Understood

“No, ma’am” you reply.

Colonel Hancock nods in satisfaction and picks up her coffee mug. “Well then, Airman, I have a favor to ask of you,” she says sweetly. She sips her coffee before setting the mug down on her desk again. Her gaze drifts back down to your crotch area once more before returning to meet yours.

“I’m sure you’ve heard I’m very particular about appearance and attire, Airman.” She stands up from her desk again, this time moving behind you without warning. You tense slightly as she leans in closer, her breasts brushing against your back.

“And I ask you to hold me to the same standard.” Her warm breath tickles the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, ma’am?” You ask nervously, not daring to turn around and see what she wants from you. Your cock is throbbing painfully in your pants at her proximity, her scent filling your nostrils.

She moves next to you and adds, “I’ve been having a lot of issues with my pantyhose running or bunching up,” she continues, her hands moving to the hem of her skirt. “I just can’t find any in Germany that fit me correctly. So, I was wondering... if you could help me out with that? It would be greatly appreciated.”

“Ma’am,” you reply not really sure where this is going, but also not wanting to ruin your career on day 1.

She lifts her skirt slightly showing you a small bunched bit of pantyhose fabric. “If you ever see this bunch falling down, be sure to let me know, right away. If there is anyone else in the room, just come over to me a whisper, ‘we’ve got a crowding problem’”

“Yes, ma’am,” you manage to **** out.

“Good! Now grab your notepad and follow me. I have a meeting with General Orton.”

The rest of the day is filled with meeting after meeting. As you are finishing typing up all your notes, Colonel Hancock comes out of her office with her uniform trench coat that somehow seems to be tailor perfectly for her as well.

“See you in the morning, Airman,” she says softly before putting on her hat and walking out the door.

You quickly pack up your things and head back to your dorm room. As soon as you close the door behind you, you lock it and quickly strip down to your boxers, throwing your uniform onto the bed. You don’t even bother getting into bed, instead choosing to lean against the coolness of the wall beside your locker.

You start masturbating furiously, imagining Colonel Hancock in various states of undress or, sometimes, completely naked. The thought of her soft curves pressing against you is enough to drive you over the edge multiple times before exhaustion finally catches up to you and finally collapse on your bunk.