"Yes, Sir. Sir, permission to stand at ease?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah."
"It is customary for the superior officer to return the subordinate's salute, Sir."
Jim gave a sloppy salute, and Captain Deavers lowered her arm, looking more than a little uneasy. Jim repeated his command.
"Sir. H-here, Sir? On the porch?"
"Yes, why not?"
"Sir." Captain Deavers unbuttoned her uniform shirt, then unfastened her short skirt, letting it fall around her ankles. The shirt followed, and the Captain unfastened her plain white bra, adding that to the pile at her feet. Jim noticed the cup size - DD - and the word "J. Deavers" written in magic marker on the band. On their way back up to the DDs in question, his eyes passed over a pair of plain white panties on their way down.
"You can leave the hat on."
Deavers' hand stopped halfway to her head and hestitantly returned to hovering around her crotch.
"Stand at attention."
Deavers thrust her DD breasts out at Jim, her shoulders back at the sidewalk, and tipped her chin up.
"Turn around, slowly."
"Sir."
Deavers began a slow 360, while Jim studied her up and down. She was indeed remarkably well maintained for a woman of...
"How old are you?"
"Thirty-three, Sir. Permission to step inside, Sir?" Halfway around, and Jim was appreciating Deavers' excellent ass, while old Mister Hodges across the street appreciated the rest.
"Now you'd never do that for your superior officer, would you, Captain?"
"It's... complicated, Sir. Permission to step inside, Sir?"
"Granted."
Deavers sighed with relief and stooped to retrieve her uniform.
"Leave those." Jim barked, getting into the swing of the whole command-thing.
"Sir." Deavers marched into Jim's shabby living room, still at attention.
Sat Sep 02 15:58:43 2006