Another humdrum day in the cubical jungle was proving everlasting. Four mouths into her position, Paula was now working independent of Janette and diving into her regular duties. Her eyes peered over the low standing partition dividing her and Shawn’s desk as a small group of high ranking Airman entered the Fusion Center.


The Fusion Center, a multi-million dollar state of the art “war room” created for the sole purpose of preparing the Department of Defense for the Y2K rollover. Before turning on the lights, an Airman drew the heavy curtains across the wall of soundproof glass incasing the room, shielding their meeting from any prying eyes. Not that there would be anyone snooping about….the entire building was a deemed a classified location and its contents guarded like Fort Knox. Mistakenly, its nickname “The Box House” was thought to be in reference to its lack of windows, when in fact it had earned its name due to its indestructibility. It could take a direct hit from an F-15 fighter jet and survive with no more than a scratch. Engineers spent billons on dollar readying these buildings: fireproof, waterproof, and terrorist ready, with its own water and air supply.


The Box House wasn’t one of a kind, just the one Paula found herself working. Her first week on the job, she learned that leaving any outside door open for more than 30 seconds would result in the alarm sounding and the SPs (Security Police) surrounding her within second with guns drawn.


Charlie and the others helped Paula adjust to her new surroundings but with Charlie away on a two month TDY to Belize, she enjoyed bumping around and learning from her missteps rather than have him holding her hand. It wasn’t long before she’d memorized the DoD rank insignias, acronyms and squadrons. He’d be impressed to know that the constant battery of meeting and suspense deadlines hadn’t driven her up a wall.


With only two days until her Mr. Fix-it returned, Paula was counting the seconds. She loved the sneaky cloaked and dagger element of their ‘relationship’. Luckily her house, a corner lot, was just outside the back gate of the base which made taking extended lunch break enjoyable. No one was aware of their ‘relationship. Not even Shawn and Janette had any idea that every night Charlie’s car was parked in her garage, hidden from anyone going to and from the base.


Theirs wasn’t a traditional relationship. There were no ardent declarations of love because it wasn’t love. They were friends who shared a predilection for screwing one another brains out. Both continued to dated others but at the end of the night, they knew the way home. She missed how their bodies intertwined; how their craved each other like cannibals; and how his fingers found her clit as they lie spooned in the early-morning hours. Her pussy tingled at the thought of him pleasing her. His slow Southern brawl using her clit as a punching bag.


Two more days and it would be back to normal. Damn, I needed a fix, Paula thought as her BlackBerry vibration shook her to her senses. A new text message, it read:


“Hey P”


Paula’s stomach performed a little flip as she read Charlie’s nickname for her. She hadn’t spoken to him for more than a few seconds since he’d been gone.


Paula: Hi, how are you?


Charlie: Fine. I’ve missed you. Can’t wait to see you.


Paula crossed her legs and replied: I’ve missed you to.


Charlie: How much?


Paula: You have no idea!


Charlie: I can imagine. What are you wearing?


Paula thought for a second and then answered: Navy blue skirt with a navy and white blouse and four inch heels.


Charlie: What are you wearing underneath?


Paula: You know what I’m wearing.


Charlie: I wanna hear you say it.


She took a deep breath: Slate blue lace panties with your initials embroidered just above my lips.


Charlie: Atta girl! I wish I could see you in them. Nothing makes the time go by slower than thinking of how good your pussy feels.


Paula blushed, trying to compose herself. She didn’t reply.


Charlie: What’s wrong?


Paula: Jeanette is sitting right next to me, at her desk.


Charlie: Are you afraid of getting caught?


Paula admired her newly painted nails: Duh!


Charlie: Fine. I have to go. Chat soon.

She placed her phone in her desk drawer and was about to finish up for last lines of code when she felt smooth fingertips covertly tracing over hers resting on her desk. She looked up at the tall gentleman in civil dress wedged between her and Jeanette.


“What are you doing here?” Jeanette stood hugging Charlie.


He glanced over his shoulder and gave Paula a gentle wink.


She gave a modest smile hoping her reaction to his attention hadn’t betrayed the wetness pooling between her thighs.


“The Wing Commander released the system guys ahead of time. Shawn and I hopped on the first flight out of there.” He turned; his crystal blue eyes skimmed Paula, gliding over her full hips with a knowing grin. His mind raced back to their last night together: him kissing the nape of her neck while they whispered unspeakable secrets until their fell asleep intertwined. “How are you?”


“I’m doing fine. I…um…I’m surprised to see you. Where’s Shawn?” Paula looked passed Charlie.


“He went straight home. I headed home in a little while. I stop by to talk with SSgt Keller before hand.”


“When are you coming back to work?” asked Jeanette.


“Next week. I need some time to recuperate,” He replied.


His accent caused twitching action between Paula’s legs. A whole week of him all to herself. This could be a fight to the death. Cathy and Stephanie came over and welcomed him back and stood chatting nonstop while Paula marveled over his broad shoulders and envisioned her legs thrown over them.


“Yeah, the flight was fine.” Charlie said, he voice short and direct. He was in no mood to entertain Cathy and Stephanie. He had other plans. “I’d love to stay and chat but I have find SSgt Keller before the clinic closes.” He excused himself but turned back. “Paula, have you been to lunch?”


“No, not yet. You wanna grab a bite?”


“Give me a minute. I shouldn’t be long.” Charles said, his face read indifference but the pressure building in his groin was anything but.


Thirty minutes later, Paula had enough of sitting around waiting for Charlie to return. She went looking for him.


“I hope you weren’t planning to leave without me,” Charlie cooed pulling her into MSgt Hales vacant office and locked the door behind them.


Before she could react, he took a fisted her hair while his tongue eased her lips a part, kissing her so deeply Paula’s knees buckled. She sucked his bottom lip and pulled away. “Are you crazy? Someone might see us!”


“So,” He bent down, wrapped his arms around her, and buried his face in the small of her neck and inhaled her perfume. “I’ve missed you, Paula.” Coyly, one hand unbuttoned and peeled away her blouse while the other held her in place, carefully kissing her lips, her neck, and the tops of her breasts.


Her body melted under his command. There was never any hesitation, no question whether she’d give in to him, it was only a matter of time. Charlie had a way with her. One flicker from his artic eyes, one kiss from his lips could send her mind racing and one dirty word could have her inner slut, on her knees, willingly to do his bidding. But Charlie faired little better in that regard. With a single glance, Paula could bring his entire thought process to a screeching halt.


Charlie’s hand traveled the smooth terrain of her body down to the curve of her hip, noting every inch of their fullness for closer study. “Damn Paula.”


“You like that?” she muttered into his mouth.


“You know do,” he took placed her hand against his stiffing bulge. “You like that?” His drawl enhanced his seductive tone.


Paula moaned aloud.