I first met Army Captain Milowsky when she was an ROTC cadet at Fort Knox. A lot of time has passed since I had forged a special bond with the young cadet and now, she was an Army officer and assigned to my Support Battalion at another Army post.
I had to be very careful, because Army regulations are very clear about relationships and sexual harassment. The Army Brass does not like for Officers to engage in any conduct that might call their decision-making responsibilities into question.
Captain Milowsky asked me to meet with her at her Bachelor Officer’s Quarters (BOQ), which was nothing more than a fancy on-post hotel, designed as a temporary living accommodation for officers in transition.
The BOQ had a bar and it was a gathering spot for Officers after work hours.
I stepped into the dimly lit bar and waited for Captain Milowsky to come down from her room. I took up a seat at the bar and passed the time by watching the news on a TV mounted above the bar.
Captain Milowsky slipped on to a bar stool beside me. She was wearing a very short, one piece black dress, with a plunging neck line that revealed plenty of cleavage. Her dress rode up high on her chiseled thighs. I was surprised to see her so provocatively dressed.
“What are we drinking?” she asked.
Holy Mother of God, she looked good and she smelled good as well.
“Oh wow!” I remarked. “I feel under dressed.”
She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed. “You’re fine,” she replied. “Fortunately, I like men in uniform.”
I had to laugh. I ordered two mixed cocktails.
“Do you want to sit on the veranda?” I asked.
“No,” she replied, “This is fine.”
We spent the next half hour talking about the Battalion Support Unit. and all the things I had done since we had last connected. I told her there were challenges, now that the Army was cutting back from operations in the Middle East.
“Everything seems to be challenge,” she replied. “Hell, just getting laid is a challenge.”
I leaned over and whispered, “If you need to get laid, we can take care of that . . . anytime.”
She inched her black skirt up higher on her leg and casually uncrossed them.She leaned over and whispered, “Do you want to come up to my quarters?”
“Sure,” I replied. She slipped off the bar stool and I followed her to the elevators.
With her six inch heels, she looked more like a hooker than an Army Captain. She unlocked the door to her small room and we stepped inside. There was a small couch off to one side, and a desk on one wall. A half wall, with an opening, separated the living room from the bedroom.
“Can you give me a moment?” she asked, excusing herself to go into the restroom.
I settled on to the couch and looked out the window. A few seconds later, she stood in front of me and cleared her throat to get my attention. She reached behind her back and I could hear the zipper of her dress being lowered.
“What do you think?” she asked.
She had a perfect body. Her well rounded and perky breasts were accentuated by small light pink areolas on top of which stood the perkiest of nipples. She had an hour glass shape. I sat in silence, not knowing what to say. She smiled and asked, “Well . . what do you think?”
“I’m thinking I am over dressed,” I replied.
She stepped over to the couch and extended her hand in my direction. I stood up and she planted a light kiss on my cheek. As she did, she slowly unbuttoned my BDU blouse and slipped it off me, letting it fall to the floor. I slipped out of my Army green t-shirt.
“Oh yeah,” she remarked, running her manicured finger nails over my chest. “I remember this chest.”
I sat back on the couch and began to unlace my Army boots. She squatted in front of me to help. She tugged at my BDU trousers, and they joined the pile of clothes on the floor. My cock strained against the fabric of my boxer shorts, forming a small tent.
She looped a finger into the side of my boxers and pulled them down my thighs and past my knees, setting my eight and half inch cock free from the confines of my boxer shorts. She knelt in front of me and took my cock in her hands. Her oral skills were unbelievable.
After a few minutes of some great oral stimulation, she lead me to her bed.
I couldn’t hold back and neither could she. I pressed my body against hers and she trembled. Our lusts for each other were only surpassed by the passion of our kisses, as we explored the inner confines of each other’s souls. I shared my manhood and she provided the receptive outlet, trembling and holding on to me, as I shot my cum deep inside of her.
She lay beside me, her hand on my chest, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder, smiling. I closed my eyes and drifted off.
The next day, I wandered into the office about 1000 hrs and my Adjutant asked if I was OK. I assured her I was. I settled behind my desk and looked at the training overlay that had been presented to me. Written in big bold block letters, across the top was the word ASS. The Army had an acronym for everything – with ASS, being short for Army Support Services.
I stepped out and asked my Adjutant who made the training overlay.
“Captain Milowsky, sir,” came the response. “She was in at 0700 and had it done by 0800.”
I was impressed, and in fact, super impressed.
“Oh and sir,” the Adjutant added, “Captain Milowsky said if there were any issues, that you’re more than willing to drop by her Quarters and discuss the finer points with her at her. She said she had a late night and asked to be excused.”
I smiled and looked at the training overlay.
“It’s pretty good,” I replied. “Call the Captain and tell her I said it was well done.”
I folded up the overlay and disappeared back into my office. I waited a few seconds and yelled out to my Adjutant, “Forget that call, I will just drop by and tell her myself.”
