The next morning

You wake up early the next morning, still wearing those same tight panties from yesterday. As you stretch and yawn, your cock twitches against the soft fabric of your underwear. There was nothing you wanted to do more than touch yourself right now... but Colonel Hancock made it clear that was not an option.

You go into your bag to pick out a new pair of panties and discover they are all gone. You search the room high and low but can’t find them anywhere. Realizing the time, you stop looking and run to the bathroom to get ready. You quickly shower and shave, before putting the same black panties back on, followed by your uniform.

You rush downstairs hoping that you haven’t kept Colonel Hancock waiting. As you do the delicious scent of fresh coffee fills the air. Following the smell into the kitchen, you find Airman Stone standing at the counter, her back turned towards you. She is wearing a white spaghetti strap shirt that clings tightly to her body. Her full-back panties are the only other thing covering her skin, making your cock stir in its confines once more.

You clear your throat, hoping she doesn’t notice your obvious arousal as you approach her. “Good morning, Airman Stone,” you say politely, trying to keep your voice from cracking under the strain of wanting her so badly. She turns around and smiles at you before sitting down at the table with a bowl of oatmeal.

“You can call me Britney, you know”

You grab a coffee and make yourself a bagel.

Your eyes are fixated on her white spaghetti strap shirt that clings tightly to her chest. Her nipples are clearly visible through the thin material of her top, standing at attention as they brush against the fabric with every move she makes. Your cock throbs inside your pants at the sight of her perky breasts and hardened nipples. You clear your throat nervously, trying to regain some composure.

You take a seat at the table across from her, unable to keep your eyes off of those perfect curves and taut nipples on display. “Sorry…Britney,” is all you manage to say before taking a bite of your food.

As you sit down across from Airman Stone, trying desperately not to stare at her cleavage displayed so brazenly in front of you. But it’s impossible, your eyes keep drifting back towards those perfect breasts and hard nipples that stand out against the white material of her top. You take a bite of your food, trying to focus on something else.

“So,” She says with a smirk, “The Colonel wanted to get an early start, so she’s already on base. I’ll drive us to HQ after breakfast.”

“Sounds good,” is all you manage to get out before trying to hide your face behind your coffee mug.

You try to focus on your food, but Airman Stone is being particularly distracting this morning. Every time she moves her body, those perky breasts of hers shift ever so slightly and those nipples seem to grow even harder against the fabric of her shirt. It’s not long before you feel like you can’t take it anymore, your cock straining painfully inside your pants once more.

As if sensing your growing arousal, Airman Stone leans forward onto the table, resting one elbow there as she takes a sip of her coffee. “So,” she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, “Do you like my panties?”

You nearly **** on your coffee at this question.

“After all, I found them in your bag,” she continues, before putting her coffee down. “Give me a few minutes to shower and we’ll get out of here.” She adds nonchalantly.

You feel your face flush as you cough out the remains of your coffee. Airman Stone stands up from the table, and spins in a circle giving you a full 360 view revealing those delicious full-back panties that hug her ass and cheeks so perfectly. Your cock throbs painfully in your pants as she walks away to get ready for their trip to base command.

After a while, Airman Stone finally emerges from the bedroom dressed in her uniform, which she obviously got tailored to fit her perfectly and accentuate every curve on her body. She walks over to you and smiles sweetly before taking your hand in hers. “Let’s go.” You nod, following her out to her car.

After you both get in the car Britney looks over at you. “You know, you got to see me in my panties this morning, and I think it’s only fair that I get to see your panties.”

“Technically you did see my panties, when you stole them,” you try to argue back.

“Oh you know that’s not what I mean,” she responds.

“Look,” she continues pulling her skirt up revealing the blue lace panties she has on, “these ones aren’t yours. You didn’t have any thongs, and I can’t have panty lines. So sadly, I had to switch. Now your turn…”

You your mouth goes dry as you stare at the little triangle of fabric that barely covers her pussy. You slowly undo your belt and unbutton your slacks.

“Come on, we’ll be late if you don’t hurry up,” she almost commands.

You pull down your slacks to reveal the black cotton panties you have on underneath. Your cock is straining against the fabric. It would look like a full tent, if they weren’t so tight.

She leans over and gently strokes your cock through the fabric, her fingers moving up and down rhythmically against it. “Oh,” she whispers softly, leaning closer to you so that your breath mingles together as she continues teasing you with those nimble fingers, “I think I like these better.” Her words send shivers down your spine, making your cock twitch in her hands even more. Britney reaches over and moves the fabric to the side freeing you cock from it confines. She smiles mischievously as you are on full display in front of her.

“Oh shit, we’re going to be late,” she says with wide eyes before pulling her skirt back down. She starts the car, flies down the driveway, and takes off towards base. Meanwhile, you are trying to get your rock-hard dick back in your panties and zip up your pants.

As she drives towards the base, Britney keeps glancing over at you with that smirk plastered on her face. She knows what she did to you, and it seems like she is enjoying every moment of it. You can’t help but feel a bit embarrassed by this whole situation, but there’s also something incredibly arousing about being so completely dominated like that.

Maybe she is more like her mother than you thought.