This is a slight re-write now all those involved have left the RAF and I can recount it more accurately. It also means I can write the follow on story as the last of those protagonists left recently.

It may seem odd but I will start at the end of part one and then recap how I got here. I wondered to myself how it was that I was stood in her porch knocking at her door at 7PM that evening in a smart blazer and slacks, a bottle of wine in one hand and wearing her satin thong that I had glimpsed earlier. Where will this go I mused as I rang the bell. It all started earlier that day as I had my annual RAF medical. I was expecting the crusty old wing commander to do my medical and I was pleasantly surprised that the doctor who called me in for the examination was a young female squadron leader. Short dark bobbed hair, small pert boobs and glasses made her look very sexy and attractive. Coupled with her engaging smile and looking very trim in her blue uniform there was a slight twitching in the nether regions - despite the presence of a wedding ring on her finger. As I sat there and she went through the readings taken by the medic (blood pressure, urine sample, hearing test and all those things) I noticed her legs were slightly crossed and I had a lovely view of stocking tops and a glimpse of creamy thigh and a white suspender. The consultation continued and I continued to discretely, I thought, glance up her skirt and was ultimately rewarded with a flash of white gusset. “Right, those are all fine so let’s continue with the physical examination. Please go behind the screen and undress down to your pants please and let me know when you’re ready”. I stripped down to my pants and called that I was ready. She came back in and proceeded to check my chest with her stethoscope, manipulate all my joints and despite my best efforts I had a semi hard cock hiding in my boxers. “Please stand up” she said and as I stood there she slipped a hand down the front of my boxers cupping my shaven balls she said “cough for me please..and again. Great that’s fine. How how often do you check your testicles for lumps?” she asked. As I desperately tried to stop thinking about this sexy lady who had just been cupping my balls I said “not very often” blushing as my semi had now developed into a raging hard on. “ I don’t believe that” she said grinning “ but you ought to do so regularly and I’ll show you how”. For the next few minutes she cupped, manipulated, squeezed and generally played with my balls whilst talking about what I should be looking for. I apologized for being rock hard and she looked me right in the eye and said “ don’t worry…I’m used to it” as her fingers traced along the length of my shaven cock as she removed her hand from my boxers.“I think it’s also worth doing a prostate check whilst you’re here so if you can remove your pants and lie face down on the couch for me please”. I did so and heard her donning a glove and shaking what I assumed was a bottle of lube. “Please part you legs” and as i did so I felt a finger tip massaging lube into my ass “I’ll be as gentle as I can” she said and I felt her enter me and probe my prostate. Not too uncomfortable so far I thought. “Please can you kneel up on all fours for me now” and having done so I again felt her finger enter me and go a lot deeper this time. Suddenly I felt her cup my balls again and she whispered in my ear “did you like perving up my skirt?”. “I wasn’t” I blurted out. “Don’t lie” she said as she squeezed my balls quite hard. “What did you see up my skirt?” and as I started to deny it again she squeezed harder and said firmly “tell me!” “I saw your stocking tops, some of your thigh and your suspenders” I admitted. “Anything else?” she said massaging my balls and easing her finger in and out of my arse. “No” I said “Really” and as she released my balls “what about these?” and her satin thong dropped on the couch in front of my face. “I opened my legs wide enough for you to get a good enough view so don’t tell me you missed it” she said and after pushing my face down into them she started to wank me with one hand whilst fingering my arse with her other. I’d never experienced this before but it was heavenly feeling my smoothly shaven cock being wanked as my arse was being gently but firmly fingered. I was too much and very quickly I came heavily – probably more heavily than I had ever before and then collapsed down on the couch. “Get yourself dressed and then come through when you are ready” and she picked up her thong and walked out of the cubicle. "How did you know I wouldn't complain?" I asked - "I didn't until I felt your shaven cock and balls - then I knew" she replied. As I got through to next door and sat down she was already seated and again her legs were parted enough for me to see everything except her thong. In its place I glimpsed a narrow strip or hair and the glint of a piercing. “Firstly nothing wrong with your medical so don’t worry” she said. “Secondly, you and I are going to have some fun later”. As she handed me a two pieces of paper she went on “take one of these at 6PM and then come round to my married quarter at 7PM wearing these” and she threw her thong into my face. “Don’t be late!” Pocketing the thong as I stood up to leave the office I looked at the pieces of paper; one was her address – very near the Mess and the second was a prescription for Viagra. “You’ll need those for what I have in mind” she said smiling. So back to the present, I rang the bell and after a moment the door opened. Lucy was stood there in a black leather basque, stockings, thigh high leather boots and wearing a strapon. Behind her on the sofa was a naked man on all fours. “Ahhh vouvray one of my favourites” she said accepting the wine I proffered, “do come in and join me and my husband”........to be continued.