I want to meet you out behind battalion after midnight when I'm on staff duty. You can park at the gas station next door and meet me at the benches behind the building. I'll sneak you inside past the staff duty NCO and his runner, and lead you upstairs to the offices. I'd show you the operations shop, and as you take a look around, I'd push you back against the large conference table in the middle of the cubicle farm.
As you begin kissing me insistently, wrapping your legs around me and pulling me close, your hands aggressively tug at my uniform. You unzip my top, pull it down from my shoulders, and as it falls to the floor, you grasp my shirt and quickly slide it up over my head. Your nails rake against my bare skin, and your teeth press against my chest. Already prepared by wearing a skirt, your legs wrapped around me allows you to feel the warmth of my cock right through the canvas of my uniform, course against your bare skin.
I pull your tanktop down over your shoulders, allowing me to lift your breasts up and out over the top. I love the feel of your bare breasts against my chest. My teeth sink into your neck, tongue flicking out against your skin as you fumble with my belt. Frustrated with it, you quickly give up and move lower, unfastening the buttons to my trousers, and pulling my very hard cock free.