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Kiara was shy. She had never been popular at school and had chosen a new career in the military as a way of building confidence and starting again in life.
What she got wasn't quite what she expected.... but it starts her down a road that will change her forever.
Start here and follow Kiara's journey. This is intended to be for people who like a bit of story and a read and isn't going to go straight into rushed hardcore sex. Feel free to leave comments or DM.
Chapter 1 of 4 in Story 1.
Kiara was shy. She had never been popular at school and had chosen a new career in the military as a way of building confidence and starting again in life. Away from her home town, she wanted only to keep her head down and make her way in life and had made a promising start. She had joined a male-dominated world in the military but was quietly determined to prove herself to everyone in her home town and in her new life.
As Kiara started training, she started to notice glances from some of the boys and even a couple of the girls. She didn't think of herself as pretty and had never had any real attention off of anyone before. The rumblings of attention made feel uncomfortable, even though nothing was done or said, she did everything she could to dissuade them. She wore baggy clothes in downtime that didn't show off her figure and she made sure not to give any of the males in her training group too much attention, less it encourage further attention. Speaking of her figure, Kiara was petite but well proportioned, 5'4" with a 34C bra size she had big perky breasts that sat high and firm on her chest with long red hair and bright green eyes. She had strong legs and a fantastic ass that had been formed from years of dance, horse-riding and running.
Running was one of Kiara's favorite activities, but there was no hiding from hungry eyes when stepping out for PT. As a trainee, Kiara was given issued PT kit that was ill fitting and uncomfortable. It was designed for use by both men and women and with her ample proportions, the items were tight across her ass and chest. The worst part was always the waiting around for the session to begin. As she stood at attention in formation, she was unable to hide as both instructors and trainees alike eye her up and down, searching for imperfections that she felt were amplified under scrutiny. She longed for the session to start so that she could run away and get out of her own head.
Mercifully, the pre-session instructions and roll-call didn't take too long today and they were released for 1 hour independent running across the academy grounds. She practically sprinted off from the assembly point and took a route that she knew would leave her mostly alone to run. The weather was scorching hot and she was terribly uncomfortable in the ill fitting, thick and scratchy material of her clothes. Especially uncomfortable were the shorts, she tried to put it out of her mind but the more she ran, the worse it got. Swiftly, Kiara realised that they were twisted somehow. She didn't want to stop and lose momentum but the rubbing was unbearable and, spotting a small estate staff's lock-up with a wooden fence along one side just off her path, she pulled over.
The small building was locked up and didn't look currently in use so Kiara pulled at her shorts to release whatever was rubbing her skin so badly. The tugging and fidgeting did nothing to make herself more comfortable and feeling down the back of her shorts, she realised that it was her underwear that was twisted. They were fully twisted in the middle and would have to take them off to fix the problem. Irritable in the heat and frustrated with her previous lack of attention to detail, she petulantly kicked off her shoes and pulled down her shorts, struggling to pull them over her ass. Clearly she had been in too much of a rush to get dressed and make parade on time. As she finally freed the shorts from her ass, the shorts caught her underwear and pulled them down with it to just under her cheeks. Kiara was shocked as the sudden exposure of her pussy to the air and the warmth of the sun hit her from behind. The sensation caught her off guard and she froze for a moment, bent over double with her shorts around her ankles and her underwear twisted and bunched beneath her ass cheeks. Gathering herself, Kiara slid the underwear down her legs and flicked them off her foot. She meant to flick them up to her hands to untwist them, but they shot off away from the building towards the path. Following the flight of her underwear with her eyes, she felt her stomach drop and the colour drain from her face from what she saw.
Kiara's Drill Sergeant was stood on the edge of the path, open mouthed and staring at her. She hadn't heard him jog up to her position and had no idea how long he had been stood there. She could see him staring at her crotch and her practically bare pussy mound. She had only begun shaving herself between her legs whilst at training as some of the other girls said it made hygiene whilst out in the field easier and she was feeling particularly exposed. She snapped to attention and shouted "Drill Sergeant!" as she had been programmed to do. She was naked from the waist down save for some thin running socks on her feet, and whilst she knew she was supposed to keep her eyes dead forward, she looked at her Drill Sergeant and saw that he hadn't reacted at all. He was still stood there, staring at her teenage pussy and could see a large swelling building up against his shorts. She dared not move, she wouldn't know what to do even if she were allowed to do so; her legs felt like lead and they trembled under his gaze. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he broke off his gaze to look down at his own feet where her underwear had landed close by. He bent down and picked them up, looking at them as he held them out slightly. His eyes flicked back to her pussy and he gripped the underwear in his hand tightly. With the briefest glace at her, he looked away down the path. Without saying a word to her, he carried on running, still holding on to her underwear.
Terrified, confused and relieved, Kiara began pulling on her shorts and trainers in a panicked fashion. She sprinted away in the opposite direction to her Drill Sergeant as fast as she could and she tried to make sense of what had just happened. What did this mean? Would she be in trouble? How could she ever face her Drill Sergeant again after what he had seen; or indeed what she had seen. She could feel the coarse material of the shorts now moving directly against her pussy and she was horrified to realise how good it felt. The shorts began to catch and stick to her pussy in the hot, muggy air. She was only just becoming aware of this when she heard a distant siren signalling that the session was nearly at an end and she needed to head back to the assembly area. Kiara was shocked that she had been blindly running, attempting to try and comprehend her half-naked encounter with her senior for over half an hour already, which had passed in the blink of an eye.
Back in the accommodation block, Kiara avoided eye contact or conversation with any of the others in her squad, and practically fled to the showers to clean herself up. She slipped into flip-flops for the shower with her towel and wash bag under her arm but locked herself in a toilet stall. Putting aside her items, she reached down the front of her pants and found that her pussy was soaking wet, hot and tender to the touch. She told herself that it was just a natural response to the scratchy material of her shorts and the hot weather but knew in reality that she was incredibly turned on and began to touch herself. She rubbed a finger up and down the slit between her pussy lips and felt how thick and sticky her juices were. She must have been wet since the incident to be this creamy already and the feeling of her fingers running over her soft pussy made her audibly moan. Even in her own stall, she was acutely aware that she must try and be quiet given that she was in a shared bathroom.
Slipping off her shorts, Kiara sat and leant back, spreading her legs and planting her flip-flopped feet either side of the stall door to leverage herself. She reached down between her legs and slipped two fingers inside her pussy. Sighing deeply in a great cathartic sense of release, she began to finger herself intensely, switching between rubbing up her slit to her clit before moving back down again, plunging inside herself. Flashing in her mind, wasn't her stock set of fantasies about some of the older boys or the prettier girls that she usually called upon to masturbate to. Instead, this time she was being dominated by the old, rough Drill Sergeant pushing her up against the wall that was behind her and taking her there. She had seen the lust that he had for her in his shorts and eyes and it was all she could think of. Had he made a move towards her, she wouldn't have resisted at all. Now all she could fantasize about was her Drill Sergeant fucking her pussy up against a dirty old wall. The exposure and the complete lack of control of the situation was intoxicating to her. She was consumed by it and by now her fingers had intensified their exploration and she felt beads of her juices running down over her ass onto the toilet seat. Individually, the man wasn't attractive to her, but the power he had over her was total and she knew that there was no resisting this primal urge. She felt herself building up inside before being roughly disturbed from her daze with a sudden snap. There was a second rap on her toilet stall door. "The Drill Sergeant is looking for you" warned a voice from the other side...