As time went on, our relationship heated up. We did almost everything but fuck. On occasion we got very close. One time she was straddling me on a kit...hen chair. Her skirt was pulled to her waist and she didn't have panties on. I was in my underwear, my cock sticking through the opening. As we kissed, she lifted up and let my cock slip behind her until it was rubbing between her ass cheeks. I was close to climaxing already. When she realized that, she lifted up again and let my cock head. He tugged at the cable on the floor and was pleased to find there was enough slack in the floor ducting to still reach if he cut off the broken section. All he had to do was to put a new connector on the end. That would take something over half an hour, being a very fiddly job, but it would be a lot quicker than a return trip to the workshop. He’d have to bend his tall frame low, too, so it wasn’t going to be the most comfortable of positions. Still, he could remember a lot worse.He looked up. My cock was throbbing with excitement, I so wanted to play with my hard smooth cock, but didn't. Now I put on my special outfit for the night. Sliding my stockings over my smooth legs, oh god how sexy this felt! I put on the garter and fastened them to my stockings. I found it sure was a lot harder to put these sensual items on, than watching her do it. Probably not as sexy either. Boy, as I slid my panties over my legs the silkiness was driving me crazy. I wanted to play with my hard, hot. You was saying, 'See, see, ' an' makin' faces."As the dream faded Seth remembered seeing Robert march away for the last time. He looked out the barracks' window at the cloudless sky that promised another day of exhausting heat. Seth pulled on his pants and shoes, and he and Jefferson used the fort's sinks and then had breakfast with some of the artillerymen.Jefferson took some heavy-handed joshing from the black soldiers in the company. They called him "Gran'pa" and asked was he the real Uncle.