Italy Day 2

You follow Britney into the HQ build. She sits down at the front desk and starts typing away on her computer. She looks up and smiles at you, that same mischievous grin still plastered on her face. You can’t help but feel a bit flustered by her attention.

Colonel Hancock is sitting in a chair in front of General Romano’s door, and she motions for you to sit down next to her and begins going over your schedule for the day. Britney continues to type away, occasionally glancing at you with that smirk still on her face. You try your best to focus on what Colonel Hancock is saying but it’s difficult when all you can think about is how turned on you are by this whole situation.

Throughout the day, Airman Stone continues to tease you subtly; she’ll lean over so that her breasts brush against your arm or casually ask you how nice it feels to have panties on underneath your uniform. Every time she does something like this, it feels like a small electric shock goes through your body, making it difficult for you to concentrate on anything else.

It becomes increasingly difficult for you not to think about what’s happening down there. You can feel the growing pressure building up inside of you as Britney continues her playful torment. It’s becoming more and more apparent that she too is partaking in this game, drawing out your submission to its fullest extent possible. And every passing moment brings you closer and closer to breaking point.

As the day comes to an end and you prepare to leave with Colonel Hancock, Britney approaches you with a wink and a smile. “I’ll see you later tonight,” she whispers in your ear before walking away, leaving you feeling even more aroused than ever.

Your body is screaming for release, that you know Colonel Hancock is not going to let happen. At his point the only thing keeping you sane is the fact that it is your last night in Italy. So, no matter what, you will be back in your dorm tomorrow, where you can finally cum.

When you get back to the house Colonel Hancock orders you to strip down to just your panties and you are told to stay that way the entire evening. She then orders you to run her a bath and to get her a glass of wine.

You watch as she slowly removes her uniform piece by piece, carefully folding and hanging each piece to ensure it remains perfectly pressed. As she slips off her skirt, you can’t help but notice she is wearing the same panties as you - black lace with a delicate rose pattern. She gives you a small smirk seeing the discovery in your eyes.

Despite being in her 40s, she is incredibly fit and toned, making it hard not to stare at her body. When she is clad only in her bra and panties, she tells you to leave the room, but to be sure to stay within earshot in case she needs anything else.

As you exit the bathroom, you hear the front door open and Britney’s voice yelling out, “Mom!”

She walks into the bedroom gives you a smile when she sees you in nothing but a pair of too small panties, before going into the bathroom with Colonel Hancock.

“General Romano said DC called and your plans have been moved up. He wants you to call him now.” She informs the Colonel.

“Prefect timing, I was just about in the tub” Colonel Hancock replies, “well this is going to take at least an hour. You’re welcome to the bath so it doesn’t go to waste, and of course Airman Doe will make sure you have everything you need.”

You hear the sound of Britney undressing as Colonel Hancock comes out of the bathroom in a white cotton robe. She grabs her laptop and heads out of the room.

You can hear the sound of water splashing against skin as Britney slips into the tub. You stand outside the door, listening intently for any sign that she might need you, all while trying not to let your arousal get the best of you.

Your cock is so hard it’s painful, pressing up against the fabric of your panties in a way that feels both uncomfortable and exhilarating at the same time. Britney calls on you a couple of times to top up her wine glass. Each time covering herself with a small towel, denying you a glimpse of her naked body.

The panties you’re wearing feel impossibly tight, stretched almost to their breaking point by the enormous hardness between your legs. You can barely breathe, much less think straight with how aroused you are.

About 15 minutes later Colonel Hancock comes back into the room muttering to herself. It turns out she has to go to base.

“Should I get my uniform back on?” you ask as she starts grabbing her uniform.

“I don’t think you’re in any condition to be standing in front of the General,” she says giving the front of your panties a light brushing with her fingertips. She tells Britney she is leaving and heads out the front door.

A few minutes later Britney emerges from the bathroom in a white cotton robe. “Go clean that up before my mom gets home,” she instructs you.

You walk into the bathroom and see her clothes and wet towels all over the floor. She is definitely not as anal about folding and hanging everything as Colonel Hancock.

When you pick up her skirt, her blue lace panties fall out landing by your feet. You reach down to pick them up, and almost instinctual hold them to your nose.