20. Trapped in the Warehouse with the Curvy MILF Haengbowon (2)
"What do we do, Forward Observer Platoon Leader?... It looks like we're locked in?"
"Pardon?"
The moment I heard the admin officer's words laced with bewilderment, I started feeling the anxiety and impatience you'd expect from someone in an accident, just like her. But those emotions didn't last long.
The instant I realized the reality of being trapped alone in a warehouse with this insanely hot, plump-bodied MILF, a ticklish, naughty excitement surged through my chest, instantly shoving all my worries aside.
It's not like I can't just call other officers for help... What's there to worry about? This just means I get to ogle that voluptuous body of hers to my heart's content.
I barely suppressed the grin creeping onto my face at the thought that we'd be stuck here alone with the admin officer for at least ten minutes. Pretending to rub my nose to hide it, I pulled out my phone and spoke up.
"Come on, Admin Officer, what's there to worry about? We can just call the other officers and have them come get us."
"Forward Observer Platoon Leader. No signal in here..."
"What? For real?"
I'd tossed out the simplest solution imaginable, unlocking my phone and opening the dialer—only for the admin officer to hit me with the unexpected bombshell that there was no signal here.
I immediately glanced at the top of my screen after her words, and sure enough, the usual three or four bars were gone, replaced by a big fat X.
Uh... this is a problem...
My expression hardened as the naughty situation flipped into a real survival issue in an instant. That's when Sergeant Go Suyeon, who'd let go of the door handle, suddenly burst out laughing.
"Hahaha... I was just teasing you because I wanted to see your reaction, Forward Observer Platoon Leader."
"So... the door?"
"Oh, the door is broken for real. The handle won't turn at all. But no need to worry—we told the clerk we were coming here before we left, so if we don't head back, they'll come looking for us."
Her words rang true—no more of that slight tremble in her voice from moments ago. She spoke in a calm, steady tone, telling me not to fret. Then she headed to a corner, pulled out a long, sturdy-looking metal box, and sat on it. Patting the spot next to her, she beckoned me over.
"The other officers will probably come before lights out, but who knows when, so come sit down too, Forward Observer Platoon Leader."
"Got it. Might as well relax and think of this as a break."
"Exactly! When else do we get to chill like this? Hehehe."
With the situation clear now, I nodded at her suggestion. Screaming jackpot! inside, I headed over to sit beside the mouthwatering married woman, keeping just a little distance.
As soon as I settled in, her sweet, thick body scent—amplified by the dampness soaking her clothes—tickled my nose. I secretly inhaled her cozy yet seductive fragrance deep into my lungs, hoping this alone time would last as long as possible.
I don't care who it is, just show up as close to quitting time as you can...
***
It had been an hour since we'd hung our rain-soaked combat tops on a shelf and sat side by side chatting. The downpour outside showed no signs of letting up, and there wasn't a hint of anyone coming to find us yet.
Through our conversation, I'd gleaned way more info than expected—from evaluations of unit members, to each battery commander's personality, to upcoming training schedules.
But the one thing that overwhelmingly piqued my interest... was the admin officer herself.
In casual talk we couldn't have in the admin section—where clerks and other officers drop by often—I learned she was 38, married, with an 8-year-old son.
Riding the wave of our now-relaxed vibe as we chatted about her family, I decided to nudge the conversation a bit spicier.
"By the way, your husband's in the military too, right? How'd you end up posted in different areas? Don't they usually try to keep couples in the same region, even if not the same unit?"
"Well... my husband has this sergeant major he's served under for years, and that guy promised him a promotion to sergeant major if he followed him to his unit for just two years..."
"Ah... yeah, he'd have to go for a guaranteed promotion like that."
To avoid raising suspicion, I'd started with her husband's distant posting. Sergeant Go Suyeon's face darkened slightly as she explained the details.
Her opening up about such a sensitive career matter for her husband suggested a high level of trust in me. But that clouded expression screamed something's wrong.
I dove right in.
"So you're a weekend couple then?"
"I wish we at least saw each other on weekends."
"Pardon? Even if he's in Gangwon-do, he could make it here on weekends, no?"
"Weekends are full of workouts or meals with that superior. We see each other maybe once a month, if that. Sigh..."
To my "weekend couple" question, she sighed deeply, admitting they barely saw each other. That heavy sigh reeked of pent-up frustration—loneliness, basically.
If I play this right, I can get a lot closer to her. A prime married woman in her sexual peak, separated from her husband for ages, with a young, buff stud hanging around... Like the saying goes, the rice cake across the fence always looks bigger. Imagining a naughty fling with this married admin officer sent dizzying excitement flooding my body.
This was my shot to pull the tantalizing "admin officer" rice cake off the canvas and into reality.
The next moment, I jumped back in, empathizing with her "loneliness" to keep the talk going.
"Must be tough with a kid and all. Back in high school, my girlfriend and I went to different colleges far apart, so we broke up from not seeing each other... Ah! Not saying that's what's happening with you two—just that not seeing my girl back then was rough. Don't get the wrong idea..."
"Heehee. No worries, Forward Observer Platoon Leader. I get what you mean."
Pretending to relate to her pain with a similar past story, I tacked on some extra bits to play up my innocence. Whether she saw through my scheme or not, she gave a small laugh at my flustered act and told me not to worry.
She had no clue my "breakup" story was bullshit. As guilt flickered briefly at her cute, slightly chubby face smiling back, my mind filled with ways to dig deeper into her loneliness.
I was surprised at my bolder approach with women lately, but then a pretty daring idea hit—one that'd hammer home my masculine superiority to her.
It could backfire hard, but after agonizing, I decided: Go for it.
Timing it perfectly as she wrapped up venting—not quite complaining—about her husband...
"...Last week, he was supposed to come home but went golfing instead. It's been two months since we last saw each other."
"Uh, Admin Officer... Sorry to interrupt, but... no bathroom around here, right? Haha..."
"Pardon? Oh!..."
I clutched my crotch with both hands like I desperately needed to pee, cracking the bathroom joke. She flushed red, letting out a surprised gasp, clearly flustered.
But true to form as a mom with a kid, she quickly regained composure, stood up, and told me to wait a sec before rummaging through the warehouse.
Soon, she returned with a beat-up old helmet in hand.
"This helmet's due for disposal soon. If you're in a pinch, use this for now, and... uh, dump whatever's inside out that window over there."
She handed over the stained helmet and pointed to a window at shoulder height. My plan was already 50% successful—I'd get to whip out my dick in the same space as her. Thanking her, I took the helmet and stood.
All that was left... was casually exposing my massive cock to her.
TMI: The protagonist went to an all-boys high school, so he had next to no chances to even see girls, let alone date. Don't forget he was a total virgin until banging the battery commander.