Chapter 24
Bailey
Day Eight
The too strong coffee from the office coffeemaker burns going down, but I know it’s either this or go without caffeine, and nobody wants to deal with me like that.
I take a long draw from my cigarette, letting the nicotine work its way into my bloodstream.
I know it’s a nasty habit, but it’s one I can’t seem to kick when I’m stressed.
For some reason, I’m a little more stressed on this training maneuver than I am normally.
We haven’t done anything above and beyond what we normally do, so I’m not really sure what to chalk it up to.
There’s been chatter of things heating up again in the Middle East again, which I know for certain means another deployment coming up, but that hasn’t bothered me before.
I have no doubt that the purpose of this training is to prepare for that, so I’m not sure why my brain is anywhere but focused on what I need to do here and now.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, the name on the message reading Palmer. My heart jumps into my throat.
Right. Not sure why I’m more stressed out.
Definitely not the fact that I’ve got someone who I would do literally anything for waiting back home.
Anything but be tied down, my own mind mocks me, but I shove the thought to the side, making my own excuses. I would if I could, but that’s not part of the plan, so here we are.
Plus, even if I could, that’s not what she wants, so that settles it.
I shake my head, clearing away the thoughts, and focus on the message from Palmer. We’d spent almost all weekend on the phone with each other, including several video calls, which made me miss being near her that much more.
With every call, we followed a comfortable pattern involving some light flirting and lots of banter. I’ve created a note in my phone with all her favorite things.
You know. Just in case I need it.
Not because the smile on her face when she talks about them instantly turns my legs to Jell-O and my resolve non-existent, but because I’m a good person.
Never mind the fact that I’ve already made the mental note to do everything in my power to make sure those smiles are directed at me as long as she’ll allow it.
I open up the message and the attached photos.
Palmer: I can’t decide. Which one?
The past couple of days, Palmer has been sending photos of her outfits for the day.
Initially, it was a joke, but now it appears she’s shifting to asking for my opinion.
The first photo has a pair of red pants and graphic T-shirt and the other is a skirt with a flowy shirt, but the outfits aren’t what have my attention.
In the reflection of Palmer’s floor-length mirror, I can see that all she’s wearing is a baggy T-shirt, her long legs only partially hidden behind the outfits she holds up. My cock twitches at the mere sight of her body. Fuck, it has been too long since I’ve had her against me.
I finish my cigarette then put it out before I respond.
Yeah, this definitely isn’t the reason I’m more stressed. Definitely not the fact that I want to fuck her senseless even though she’s hundreds of miles away from me. Not a chance.
I tap out a quick message then head into my morning meeting.
Bailey: Maybe I’m old fashioned, but I think your current outfit might be a little revealing for work.
Just as the meeting starts, my phone lights up. I unlock it under the table, greeted by another picture of Palmer, but this time without any outfits to block my view. There are no words attached to the message, just the image of her beautiful body filling my screen.
The bottom of the shirt is pulled up and held in her teeth, revealing her stomach and the swell of the bottom of her breast. Palmer’s glasses rest on top of her head, and the look on her face is one I’ve come to know well.
She’s playing with me, and right now? I think she might be winning.
Despite the droning voices of the people leading the meeting, all I can think about is laying her back on the very floor she stands on, parting those thighs, and setting my mouth upon the sensitive flesh in between.
I sincerely hope they don’t ask me to stand or help do anything for a bit, because my erection tents painfully against my pants.
I don’t even try to talk it down, because if we’re being honest, every time I close my eyes, I dream of her naked beneath me, on top of me, in front of me, and in ways we haven’t even tried yet. It’s pointless to try not to be aroused, because the woman’s body knows exactly which buttons to push.
Bailey: Careful, Palmer.
The warning is for me as much as it is for her. I don’t want anyone else to see my girl, and her sending photos puts that at risk. I set my phone face down on my leg and try to ignore the throbbing in my cock, willing it to go away so I can get some blood flow back to my brain.
Slowly, the mental fog clears, and I’m able to tune back into the meeting at hand.
Fifteen minutes later, my phone vibrates again. I tell myself not to look, but temptation gets the better of me.
