19. Trapped in the Warehouse with the Voluptuous MILF Admin Officer (1)
A week had passed since I'd creampied the battery commander on my own whim, gotten an earful from her while she was still fuming with arousal, and picked up some morning-after pills from the pharmacy.
Her anger over me blowing my load deep inside her pussy like I didn't give a damn about our promises hadn't lasted past that day. But from our first fuck right up to today, we hadn't gotten physical even once.
In the past week, she'd had three duty shifts herself, plus dinners with the battalion commander and the outgoing lieutenants, so our schedules never lined up.
And today, she had another duty commander shift lined up. I later heard it was karma for all the favors she'd called in, but for a guy like me who'd gotten a taste of pussy, it was pure torture.
My body, now hooked on the slick, sucking grip of her inner walls gnawing at my cock, couldn't be satisfied with just jerking off anymore.
A week without properly relieving my urges had me in a constant state of heat. The slightest sexy glimpse from any of the women around base had my dick rock-hard at random.
Right now, I was hiding my erection under the desk, stealing glances at Admin Officer Go Suyeon's plump, heaving tits as she typed away next to me, trying to cool my boiling lust just a little.
Fuuuck... I wanna pound the battery commander's pussy so bad right now... I muttered filthy shit in my head, desperate to dive back into her depths even a second sooner.
That's when Captain Lee Seon-ah—the one who'd cum countless times impaled on my dick a week ago—strode into the admin office.
"Jaejun, after lunch, go check the quartermaster warehouse. Oh... but you don't know where it is yet, do you?"
"Yes, ma'am. Haven't been to the quartermaster warehouse."
"Hmm, alright then... Admin Officer. If nothing's pressing this afternoon, mind helping out the forward observer platoon leader?"
"Sir yes sir! HQ battery's admin officer was bugging me to help him out anyway—perfect excuse to bail, haha!"
Her bright laugh filled the office as the battery commander finished her orders. But instead of leaving, she walked right over to my desk.
"And Jaejun, you know I'm on duty today, right?"
"Yes, ma'am. Got it."
"I'll be here till morning tomorrow, but I'll brief you on what needs doing this afternoon before I head out. And... come to my place tomorrow night."
She paused after mentioning her duty shift and tomorrow's plans, then quietly added the invitation to her house.
That meant we'd finally make up for lost time with some sex at her place tomorrow night.
Ever since ditching the clueless act, I'd gotten good at reading between the lines. I nodded right away and scooted my chair back a bit.
That put the tent in my pants right in her line of sight. Smooth...
She glanced around slyly, then slipped her right hand toward my crotch, gently rubbing my swollen cockhead through the fabric.
"Be good and hold out today and tomorrow ❤️"
***
Lunch ended, afternoon duties kicked off, and I headed out with the admin officer to inspect the quartermaster warehouse.
We chatted about how the sky had been overcast a lot lately now that it was July, making our way to where the battery's warehouses clustered.
As we passed the parade ground talking about how the monsoon was probably coming soon, fat raindrops suddenly started falling from the murky sky.
Plip... plip... pitter-patter... pour...
"Forward Observer Leader, run!"
The scattered drops turned into a downpour in seconds. Admin Officer Go Suyeon bolted ahead, yelling back at me.
I kicked off after her accelerating form... Squelch❤️ Squelch❤️ Squelch❤️ Squelch❤️
Rain pelted my face, but I didn't bow my head—instead, I locked eyes on her jiggling, meaty ass shaking wildly with every step.
To a guy like me, pent up for a week without a taste of pussy, a little rain was nothing.
Forgotten about my soaked hair and uniform top, I ran staring at her luscious rear until my feet skidded to a stop in front of a warehouse.
Jingle jangle... creak... screeech... clunk...
She darted to the door, unlocked it quick, and slipped inside with cat-like speed—way faster than her usual laid-back vibe.
I followed her in, and the humid, stuffy air of the sealed space wrapped around me.
Pat pat pat
"They said no rain today—where'd this come from? Tsk..."
She brushed water off her drenched hair and top, realized it was pointless, and tsked while unzipping her jacket.
Ziiiip
The wet uniform top peeled off, leaving her in a black t-shirt that clung to her lewd curves.
Sodden fabric plastered to her body highlighted her bra cups and the sheer volume of those H-cup tits spilling over the edges.
The flesh bulging slightly above the cups was so damn tempting...
As I zoned out admiring her sexy figure, she shook water from her hair and called to me.
"You're soaked too, Forward Observer Leader. Take off your top and hang it up for a bit."
"Ah, yeah... good idea."
Her voice had gone back to its usual gentle tone, snapping me out of it. I fumbled my jacket off while she started explaining the warehouse.
"We rushed in because of the rain, so you might not remember the way, but this is where we store the battery's quartermaster supplies. Higher-ups check it periodically—mainly looking at expiration dates, inventory levels, and..."
Under the guidance of this veteran—probably at least 15 years in—I toured the interior, mentally mapping how to apply the regs I'd only read about.
Of course, I didn't forget to sneak peeks at those massive tits straining against her shirt...
We spent about 20 minutes comparing the list from admin with the shelves, asking her about ambiguities as we covered the container-sized space.
Even if inspectors showed up, nothing would stick—everything was perfect.
Battery commander's morning task: complete.
"Alright... that's everything. Let's head back to admin and dry off!"
"Sure..."
She suggested grabbing our jackets and going after checking the last shelf. I wanted to ogle her thicc body some more through that clinging tee, but with no excuse to linger, I followed her toward the door, regretfully.
Still, my eyes stayed glued to that fat ass.
Unlike the battery commander's perfectly sculpted, 42-inch hips, hers were pure heft—maximized MILF appeal.
Hers might not be as pretty in shape, but that massive, heavy slab made you wanna bury your face in it, get smothered...
Classic mature, slutty MILF vibe.
Her husband's probably railing that juicy body every damn day, huh?
I was savoring the married admin officer's ass with my eyes—off-limits for me—when she gripped the door handle and let out a bewildered voice.
Creeeak creak
"Huh? What's this?..."
A jammed-metal screech followed, and she frantically jiggled the handle—obvious even from behind me.
But no matter how she yanked, it just screeched without turning.
Moments later, still clutching it, she turned her head to me.
Her panicked expression filled my view, her lips trembling as they parted slowly.
"Forward Observer Leader... what do we do? I think... we're locked in."