In the next apartment to ours lived a single Army Captain assigned to Ft Lewis directly next to the Air Base. Frank Stammers was a staff officer to a ...ajor General so usually only worked 9 till 5 Monday to Friday so got ratherbfriendly with Joe and I as he adored my British accent. At first he said he was my big brother and promised to look after me for joe while Joe worked at night.Frank was a true gentleman to begin with, but often brought a six pack of Coors beer in which I got a taste for. Since is was just above my butt crack, at the base of my spine, I'd never actually seen it but I was guessing that Leigh was getting a pretty good look at it while she landed the rest of her strikes square on my ass.Peter had officially ruled play with Leigh off-limits while he was gone. Period, no exception. Leigh was my very ex-girlfriend and just about the only person still in school who knew my pain fetish - how deep it really went. She dumped me two years ago in a public humiliation that. So I moved my head around and saw this handsome man standing a few meters from me. I could see from the lust in his eyes that he was undressing me in his head. I should mention that whenever I am in a bad mood, I wear a really short skirt, barely covering my tight ass. It makes my mood that much better knowing that men will enjoy the view and lust after me. This particular day I had picked the shortest one and matched it with high heel boots over the knee, a white shirt and a light coat. I had. We hadn’t gotten so far ever and I was excited, nervous, and thrilled all at the same time. A fleeting thought of the fear of softness flew through my mind, as to date, I often had become so wrapped my cock would grow soft once we started. “But she seems to want it," my internal dialogue began. "Yes, but you don’t want to lose her love and respect afterwards. But she seems into it and is very hot…” My little head won out and I said, ”Maybe you’re right. I am a bit uncomfortable." So I got.