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Hsu walked into his quarters, it was strange to be here. He so often slept at his desk or just skipped sleep all together but tonight he actually had time to sleep in his bed.
He left his uniform half folded over his chair, too tired to go through folding and putting away everything nicely.
Laying in his bed naked on top of the covers he stared at the ceiling and realized that as soon as he laid down he became wide awake. Figures the one day he actually had time to sleep for more than a few hours straight and he couldn’t.
His hand rested on his stomach, idly running his fingers over his abs, thinking on the day. Maybe if he rubbed one out real quick that would help him sleep. Yeah, why the hell not? He actually had the time to relax for a change.
When was the last time he’d had a chance to just lay in bed and masturbate? Too fucking long ago that's for sure. He really was lucky to have Peggy to help him, a lot of officers just as busy as him didn’t get that.
She really was a lifesaver and she sure did look cute in those dresses, chewing on her pen, pouting out her lower lip while she edited his letters. She was always sweet to him, nice for the sake of being nice. The way she smiled at him when she brought him a coffee…Come to think of it, she always looked good and those dresses really showed off her figure nicely.
No, stop that wasn’t appropriate. He forced himself to think of something else, the Nuka Cola girl, yes he always thought she was cute. He tried to bring the image of the nameless woman on the poster, tried to picture her coy smile and the way the space suit hugged her ass.
Nothing was really happening here, he was hard but losing interest. He turned his thoughts to something more tangible. Thinking about the last time he’d been at the Strip, it wasn’t really his thing but worth going every once in a while to cut loose.
He focused back on his last trip, it was a few months ago and hadn’t Curtis convinced him to see a Gomorrah show? Another place that was a little over the top for him but had its uses now. He tried to remember some of the details, the women dancing on the stages but all he could remember from that night was the over saturation of cigarette smoke and the shitty drinks.
God, Peggy had looked cute today…he couldn’t believe how good she could make one of those old dresses look. And those little heels she wore…just swell.
Why had he told her she could call him James? It wasn’t professional, she wasn’t a civilian. Was he really so pathetic that he just wanted to hear a pretty girl say his name?
Yessir James!
He hitched his breath and grabbed himself tighter. God, the way she said his name was…did she know what she was doing to him? She had to…why else would she say it like that?
Like what? The colonel in him demanded. Like a soldier who happens to be a woman respecting the request of her commanding officer? Get a grip!
No, the man in him whispered. Like she…wanted him. Wanted him to push her on the desk and fuck her.
He groaned, jerking himself harder, pumping himself in his fist, thinking of Peggy, his subordinate…on the table with her cute pre-war dress kicked up over her hips and legs spread open to reveal that she had nothing on underneath her skirts.
She’d keep the heels on…He moaned and jerked harder.
She would pout out her lips and hold her hand up with her finger beckoning him in a come hither-motion. She’d flash that perfect smile, the one she gave him every day. Maybe give him a wink and call him honey again.
“God!” He groaned, what was wrong with him? She was too young for him! Too pretty…and nice.
Shit! And he was her commanding officer! He was a colonel and she was a private for Christ sakes!
He bit his lower lip, arching back on the bed, his own precum making him so slick he could pump with no resistance. He was close now, body strung tight as spasms of pleasure shot through his body. His legs trembled and his balls grew tight. He was ready to let loose, damn he really should try thinking of someone else, anyone else but his…his secretary!
What was he thinking when he told her to call him James? God, he loved the way she said it!
Ooh James!
Just like that James!
“Peggy…” He moaned out as he climaxed so hard he saw stars.
His cock swelled and pulsed in his tight grip, shooting thick ropes of his spunk up and all over his stomach. He gave a final grasping groan as the last of his climax twitched out of him.
He collapsed back on the bed, drained and satiated for the first time in too long. He really shouldn’t be thinking about Peggy like that but…but in the privacy of his own mind and only just this once it was fine. He’s just been stressed and they’ve seen a lot of each other lately, it’s only natural he’d think about her. Right? Sure…maybe.
Just can’t make it a habit.
End.