0 comments/ 11841 views/ 4 favorites Security Check By: JoseffS It's been a long evening. Twelve hour shifts are filled with boredom and routine. One more night on the compound is passing... slowly. I can't help but notice you sitting at the computer that sits directly across my office. I know you don't mean to, but it taunts me to see you there day after day putzing away. I've never been attracted to a subordinate before and it has caused more than one mental conflict for me. Not to mention moral. Unlike the usual annoying pitch most female dispel, your playful banter with the guys, who are desperately trying to impress you, constantly distracts me from my work. It's a constant battle to stay in the office. I have always kept a strict line between myself and subordinates, but somehow I can't keep that line with you; I'm drawn to you. When I'm honest with myself, I know the only thing keeping from unabashedly spending the evenings in conversation with you is that the guys would expect the same attention. That would be annoying. The last five months have been enjoyable, even watching from the shadows. My ears have become trained to hear your tone, I've listen to you talk with the others and picked up more information about you than I'd ever let on. Tonight the conversation out there has been less than professional. Without visitors present I've seen little point in saying anything. In fact the guys probably haven't considered that I might have heard their conversation topic of choice; Sex. The guys have been enjoying your willingness to talk about the subject but I've notice you glance back a couple time in my peripheral vision. None of their comments have been directed towards you, but they are pleasantly shocked by your responses to some of their thoughts. It started when one of the guys found a Victory Secrets catalog. Where he found that it could not guess but there were some forward comments made about one of the bras. You, being the foremost expert on bras present, of course were asked your opinion and the guys were shocked when you not only agreed to the model having a nice "rack" but that you would enjoy them. Once that was out, the conversation went into a controlled spiral. I continued to watch you as they continue to ask you questions. It is easy to tell you're enjoying not the conversation but twisting their simple minds into knots. The conversation has left me riveted and I stare at my screen, incapable of doing any real work. I pretend to be doing things. You're glances tell me that if you think I could hear the conversation you believe I would not approve. There have even been a couple times you have purposely steered the conversation away from treacherous waters unbeknownst to the children. I'm looking at the screen and typing every once in a while but my focus is on your voice. Once in a while I purposely break my concentration on it and force myself to do something productive. When I catch MY mind being taken in, I feel like one of the apes, a simple male. I hate simple males. They're mindless and weak with only one two real focuses in life; sex and food. I've made several attempts to not be taken in by your voice but it's proven useless; the sound of it captivates me and your subject matter has only added more color to thoughts I've been having for weeks. I can feel my head spinning with the new information, the new details to past thoughts. As much as I hate the comparison between the apes and myself, I can't help it, and I hate it. It's stupidity to be taken in by any female like this and I can't stand my own stupidity anymore. I have to do something to stop the downward spiral. Standing up abruptly I leave the office. You jerk up in your seat and are silent as soon as you see me move at my desk but the horde that is supposed to be "working" haven't noticed yet. As I enter the room they're all started, all but you. You've been watching me since I stood up. "I'm going to do a security check. I'll be back." I'm not sure why I'm telling you this. The announcement is unneeded and I don't usually keep you apprised of what I'm doing. I do what I need to and have no reason to explain myself to you. I can't explain my impulse to tell you now. When I glance over I notice a few short, confused expressions cross your face then a slight look of worry. I manage the goings on, I don't usually do the checks myself. You're the only one smart enough to notice that this behavior is unusual for me. The simple males are already trying to draw your attention back to them, seeing this as a fine opportunity to continue the conversation without the boss present. As I move to the door I hear the chatter begin again. Leaving the office, I make my way out into the compound. It's a hodge podge of buildings, the only order is chaos. At its center is one main building surrounded by several permanent complex type offices that were meant for anything but to be permanent. The only other actual building is left of the center command building. I make my way left to start with a check of the fence. It's mundane but the night's brisk air helps me regain my facilities and focus. Or so it does at first. After only a few paces I can't help but start thinking about you. Your uniform doesn't do you justice. I've seen you at the gym. Your shirts fit but only in that they emphasis your figure and you make them look wonderful. Finding one that accommodates your bust line