CLOSE CALL — NARI PARK
The busty enlistee saunters into the room, her 38-24-36 figure barely contained within her camouflage pants and tight-fitting vest. The stitching on her outfit strains against the limits of its design, stretched to the max by Nari Park’s voluptuous curves. Her thick thighs sway hypnotically with each calculating step, teasing the bulge already growing in the private’s pants. This wasn’t some standard physical – the soldier knew exactly what he was auditioning for.
She positions herself on the exam table, the crinkling plastic the only sound in the sterile room. Her chocolate eyes meet his from beneath long lashes, the corner of her plump lips twisting with mischief. “I’m ready to demonstrate my fitness level, Private,” she purrs in her heavy accent. “Please, examine me thoroughly.”
The man tries to maintain a professional demeanor, but he can’t tear his eyes away from her body as he approaches. The other planets in our solar system could have aligned and he wouldn’t have noticed. He looks her up and down, his cock throbbing against his uniform. He swallows hard before announcing that this portion of the physical will be done at a different location, guiding her by the elbow to a more private room down the hall.
He slips in a key and they enter, the door locking behind them with a resounding thunk. Nari doesn’t miss a beat though, turning away from him and reaching back to unbutton her vest with deliberately slow movements. Her pert ass jiggles as she continues to disrobe, the red lace of her thong emphasizing her Delhi arches. The vest falls to the floor, and her breathing picks up as she turns to face him once more, clad only in the lingerie and thigh high white stockings.
“Now, give me a full physical, Private,” she commands him. “Don’t forget to check everywhere. Check thoroughly.”
He nods eagerly, unable to take his eyes away from the prize. His hands shakes as they reach out to cup her breasts, feeling their weight and the pebbled peaks of her nipples through the sheer bra. He takes one in his mouth, sucking and biting gently as his other hand traces over her hip and between her legs. She parts them readily, allowing him to push her thong aside and rub at her juicy pussy through the flimsy lace barrier.
Nari’s gasp at his touch is like music to his ears, egging him on further. He takes the scrap of coverage down her thighs, letting it pool on the floor. Fingers replace material, pushing inside her snug heat and stoking her arousal. “So wet already,” he marvels, looking up at her through hooded eyes. “Is this what you wanted? To be touched like this in a place you’re not supposed to be?”
“Mmm, yes, I wanted you to examine my every inch,” she agrees, rocking her hips against his probing fingers. He slides another inside her, scissoring and stretching her, preparing her for what she truly craved. “Wanted you to make sure I could handle your weapon.”