Palmer: I figured out which outfit to go with.
The outfit she has on is neither of the ones she sent me.
A tight black skirt hugs her wide hips. The white shirt she wears is tucked in and unbuttoned down past her navel.
The fabric is tight across her breasts, her nipples hard.
Palmer’s hair is pulled back messily, a pencil stabbed into the bun, and her glasses adorn her face.
Jesus fucking Christ, she makes the term sexy librarian seem tame.
Her lips are pulled into a smirk with red lipstick painted across them, and all I can think about is smearing that lipstick with her lips wrapped around my cock.
Fuck, I can’t wait until I get back and get my hands on her.
She knows I’m in a meeting and I can’t do anything about this except make mental plans. As I’m thinking about exactly what I’m going to do to her when I get back, another message comes through.
A video message.
Without opening the video, I squint closely at the thumbnail, trying to see what it is. I make out a hand and skin and—
Holy.
Fuck.
I sit bolt upright, every part of my body rigid. While I haven’t seen the video, I have seen what I’m pretty sure it contains in real life, and the very thought of Palmer’s naked body writhing under my touch as she comes for me over and over has my own body ready to come in my pants.
Bailey: Why THE FUCK would you send me this knowing damn well there’s nothing I can do about it???
Palmer: ? Just thought you might enjoy the view.
Bailey: Enjoy? I’m about to try and find a way to broadcast the video up onto the screen so I can watch and listen to you come in as close to HD as I can get.
Bailey: But there’s other people in here, and I don’t share.
My erection is nearly painful as it strains against my pants, begging for release. I excuse myself to the restroom, careful not to stand up too straight, using my hand to shield my nether regions to the best of my ability.
I step into the bathroom and bend to check for boots under the stalls. I wouldn’t want to risk anyone hearing Palmer’s moans, even with my headphones.
All clear.
I step into one of the stalls, lock the door behind me, then pull my headphones out of my pocket and put them in my ears. I hit play.
The video is dimly lit, but I can very clearly see Palmer’s hand brushing against her bare pussy. Last time I saw it this close was when I was sucking her clit and feeling her come all over my face.
Her fingers circle her clit, and I hear Palmer moan. My cock twitches painfully, so I undo my pants and grip it, moving my hand slowly down its length.
If I do it much faster, I’m going to come before I even get to the good part.
Palmer’s pussy glistens with her arousal, and I want nothing more than to run my tongue through it and feel her hips buck against my mouth. Her fingers are replaced by a black vibrator, and I can hear her breath quicken.
God, I wish it was my cock that she was coating with her wetness.
She drags it slowly from her clit to her entrance and pushes it inside of her.
Palmer moans my name, and I have to take my hand off my cock.
She moves the vibrator in and out, slowly at first then picking up speed.
Another toy in the shape of a rose is situated against her clit, and her sweet whimpers turn into cries of my name.
Palmer’s hips buck against the vibration, and I watch as she comes, legs shaking, breath heaving, then the video ends.
I palm my cock and take my own video. Moving my hand up and down its length, I growl, “Do you see what you do to me?” before abruptly ending it and hitting send. I’m going to come for Palmer, but not yet.
Palmer: Mm I’d love to have that in my mouth…
Palmer: Unfortunately for both of us, you’re not here and I’ve got stuff to do. So I’ll talk with you later ;)
You most certainly will.
The next eight hours are absolute torture, dragging by slower than I knew time could move.
All I can think about is Palmer’s mouth moaning my name and how much I wish I’d been able to see her face as she came, her tight pussy squeezing my cock as she rode the waves of orgasm after orgasm until her pussy drips from being filled with my cum.
With plenty of time left in my day and until I talk to Palmer, I start plotting my revenge. If she wants to make me come, that’s fine. I can do the same thing. I can also ensure that the next time she does come, it will be because of my mouth on that pretty, pink pussy of hers, and I’m in control.
In my notebook, I write the following list:
-Cherries
-Ice cream
As I finish the final word, one of the soldiers next to me leans over and asks, “Planning a party?” He gestures with his head toward my list.
I shoot him a friendly smile and reply, “Yeah. A party. Something like that.”