but doesn't swallow you had to have been a challenge. Your work out pants fit snugly just below your waist, hugging your muscular thighs and ass which fill them out perfectly. As I continue along the fence I chuckle at the thought of the annoyed look you often had as a result your build drew from the others in the gym; guys were gawking, girls glaring and spiteful because the guys were gawking, and you were the helpless victim. Funny, I normally wouldn't think of a beautiful woman as a helpless victim. Most even slightly attractive women, especially in the military, cashed in on their looks every chance they got, using their looks and "sex appeal" to garner favors from the men. Not you though. It wasn't your fault you were beautiful; call it the curse of the rose and sometimes I think you truly felt cursed. ;) You're beautiful and everyone wants to claim you as their own. My only hope was that you never caught me looking at you. I don't want you to think the same of me. I'm always careful never to look at you, I catch glimpses of you in the mirrors, as you walked by with my peripheral vision, but never directly. Somehow those thoughts have brought me back to the door leading to our building. I can't remember even looking at the fence, though I was sure to keep my eyes facing it. I'm tempted to turn around and redo the check at first but am annoyed at my lack of attention and I leave it to do later. Instead I start with the door checks. It's something I've always found annoying. The doors have every type of lock available, from a simple key lock, to cipher locks, to biometric. The locks really don't matter. There's hardly a point in checking them as every office was manned 24 hours a day. It's just another check on a checklist created by some dumb ass who had never worked in this kind of environment and thought it needed to be done. Making my way through the maze of crooked buildings my thoughts aren't on what I'm doing. Visions of you doing your work out fill my head. I can't help but remember how heavenly it was to watch you work out. Unlike most of the people in the gym, you aren't a drone. Most would pick a machine or a set of them and never deviate. You chose to use free weights and incorporated them into what I imagine was some sort of workout routine you learned some place. Watching you lay flat on your back and work your stomach is torture. Your form is alluring and hard to not stare at, watching you is unavoidable. Thinking about it brings back to mind the hope that you hadn't seen me watching you. The sand colored door on the building next to the command center was only distinguishable by the dull chrome handle standing out against the sand color. The creaking of the box holding the biometric keypad, painted in a matching brown color, fills the night air. A quick swipe of my bag and fingerprint read cause a dull lit red light to turn green before an audible click sounds from the magnetic lock as it gives way. Why I need to walk through a place that few can even access is beyond me. I can't help but shake my head at the mute tasks I send you to do every day. As I step through the door, it creaks shut behind me and I focus on the hallway before me. The solid gray walls form a corridor lined with staggered doors but barren of posters and signs. The air is cool and this place has a dispassionate atmosphere. Built for necessity and little more, each metal doors is painted to match the surrounding walls. The large cipher locks protruding from each door hints at the importance of the offices and conference rooms whose secrets they guard. The hallway is silent, abandon for now and the dark blue carpet silences my footsteps so as not to disturb my progress. Part way up the hallway I am surprised to hear the unexpected sound of someone coming in the opposite door. The hallway is straight and I can see a bit of light filter in through the doorway before it closes. Peering down the hall, I squint slightly but can make out a welcome form beneath the dim light provided by the florescent bulbs. "How does it feel to do actual work sergeant?" Your voice is clear and carries through the silence. I can tell by your sarcastic grin that you already know my thoughts on how pointless this task really is. "You wouldn't know actual work if it bit you in the ass, airman Clark." The response is playful and I question my own motives in saying it as soon as the comment leaves my lips. I can see your grin get bigger after my comment. You are undaunted and happy with the playful banter, coming back with a quick reply, "I might not know it, but if it bites me, I'm sure I'll enjoy it." I can feel the energy in the hallway change. Before it was foreboding, empty and with your presence it's become a pleasant place. We've drawn a bit closer to one and other and you're clearer beneath the dim lights. Your hair's light color brings out your facial features. I already knew you were beautiful but against this backdrop, beautiful pales by comparison to you. It isn't until I've passed two more doors without checking them that I realize I haven't taken my eyes from you. Your fluid movements down the hallway are natural and calm. The realization of my error comes too late, your raised eyebrow tells me you've caught me staring. "What?" It's a simple question and a deflection. I have been caught doing the one thing I didn't want to ever be caught doing, gawking. Despite being caught, I'd