Let’s play Army

It’s late Friday night and I watch you finish your beer. It feels good to have you home. I love watching you relax in a pair of jeans and be able to wear a t-shirt that isn’t tan. You lean back on the couch, turning to me, and I watch your eyes glance up my body, taking in my skirt and high heels – a welcome sight after nine months in the desert. The conversation has been pretty light tonight, and as usual, I’m egging you on.

“Come on baby, show me some Army stuff.”

“I can’t,” you reply.

“Pleeeeaaaaseeeee!”

“Lexi, I really shouldn’t.”

The conversation has been a pretty frequent on, even more so in light of how much you’ve been training. You’ve been pretty resistant so far, but having just finished your second Sam Adams, I can tell you’re starting to waver. You grin, and I ask you what you’re thinking.

“Nothing baby.”

“Tell me! I want to know!” I say, grabbing at your arm. Subconsciously you react, grabbing my hand quickly. I watch a look pass over your face. You grin, an idea clearly having entered your mind.

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but I have to get something out of my bedroom first.”

You run to your bedroom, and unbeknownst to me, grab some supplies.

“Okay Lexi, we’re going to be doing something called ‘Detainee Ops’ you say slowly, clearly.

“Ooh, what’s that?” I ask eagerly

“It’s a method of checking a suspect for contraband. I’m going to show you. First, I need you to stand up, put your hands on top of your head, interlocking your fingers.” You demonstrate the motions as you explain.

“Alright,” I reply, mimicking the actions.

“Okay, now, I need you to slowly turn around three hundred and sixty degrees.”

“I don’t understand why…” I begin as I turn around. Your answer comes swiftly before I have a chance to finish. As I turned, you quickly closed the distance between us, grab my hands and hair and hold them tight against my head. I exhale rabidly, but before I have time to react, you take me down to my knees then lower my chest to the floor. As I desperately attempt to get my bearings, you bring my hands down behind my back and with a swiftness that only comes with practice, you pull the flex-cuffs out of your back pocket and handcuff me. You smile and begin restraining my legs, putting your leg between them so I can’t get up and run.

“Now it’s a party,” you say with an evil grin.

Slowly, you run your fingers through my hair, down my neck and to my shoulders. “Checking for weapons,” you whisper lightly into my ear, letting me feel your warm breath. You nibble my earlobe gently as your head moves back up. Laying on top of me, you slowly flip me to my side, keeping me restrained, and run your fingers over my tits. “Now normally, you say,”you would have a woman search another woman, but since there isn’t one here…” Your hand drops lower still, slipping into my shirt and cupping my left tit. You sigh gently and press your cock against my body as you pinch my nipple between your fingers. You tease me gently, letting me feel your cock getting harder as you grind up against my ass. Your fingers slip further into my bra, touching and twisting gently. “No contraband here,” you smile, pulling your hand out. “Now for your lower body.”

Holding my hands against my back with your hand, you slowly slip your other hand under my shirt and along my stomach. You drag your fingertips along my abdomen, finally reaching the edge of my skirt. You slip your thumb along the inside, pushing slightly and letting me feel it inch down. A little further and it’s barely inside my panties. I moan quietly, pushing against your legs as you keep me restrained. “No no my dirty girl, you’re a prisoner until you’re released.” The thought clearly gets you even more excited and you press the bulge in your jeans against my thighs as you slide your fingers along the edge of my panties. You turn me on my stomach and pull down my skirt. Suddenly I see a knife in your hands. “Contraband? That’s no good. You were hiding contraband under your skirt!” you exclaim, grinning. You hold me steady with one hand, and with a practiced motion, flip open the blade and cut the edges of my panties, sliding them off. You can feel my wetness as you crumple the panties in your hand.

Your hand moves up my inner thighs, finally feeling the opening of my pussy. Slowly, you slide the your fingers between my soaked pussy lips. The first thing you feel is my clit, soaked from the tease of being restrained. The pleasure of you finally touching me becomes too much, and I moan as I arch my back toward you. Your hand moves further, spreading my slit, allowing your fingertips to tease my tight hole. I can feel my blood pulsing, and my body betrays my desire for you.

“And here I thought you weren’t enjoying our little lesson,” you tease, winking.