were so skilled, so expert, and I couldn't help but respond to his touch.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

I felt a surge of pleasure as he began to kiss his way down my neck, his hands still roaming over my body. I was lost in a sea of sensation, unable to think of anything else but the feel of his hands on my skin.

But then, suddenly, we heard a knock at the door. Brad swore under his breath and quickly straightened his uniform, looking every bit the part of the soldier he was.

I straightened my skirt and tried to compose myself, feeling a little flustered by the interruption.

"Come in," Brad called out, his voice a little gruff.

The door opened, and one of the other soldiers stepped inside. I could see the look of surprise on his face as he saw me, dressed in my cute tennis skirt and tight pink blouse.

"Uh, sorry to interrupt, sir," he said, trying to avert his eyes. "We just wanted to let you know that the general wants to see you in his office."

Brad nodded, looking a little annoyed. "Thanks for letting me know," he said, his voice cold.

The soldier nodded and quickly left the tent, leaving us alone once again.

Brad turned to me, his expression serious. "I'm sorry about that," he said, his voice low. "I have to go see the general. But we'll continue this later, I promise."

I nodded, feeling a little disappointed but also a little relieved. I needed a break