never admit to it. I let my features relax into the cold, pondering scowl I wear when I have to be the boss in an attempt to dispel any thought you might have that I was doing anything besides making sure you didn't fuck up one of the checks. I see a tinge of hurt cross your features but it's quickly gone, making me wonder if it was ever really there; a trick of the lighting in this place? The awkward moment is lost as we both turn our focus back to the next door closest to us. Yours is open. A quick glance my way tells me you've found something unusual and the doors movement inward slightly makes the find obvious. You only moved the door enough to identify it as being unsecured. I finish checking the doors leading up to your location, unconcerned with your find. If someone was in here they'd be as good as screwed anyway. It's the first time one of the doors has been left open. The chances of it being caused by anything other than someone's neglect is so slim it's almost impossible. I watch you as I approach. You stay back away from the door but watch for any movement caused by someone on the other side. Looking at you, I can tell by your body and your face that you're not nervous, there is no panic. What I do see is a childlike excitement I would expect from someone opening a present on Christmas morning. The curiosity is killing you. No one ever talks about what's in these rooms and it's hard for me to keep from smiling at your exuberance. Reaching the opposite side of the door frame I start to give orders. "Better check it out. Never know, Bin Laden might be in there." The orders are bullshit but you eagerly accept them, stepping into the doorway. Still facing me, you reach through the slight gap, searching for the light switch. What's in the room becomes insignificant. I watch your body twist slightly as you reach for the switch and the movement pulls your ABU's tight to your body. I swallow quickly hoping the act goes unnoticed. The thought of how much I'd like to have you as more than a subordinate crosses my mind for the millionth time. I hear a quiet click from inside the room and the soft flicker of fluorescent lights flood the room. I watch in amusement as the sudden change of lighting contrasting sharply with the murky hallway causes you to jerk slightly. Your mouth opens slightly like you want to say something and you shoot a quick glance my direction. The look tells me that you were caught off guard and you're a little embarrassed that I was there to catch your surprise. I try but I can't stop myself from giving a short chuckle which only draws another look of irritation from you. If I were anyone else you would have already told me to shut up or shove it somewhere foul but you bite your lip. You're restraint keeps me from commenting on the incident further. Instead I redirect your thoughts back to the room. "Well, is he in there?" Your attention affectively redirected, I watch you disappear through the doorway. As I follow, I wince slightly myself as my vision adjusts to the harsh lighting within. The room is brightly lit. Nothing more than a conference room; a large square with several tables placed in a large U shape. In the center there is a podium with two large, flat screens making up the back drop for presentations unknown. To the left and right of each screen are marker boards filled with random streaks where information that had been useful once was almost completely erased and written over again. Nothing left but a collection of random shapes and lines. I watch you as you prowl around the room. I can tell you're interested and you're taking in every detail of this new find. I'm enjoying your attention being elsewhere. Letting my eyes wonder your form I wonder at how you can make the ACU's you wear look inviting? Your hair is drawn back as regulation requires but a few hairs have come loose, softening your look. I can't stop my mind from envisioning you with your hair down, lying beneath you. The reverie is cut short once more as I realize that you're assessment of the room is complete and you're watching me again. I'm busted. "That's twice" you say softly. Your expression is bashful and your tone is questioning You're not scolding me. I start to open my mouth to defend my actions only to realize there is nothing to say; you're right. "Ah, you're hot, like you didn't know that." It's a far cry from an apology but something had to be said to play off the event after it happened not once but twice already tonight. "But you've never looked before." I can hear the hesitation in your voice, you're asking if I approve. As you look at me I can see you searching for an answer, confirmation, some reason for my actions. I'm suddenly left in an impromptu battle I never expected. My instinct is to tell you what I really think; you're gorgeous and I enjoy looking at you very much. Let you know that your voice catches my attention even at a distance. I want to admit that I've been listening, drinking in every word, every fact you've let slip in the office. But I'm your boss and you're an asset, nothing more. At least you're supposed to be. I can't deny what I want but I can't completely succumb to it either so I compromise, "You look nice." It's a statement that falls horrifically short of what I really think but your shy smile tells me you can read between the lines. You can tell I'm uneasy and I don't want to dwell on the topic. It's