Sure, it's the wave of the future and all that, but it sure cuts into the social circle. Fact was, I didn't have ten friends in the whole city, and th...is woman wasn't one of them. But I couldn't shake the idea that I knew her from somewhere.I also couldn't shake the idea that she had said something to me.When I had stammered out my squeaky apology, she had said something in return. I saw her lips move. (Did I mention she had great lips?) The problem was, I had no idea what it was she said.For. I was one of thirty people getting on a C-130. None of us knew where we were going, only that we would know when we got there. When we landed hours later, we were at a base on North Dakota. The other people went to temporary base housing, while I went to a building next to the MAC terminal.Inside the building, I sat waiting for someone to return from lunch. After checking my orders and my ID, I got to wait some more. A colonel came looking for me holding a sealed brown satchel.“Airman Smith, I. With obvious disappointment at not being able to look at my dick any longer, John began unfastening his shorts as he continued to look at the bulge in my underwear, where my naked cock had just been unmasked for the first time to another. It was obvious to me that he wanted to see more, but not until he showed me his.Leaning back against the wall so he could more easily opened his shorts, his intense gaze never wavered from the bulge under my briefs as he worked his to button. Fascinated. ‘Tell me what you’ve been thinking,’ I said.‘You really wanna know?’‘You better believe it!’‘I want to sniff your arse, push my cock up it through your tight costume and spray it full of come. I’ve thought of nothing else for weeks!’‘Yeah,’ I nodded, stroking my crotch. 'Carry on.'‘I worship your arse, I used to look up that red silky skirt your wore and see the shine and curves of your tight ass in that catsuit and wish I could fuck it hard then I’d go home and play with myself in my pantyhose.