Disappearing into a private office, he emerged a few minutes later with a tail handsome man in his late forties. He had deep brown eyes and thick black hair, flecked with gray.
"Mrs. Thurmond," the lieutenant smiled, introducing the man. "This is Colonel Franklin, the commandant of the school."
"How do you do, Mrs. Thurmond," the colonel nodded. "Can I be of any service to you?"
"Yes, Colonel," smiled Barbara. "I wanted to see my son, but the lieutenant informs me that the boys are all being confined to their quarters."
"I'm sorry," he said in a deep resonant voice. "That's true. The cadets are cleaning and preparing the dorms for the open house tomorrow."
"But just for a moment," she pleaded.
"I wish I could make an exception," he tried to reason. "But we simply can't break the rules."
"Well thank you, Colonel," she smiled, turning to leave. "I certainly don't want to upset your silly rules."
By the time she got outside the building, Barbara was fuming with anger.
"That pompous bastard," she hissed to her daughter. "He's like a Hitler. No wonder Brent can't stand this stupid school."
"But he's sure good-looking," Cindy giggled.
"I'll have to agree with that," Barbara finally smiled. "He's both handsome and obnoxious."
Unable to see Brent, mother and daughter returned to the motel. Later, as they were sitting in the dining room finishing their dinner, Cindy suggested going to a movie.
"I don't feel nice tonight," Barbara smiled. "I think I'll just have another cup of coffee and then go to the room and read."
"Heck," pouted Cindy. "I don't want to sit in a dumb room. Do you mind if I go to the movie?"
"If you really want to," her mother answered. "But come home the minute it's over."
The girl had been gone only a few minutes when Barbara looked up to see Colonel Franklin standing by her table.
"Good evening, Mrs. Thurmond," be smiled, gallantly bowing. "It's nice to see you again."
"Well if it isn't the warden," she answered in a sweet sarcastic voice. "What brings you out? Can't you stand the food at your prison?"
"I'm sorry about this afternoon," he apologized. "May I join you?"
"Don't you have a rule against fraternizing with your inmate's mothers?" she asked.
"If we did," the man answered, sitting down in the chair. "I'm afraid I would have to break it for a beautiful woman like you."
"Flattery will get you nowhere," she smiled, secretly pleased with his remark.
"Would you care for an after dinner drink?" asked the colonel.
"Why do you want to buy me a drink?"
"Because I want you to be my friend."
"Okay," Barbara smiled. "I'll have a brandy."
As they sat sipping their drinks, Barbara discovered that the man was very charming. He was an excellent conversationalist in a very reserved manner. She learned that he was a retired Army officer and had been the school commandant for the past six years. His wife had been killed in a plane crash some time ago and he'd never remarried.
Watching his big expressive hands as he toyed with his drink, Barbara was intrigued by the thick black hairs on the back of his wrists. Seeing how the mat of dark hair disappeared up under the sleeve of his uniform, Barbara couldn't help wondering if his entire body had this erotic hair covering. The thought of his big naked body covered with this silky black hair sent a little tingle through her cunt. Barbara couldn't explain it to herself, but thinking about the man's bare flesh seemed to turn her on. She'd never thought about a man like this before, but she found herself wondering what kind of thick bush he had around his cock and balls.
Barbara felt a hot trickle of pussy juice dripping out of her suddenly wet slit when she tried to visualize his big naked cock thrusting up from between his hairy legs. Her hands were becoming damp and clammy while little beads of cold sweat popped out on her forehead. The trembling woman couldn't fully understand what was happening, but the thought of caressing the colonel's naked body was driving her wild.
"Are you going to stay here for the entire week?" the colonel asked, offering her a cigarette.
"I plan to," she explained, gently grasping his hand when he lit his lighter for her.
The momentary feel of his hand against her any further excited the sexually aroused woman.
"I hope I will see more of you," he smiled, a warm glow in his deep brown eyes as he looked steadily into hers.
"I do, too," she answered in a throaty whisper, trying to control her shaking hands.
"Are you all right, Mrs. Thurmond?" he asked, noticing how she was trembling.
"I feel rather strange," she admitted. "It's been a long day and I probably should go to my room and rest."
"May I assist you?" he offered, rising to his feet and extending his hand to the woman.
Walking down the hall with him, Barbara knew she would be fine once she was alone in her room. It was the nearness of the man that was upsetting her so much. She couldn't understand it as she'd never been affected like this by anyone else in her life.
"May I?" he said, taking the key from her trembling hand when they reached the door to her room.
Watching him insert the key and open the door, her eyes were drawn once more to the thick black hair on the top of his wrists. Not fully understanding what she was doing or why, she unconsciously grabbed his forearm and pressed the back of his hand against her cheeks and lips.
"Are you all right, Mrs. Thurmond?" again asked as she pressed his hand against her face, team welling up in her eyes.
"I… I don't know," she sobbed, resting her trembling body against his chest.
"Now just take it easy," he whispered, encircling her with his arms to support her.
"Oh, God," she sobbed, reaching up and pulling his face down until his lips met her hot, open mouth.
Unable to control her wild passion any longer, she desperately dung to the man, writhing her hot cunt against his loins while she explored his mouth with her hungry little tongue. She felt his hands tighten around her waist, drawing her body closer to his as he eagerly returned her deep kiss. Within a matter of a few short moments, she could feel his cock pushing out at her through the material of his pants.
After writhing their aroused bodies together for what seemed an eternity, Barbara slowly withdrew her mouth and looked up into his glowing face.
"Hi, Colonel," she whispered, her gray eyes smoldering with desire.
"Hello, Mrs. Thurmond," he answered with a warm smile.
"Call me Barbara."
"Hi, Barbara," he whispered, kissing the tip of her upturned nose with his lips. "My friends call me Earl."
Without answering, she once more covered his mouth with hers, rotating her cunt against the front of his pants. Hot flames fanned through her body when she felt him lower the zipper on her skirt, and slowly peel it down over her soft creamy hips. Stepping out of the garment when it slithered down around her ankles, she pressed her naked thighs back against him.
"You're beautiful, Barbara," he whispered, slipping the sweater off over her head.
Discarding the sweater, he stand in awe at the soft deep cleavage between her tits that were almost fully exposed in her bra. Quickly undoing the snaps and removing the bra, her luscious big boobs spilled out deliciously in front of his eyes. Exciting little pinpoint-sized goose bumps covered her swollen areolas that surrounded the woman's big hard nipples. The erect tittie-buds were obviously dying to be nipped and chewed as they quivered lusciously.
Slipping his fingers beneath the band of her juice-soaked bikini panties, he quickly slid them down over the creamy whiteness of her bare bottom. Digging his fingers into the soft warm crevice between her quivering ass-cheeks, he pulled her naked body up tighter against his. He could feel the hot moistness of her wet cunt soaking through the front of his pants.