strange that I'm happy that you can see what I'd desperately want to hide from others. I'm not used to feeling like this and so I want out of this awkward battle, "So, did you see Bid Laden?" "No" you reply then give a soft chuckle, "Must have left before we got here." I watch as you scan the room one more time, one last check to make sure. "Probably best, you wouldn't know what to do if he was here. Probably just get yourself hurt." I mentally kick myself as soon as the words leave my mouth. I know better than to say something like that. It takes split second for the harsh glance to be cast my direction. I know you hate the assumption that most people make that you're incapable of anything. I've watched you deal with countless people passing you over in the office for "the man in charge" and each time I can see the passionate distain you hide so carefully. You don't care who it is who asks or suggests you unable. It's only after I feel the cool daggers of your glance that I wonder if what I said would be taken as jest or if I just hit a nerve that will sting. "Excuse me?" You ask moving slowly closer. It's a sudden change, the bashful girl that was here a moment before has turned into a soldier again. It's a welcome change. I know how to react to this. I can't take the words back. There is only one direction, forward. "You heard me. Did I stutter princess?" As you get closer I can see your eyes dancing and know that your anger is playful. I thank whatever gods are on my side that I've lucked out. Maybe it was the 'princess' comment that made it obvious. This is a new side of you, one you've never shown in the office. With the guys, you joke but there is always a cool level of disconnection and a slight disdain for their antics. You know they don't mean any harm in it, and most women welcome their behavior, but you're not most women. I've always hated frail females, they are weak, whiny and you can't be rough with them because they might chip a nail. You can't be rough with them or wrestle because 'It's not fair, you're a boy." It didn't take me long to realize the girl glaring at me now more asks for such actions rather than loathing them. I can't help it, right or wrong, there is lust and undeniable desire. "What?" I ask, giving you a somber look. It's a joke that I'm trying to pass the obvious insult off as a fact you shouldn't question. I can see a slight hesitation in your eyes as you consider this new side of me. The look passes quickly. You purse your lips together and you return to glaring at me. You're disagreement with my 'fact' is obvious but no words come from you. They are unneeded as your reaction speaks more than words could. As you watch me I try to refrain from busting out with a massive shit eating grin. You can't help but fight the urge yourself. The idea is ludicrous and we both know it. You know I trust you more than the guys. You're not trying to catch the nearest thing with breasts. I've seen you put all of the guys, at one time or another, on their knees with the use of compliance techniques and force. I have no reason to challenge your ability. You're not a shy girl. I can tell by your look that you're pondering so you're next announcement isn't a complete surprise, "Are you flirting with me?" Your smile is bright and sincere. I know that yes is more than an acceptable answer but I'm not willing to lose the game of chick again. You're expecting an answer but I refuse to admit anything. "Ah, earlier I should have said 'OTHERS think you're hot." You watch me as I struggle to keep my gaze impassive and fight to not stare, "I just didn't want you to hurt yourself trying to catch a man." I can't even finish the statement without laughing. By now we have passed the point of no return. It takes a moment to get my laughter under control before I take a deep breath. "Kidding, you're hot as hell." Security Check The admittance no matter how small creates an awkward moment. I'm not sure what to follow that up with but, even though you're more than pleased with the statement, you're uncertain of our next move too. I can't help but feel a tinge of regret for what I've said. I've never flirted with a subordinate before, this is uncharted ground and part of me wonders if what you're hearing is coming from me or from your boss. "If that's not ok, you need to tell me. I'm not trying to pressure you..." I don't get to finish, "No, I'm glad you think so," she says with enthusiasm then gets shy again, her expression almost sad as she turns away, "I didn't think you noticed." "Well, I've never seen where someone 'noticing" you ended well for them." I can't help the chuckle as I share the thought with you. In my mind I can see the countless guys that couldn't help but stare at you, practically drooling, or the few who had enough courage to flirt shamelessly. You would play along, I'd seen you tease but, in the end, it was always the same; you left them alone and wanting more. It had given me countless laughs over the last five months. I never could figure out if you did it because you wanted to make them suffer or if you are truly oblivious to what your "honesty" did to their small minds. You start to grin at my comment but hide it by looking at the floor, "Most guys are dumb." Your look hints at the answer to my innocents vs. teasing question. Surprisingly the answer lies somewhere between the two. I'm not sure what to say or where to go now. This