I am a single career Army officer who manages a small but special environmental project. Since the job involved gathering and organizing data from various reporting stations and then reporting the results in quarterly reports, the job seemed easy at first.
However, as a one-man shop, the tons of data, long hours, and isolation were gradually burning me out. More importantly, it was depriving me of much needed female contact since I work out of a small remote building of a large post. After months of requesting and then complaining to my superiors for some clerical help, a clerk-typist fresh out of training school by the name of Cindy was assigned to me.
When Cindy reported for duty, I instantly knew why the guys upstairs had passed her to me. Although a petite Asian about five feet two with a slender hundred-ten-pound body, she was no Oriental beauty. Her glasses, pinned-up hair, and lack of makeup gave her a somewhat homely appearance. When combined with her shy nature and the fact that her slim body barely made a dent in her camouflaged uniform, Cindy wasn't exactly what I had hoped for. At nineteen years of age, she looked like she belonged in high school instead of in this man's Army.
Despite my initial disappointment, Cindy proved to be a good worker, attentive to instruction, and eager to please. I found that as soon as she was of age, Cindy had enlisted to escape a strict and overbearing father who often punished her for any infraction of his many rules. The military, however, wasn't much better and being introverted and naïve, she didn't have any friends in her new company. Although fraternization was a no-no, I was my new private's only friend and her friendliness quickly bordered on infatuation.
I had a habit of swimming at the post pool right after work because I was often the only one there since most were heading home or out for drinks. I had asked Cindy wanted to join me but when she didn't say anything, I let the matter drop. About two days later, I had just finished my laps when I was surprised to see Cindy enter the pool area and at her stunning transformation.
Cindy had a lean athletic body with a narrow waist, boyish hips, and shapely toned legs. Her skimpy one-piece suit had a wide plunging neckline that ended just below her high small tits with her nipples poking noticeably through the thin material. Her suit snuggly stretched over her flat stomach and firm buns but its high-cut design exposed her hips and snugly cupped her hidden pussy. With her glasses off and her shoulder-length dark brown hair down, Cindy wasn't bad looking. Joining me at the pool's edge, Cindy bent over to splash water on herself. In so doing, her suit neckline opened to flash me her tiny perky tits from which her long thick ruby-red nipples jutted from her otherwise flat chest. She caught me looking and blushing, hastily put her hand over her neckline covered up.
"Hey, Cindy, take it from me that you've got nothing to hide when a man looks at your physical delights. You not bad lookomg in that swimsuit and it makes you look more mature. If you want my opinion, you shouldn't be ashamed in that suit."
"Umm, thanks, sir," Cindy shyly mumbled with downcast eyes as she blushed again. "You're the first guy to think that I was attractive, much less sexy." With that, Cindy lowered her hand and made no further effort to conceal her youthful femininity from my ogling eyes.
Cindy really thrived on my attention and tempted me relentlessly in the weeks to follow. Our swims took on an added flavor as she often wrestled playfully with me in the pool, innocently but teasingly to touching me here and there. I've got to say that Cindy managed on more than one occasion to get a rise out of me and boy was I thankful that my erections were submerged in cool waters.
In return, I had no problem playfully tossing her lithe body around and was delighted when Cindy suffered a swimsuit-malfunction, giving an eyeful of her erect ruby-red nipples. Under the guise of strength training, I jogged in the shallows with Cindy sitting on my shoulders, her legs held to my chest, and my neck against her sweet pussy with each bouncing step I took.
I had to constantly remember that I was old enough to be her father and her superior officer. But this distance was greatly reduced when Cindy took to changing out of her fatigues behind the filing cabinet at the endof the workday. She said that it was easier to change in the office than at the pool, and whatever objections I might have had, disappeared with she reappeared in one of her braless tops and short shorts.
