Whether he realized it or not I was his.I slowly ran my hand along his denim covered bulge and around to his grabbable ass, He gasped with pleasure. I...fought with his belt. Sensing my frustration he offered a hand, releasing it quickly and with ease."I hate that belt" I said with a cocky tone"That is why I wear it, to watch you fight with it." Pete said with a chuckle.I undid his button and zipper to his jeans. His tiger stripped duds only turned me on more.I slid his pants down and teased his. We spend hours talking and laughing together and casually feeling each others body when the opportunity happens. Little touches here on the left and another to the right. We had you between us right where you wanted to be. We all feel this electrifying energy around us. You sensed and felt his passionate, intellectual strong energy like no other before and it made you so deeply drawn into him. Each time his passionate way about him flowed through you, you would turn to me and see my delight. No, I am not ashamed to admit it.)The next day, we did it again. And again. And again. It worked to desensitize me to the sight of Dickheads. Kind of. We started getting through the exercise in a timely and military manner.After several weeks of training, as the company started getting the operation down pretty well, the CO and XO started throwing in surprises, like Second Squad (including the XO) all die at a particularly inconvenient part of the exercise. The remaining squad leaders had to. "I don't know whether he's teasing or not. Still, the tone of his voice is making my skin tingle. "Well then, sir, I'd best persuade you otherwise." As I say this, I lean over his desk and give him an eyeful of my breasts, encased in a lacy pink bra that matches my underwear. "Apparently you don't understand." He gets up and walks over to where I'm standing. "Bend over."This, I wasn't expecting. "What?" I asked, astonished."Obviously you don't understand how serious this is. You masturbated in.