is not something I have experience with and there is no clear answer. You obviously aren't adverse to my attention but both of us are hesitant to make the first move for understandable reasons. There is no clear answer and the momentary pause after your comment doesn't help what so ever. I nod in agreement, after all you're right. "True, that's why I don't date them." I comment then chuckle, "That and the whole penis thing. I'm not into going on a date with anything that has one." The chuckle turns into a laugh, the comment meant to be a joke to lead the conversation another direction and relieve me of any awkward questions. What I get is very different. I wait for you to laugh at the comment but instead you lean back against the table behind you. I'm standing facing you so I can only see you in profile; your attention is riveted to a spot on the floor only you can see. You're lost in thought. I watch as you bite your lip and think again that it's sexy. I can faintly hear a soft sound that starts out as a sigh and somehow turns into a low moan. Your next words are almost a whisper, "I bet you could make it worth it." It's a brazen comment. I'm a bit shocked at it but I can feel my heart start pounding. The things that comment suggests and knowing it was your honest thoughts with no censorship causes instant issues. I find myself at a loss for breath. Your eyes are immediately as big as saucers as your head shoots up and turns to face me. You know the look I'm giving you; the raised eyebrow and questioning gaze. You immediately try to take back the words, but it all comes out in a stammer, "What I meant was..." but the look on my face tells you there is no taking back what you've said. "Oh gods" you say. I can see that you're distressed that you've admitted such an intimate thought and you retreat across the room keeping your back to me. I watch you. I know we're nearing a new line of no return. We need to get to a public format or something violent is going to happen. "We should probably get back." The phrase starts out weak and takes a force of will to complete. You have your arms wrapped around your body in a protective gesture. I can tell you're embarrassed by what you've admitted to with your words. You glance over your shoulder and nod your assertion. I can see the anguish in your expression and a look of pain crosses your features for a moment before you push it away. "Yeah, you're probably right. Just give me a minute. You don't have stay in here with me any longer. You can wait in the hall if you want. Then you won't have to put up with stupid comments." The laugh is forced. I never meant to give the impression that I don't want to be right here, right now with you. I'm just not sure what else to do. I don't interact with women that often, most of them are annoying and finding myself so drawn to you has left me in a realm of the unknown. I know I need to tell you that my comments weren't a dismissal. "No, I've enjoyed my time with you and I wouldn't mind spending some more time with you, it's just... we need to get somewhere public. I'd rather stay in here with you though until we go if that's ok." I watch as you give a sigh that releases some of that tension. "Thank you." You take another deep breath and I can hear a soft chuckle, "Not too warm in here for you?" you ask with little enthusiasm, turning slightly and looking over your shoulder. Wanting to lighten the mood a bit, and not being willing to let a smart ass comment like that go without an appropriate retort, "No, just don't want to break you, that's all." Her eyes close, she purses her lips together and she swallows hard before taking a deep breath but you can see the look of desire cross her features. It takes her a second to recover and come back to her senses. "Cause you're capable of that." I laugh but I can see that your thoughts are still on my comment. Your mind is lost in a day dream; your thoughts bringing a smile of satisfaction and desire to your features. It's sexy as hell. Her quiet response it meant only for herself. "Hmmm, that would be nice" she says, letting her words trail off. "What would be?" You hadn't intended for me to hear that but I want clarification. You turn back to me a bit more. I can see the blush, a soft smile and a look of longing in your eyes but you don't look embarrassed that I heard you. "The idea of someone being able to break me; it's pleasant." The look of longing, need in your eyes when you finally bring your gaze to mine is too much. I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm tired of watching from afar. I'm tired of playing games but most of all I'm tired of wanting you and pretending like I don't. Turning back I take hold of the door to my right and give it a firm push, sending the steel door swinging closed. I don't wait for it to come to a stop; I turn my focus back to you. I can tell you're uncertain what's going on, but I can also tell you're not alarmed, just uncertain. I hear the dull click of the door as it swings home. Keeping my eyes locked with yours I reach over, sliding my left hand along the wall to the black box just left of the door. My gaze is intense and my actions deliberate. You can make out the faint sound of the keys being depressed in the box. After a moment I withdraw my hand and the green light above the door changes to red. "It would be nice huh?" My tone is casual and if you didn't know the topic or the fact that I'd just secured the only door into the room you wouldn't think anything of the comment; but you do. I can't help but smile as I watch the emotions play across your features. The realization hits you and I can see excitement and desire. A moment later the question comes into your mind, will he? Moving towards you, you take a step backwards forgetting you've turned slightly and find yourself pressed against the table as I reach you. The look in your eyes tells me you're excited and eager. The fact that you subconsciously widen your stance slightly at my approach tells me that this is something you are completely at peace with. It's an offer on a primal level and I don't hesitate to exploit it. My body doesn't stop moving until it rests between your thighs, you pressed firmly against the table. I haven't let your gaze stray and even now, our bodies pressed together, I hold your eyes wanting to read what's in them. There is silence, no words from either of us but the feeling isn't awkward. The atmosphere is tense, loaded but not uncomfortable. You slide back onto the table, your legs falling open wider; your heals making contact with my calves as you pull your body to the edge of the table, your center meeting mine. I can feel the pressure of your body as you pull yourself tight. You can feel my hardness as the gap turns into the minute distance that is our cloths. I can't help but watch as you continue by nibbling on your lip and leaning back; propping yourself up with your arms. I can see a pleading look in your eyes. Enjoying the moment, I bend forward slightly and let my hands move to yours. I watch deliberately as I let my fingers drag heavily starting at your wrists up to your shoulders. Reaching your shoulders I shift my gaze back to your eyes. I can see you're enjoying the exchange and not at all wanting anything short of what I want. Keeping your focus I let my hands move in unison to your neck. You grin as you feel my fingers wrap around you. A firm grip established I pull you towards me, keeping a firm hold on your neck as I straighten up; there is no pause to the first kiss. The feel of your lips is so much better than I had ever imagined it could be. The taste of your skin is indescribable. I can feel your breath as I begin to devour you. The kiss is passionate; the kiss is consuming; the kiss is filled with need and desire and not over quickly. As that first kiss becomes more demanding, so do I. One hand shifts from your neck to the back of your head; still keeping control. The other moves, firmly pressed against you, down the center of your chest. The intent is not to grope you; but to undo the four buttons that hold your blouse to you. As you feel the deliberate motion your head rocks forward causing our foreheads to meet and our lips to part. You need your breath and I let you have it. The intense and deep breathing lets me know you are enjoying the encounter. As the top button comes free you finally have your breath and a short glance of approval is followed by a second kiss. The second button brings the first contact against your breasts; as it gives way I don't resist the urge to let my hand wonder and cup your left breast before applying firm pressure against it. The soft material of your sports bra doesn't deny me the feeling of your nipple; now hard and it slides between two fingers. Pressing my fingers tight together the additional sensation causes a quiet moan; your approval. The remaining two buttons eventually come free, shortly after the blouse top falls quietly to the table. No sooner is that task over and my right hand freed than I feel the returned feeling of your hands as the buttons constraining my top. I let you operate freely, moving my arms as required to lose the article. Our apparel again matched I move to the most troublesome article; your pants. A pause between kisses and deep breaths sends both hands to your gig line to relieve your utility belt of its duty. The exposure of your ABU pants button is followed by a welcomed movement from me. I lean in and apply another kiss, this one cut short as you feel my hands firmly press against your lips and slide steadily over your center. The gasp tells me you're ready; shortly after the needed buttons are addressed. The first attempts to undo the buttons fail, the second attempt is brief. The third attempt involves an alternate means of removal; both my hands rapidly grip the top of your pants and then move in opposite directions rapidly and the hard movement sends buttons flying in all directions. I had expected a laugh at my inability to compete a task involving simple motor skills, but instead I can see the lust that drove the move has brought you to a deeper level of need. The response I get is a short push against my chest and "Get yours; I'll take care of this." As I quickly remove the articles that are restraining me I can't help but watch as you undress. The removal of your buttons has actually created more problems than answers; I smile as I watch you hold your pants up with one hand and untie your boots. You quickly kick them off. After that your pants quietly fall to the floor. Your panties are black; with lace and fit snugly to your form. The view sends my mind to places I can't even express. The only way to describe the feeling would be to say it got worse as your fingers dipped below the waistline and you tug down exposing your lower body. Thinking of myself I don't feel anywhere near as sexy as you look as I get undressed. The movements are quick and automatic; it's not until I see your panties fall to the floor and your gaze turn to me that I even notice I am in my boxer briefs alone. The pleased smile on your face lets me know you approve of what you're looking at and I can only hope that my blank expression and wide eyes tell you I'm more than happy with how beautiful you are. There is a pause at that moment and I again move towards you; one last swift shift sends your shirt flying in a random direction. The only two articles still in place are my boxer briefs and your sports bra. Walking towards you we exchange glances looking the other over. The glances are accompanied by the removal of each last article. The end of the short move leaves us uninhibited and once again you lean against the table and lean back on your hands. This time the pose is accompanied by a raised eyebrow. Your eyes are filled with desire and your breath is still sporadic. I can see the challenge; your eyes ask the question clearly "now what?" The repeated pose requires a repeated start. Again I stop with my body between your thighs. Again my fingers dance their way from your wrist to your shoulders. Again I let my eyes go to yours as my hands move to your neck. Again you feel as my hands firmly wrap around your neck and pull you forward to me. The difference is the feeling of my skin on yours as you begin to move forward. This time not waiting, I feel as your heels dig into my calves as you pull your center to mine; contact with your hot center is simultaneous with the feeling of your soft breasts as they are pressed tight to my chest. The kiss is the only thing that starts the same- passionate; the kiss is consuming; the kiss is filled with need and desire and not over quickly. The intensity of the moment is magnified as I feel my hardness against your wet lips. The addition of our hips moving slightly causes both of us to release periodic and sporadic moans. The kiss ends this time with me pulling away abruptly; holding you where you are. I've wanted to taste you for so long; I won't be denied any longer. My next move sends you back on the table. Your hips are push back so you come to rest on your back, lying on the table. At first I see lust and confusion; the tables are hardly built for anything more than papers and aren't overly stable. To fuck on them would be disaster. You're confusion is quickly resolved as you watch me shift smoothly to my knees; I want to taste your cum. Using my hands I place your knees on my shoulders and place my mouth to your lips. The contact of my lips to yours sends the first loud moan from your mouth. Even from my knees I can see as you arch your back slightly and quickly move your arms out to your sides grasping the edges of the table tightly. The taste of your wetness is wonderful. I quickly take your clit into my mouth and suck gently; massaging it with my tongue. The soft and steady motion causes your muscles to tense; you shift and moan almost uncontrollably. Moments later I release my hold of your clit and attend to your pussy. My tongue begins to slide down your center; its entire length over you clit before moving downward to your center. The soft entrance into your body is tight and as I let myself slide inside your hips rock to meet the pressure. My fingers are wrapped around to your stomach and dance on your skin. As I continue to massage your center my fingers tease your skin moving from your stomach, to your hips, to your outer thighs. The added sensation is welcomed gladly. Your breathing continues to get more sporadic, and your moans become uninhibited. The room is sound proof; and it is for that reason only that we are unnoticed. Your hips continue to match the movements of my mouth. The soft kisses, nibbles, massages, and invasions of your body bring you close to release quickly. The intensity of your movements causes me to shift my hands. I no longer am using my hands to tease, but instead grip your hips to keep them in place while I continue. The sudden intake of breath and holding of it, the tense state of your body, and the feel of your legs pressing me into you harshly tell me you are going to cum. I do not stop, if anything I move my tongue quicker, I add more pressure. The release is unmistakable and wonderful. Suddenly your breath is let out in a hurried fashion and followed by sudden short breaths. Your moans turn into cries of pleasure and your body beings to react as you quiver. I continue through the orgasm and move from pleasing to teasing as you being to pull your hips away, needing a reprieve. I move away from your center as your still shifting on the table; enjoying the waves of pleasure as they continue to shoot through your body. The expression on your face is filled with gratitude, desire for more, and need. A quick glance around the room is accompanied by my thought for what is to come next. All the chairs have arms and make them an impossibility. The tables are not sturdy enough to support two; they are out. Lack of patients makes the answer obvious. Standing to my feet once again I see can see your eyes begging. "Fuck me" escapes your lips more a prayer and a plea than a demand. I am more than happy to oblige. Grabbing your legs I wrap my hands under your knees and pull your center to the edge of the table. Dipping my hips slightly I move my swollen cock to your wet pussy and press into you. A sudden gasp from you accompanies my entrance into you. Pulling your hips closer my cock continues inside of you. One steady movement leaves me buried inside of you. There is no time to relish the moment. I immediately begin to fuck you. Holding your knees I control your body's movements and begin to assault you. Each thrust pushes me deep inside of you. Each withdraw brings me out of you partially. My movements reflect the frustration and repressed aggression I've held back the past months. Quick and harsh thrusts with powerful impacts continue the pleasure of your previous release. In a manner of minutes your body is again building for another release. The intensity continues to build. Desperately I try to keep what control I can. The heavenly pleasure your body causes makes the fight a losing battle. And a pleasant loss it is. "Joseff... floor," you gasp as I continue to drive harshly into your body. You sit up, wrapping your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist. Taking a firm hold of your ass, I lift you with little effort then kneel, laying you flat. You lift your hips, keeping me firmly inside of you as we move, not willing to lose the feel of me filing you for a moment. Leaning over you, I take your lips with mine and thrust forward harshly. You lift your legs higher allowing me to drive deeper. I continue to restrain and keep control until I again feel your body tensing. Your hands desperately grip my biceps; again your hips freeze; again your moans become uncontrollable. The shift from moan marks the beginning of your second release. The sway of your hips compliments my movement. Knowing you have released I give control over to surrender. One last violent thrust sends my body deep inside of you... this time I will not pull away. Still quivering you feel as I being to swell inside of you. Quickly you pull me closer and we hold each other; your legs wrap around my waist and pull me deeper inside you. The feel of your nails digging into my back drives me over the edge and my release begins. As my body refuses to allow me movement you begin to move your hips; massaging my cock as I begin to pulse inside of you. In our embrace we begin to kiss again; the passion is all consuming. Each pulse fills you. Each movement of your hips causes my body to quiver and I can't help but moan and pull you closer. Security Check Long after the pulsing has quit we stay wrap in an embrace. Eventually your legs release me. Eventually the kisses come down and need is exchanged with desire once again. Neither of us wants to pull away. Our breathing becomes steadier. The grip we have on each other relaxes. After time, you again lay back. Still inside you we enjoy the feeling of being joined. "Bravo one, I need you in the office", the radio call from a few feet away is more than just a slight interruption. The look on your face is sadness; I mirror it. Pulling away I can feel your body releases me. The look of disappointment at the loss of me is accompanied by a whimper. Rocking back I take the time to look at you one more time. Your body is as desirable now as it was before the encounter. Your breasts sway slightly as you continue to breathe heavily. Your cute pussy is dripping with our cum. The view only makes me want to blow off the call. You watch as I reach for my clothes. I don't say anything, I don't know what to say. I see you scramble up out of the corner of my eye and collect your clothes from where they were discarded on the floor. You're sitting on your heals but you turn your body away from me, holding your shirt to you. I've already drawn on my ACU pants and come over, kneeling with you between my legs, I place one hand on the small of your back. "Are you alright?" You glance up at me, I can see fear in your eyes but your force a smile before looking away. "Yeah, I'm just being a girl," you play off the reaction. " I hate being a girl. I'm letting stupid sentimental crap get the better of me. I know how you hate stupid women" "Sarah," my use of your first name surprises you and I kiss your shoulder before continuing. "You are a girl and a beautiful one, but you are not a stupid woman." Your look this time is searching and I brush your hair from your shoulder. "I've spent enough time with you to know you are not a stupid woman, but there's still a lot I don't know. I'm hoping you'll give me the time to learn though." I don't need an answer; the smile you give me before you kiss me again is more than enough of an answer. I've never seen you smile like that before. There's something other than desire in that kiss. I lift my hand, letting my fingertips brush softly over your cheek before weaving my fingers into your hair and pulling your lips harshly to mine as that feeling spreads through me. Breaking the kiss I look down into your eyes. Neither of us know what else to say again. Looking at you I realize we don't have to say anything. I know I have to get back. I have a duty, not to them but to you. What's between us is simple but we'll be wrapped in complications for a time and I need to protect you. "But right now, I have to get back and make sure the children don't burn down the house." You can't help but laugh this time and I can't help one last tease before I get up, "This was by far the best security check ever. I'm looking forward to the next one; say in 30 min?" The end.