Jack strolled along the corridor to the locker room whistling to himself.
He wasn't happy that he was having to change into his dress uniform so he
could brief a visitor on the state of the field teams of the SGC, but apart
from that it had been a good few days. SG-1 had been on downtime and they
had all gathered at his house the previous evening for a barbeque.
He pushed open the locker room door and stopped. "Sorry Carter didn't know you were in here."
"It's okay sir. I'm almost finished; you might as well come in." She encouraged.
"Thanks." He wondered to his locker and opened it and took out the freshly dry cleaned uniform. "So find out anything about your doohickey yet?" He asked trying to make conversation.
"Not yet. We've run a few tests but nothing conclusive as of yet." She sat on the bench and gently pulled on her stockings. "I'll just clip these on and I'll be out of your way sir." She lifted the edge of her skirt higher and clipped the first stocking to her suspender belt. Jack shifted uncomfortably as he watched her clip on the other stocking and stretch her legs out to make sure they weren't too tight.
Sam could feel him watching her so she prolonged the exercise. Tugging at the tops to make sure they were level and straight she careful ran her hands down her legs. She lent down and carefully placed her feet into her dress shoes. Jack hadn't taken his eyes off of her. "All done." She said cheerfully. "Was there something you wanted to say sir?" Sam asked in a seductive tone.
"No. Just never saw you as the stockings and suspenders type."
"Panty hoses are to hot and hold ups never actually stay up so I decided on stockings and suspenders a long time ago. Besides it's good to feel feminine under all this military garb."
"Um." He mumbled. "So you always wear stockings and suspenders under your dress uniform?"
"Yes and as any lady knows your underwear should always match. So I wear the whole matching set, lacy bra included." Jack shifted again. "If you'll excuse me sir I'll leave you to get changed." Jack nodded he couldn't form a coherent sentence at that point.
~ ~ ~
Jack sat up with a jolt. It took him a second to remember he was off world camping in a tent. His dream about Carter had him wound up, he tried to lay down and go back to sleep but he couldn't. He had to know. "Carter." He whispered to his 2IC who was asleep next to him. "Carter."
"Are we being attacked?" Was the first thing out of her mouth.
"No."
"Is it time for my watch because I'm sure I've already done it." She mumbled.
"It's nothing to do with the watch. I need to know something."
"What sir?" She asked sleepily.
"You wear panty hoses under your dress uniform don't you?"
"No sir, stockings and suspenders. Panty hoses are too hot and hold ups don't stay up. Can I go back to sleep now?" She asked without really comprehending what he had asked.
"Sure. Go to sleep, sweet dreams." She rolled over and went back to sleep. Jack stared at the roof of the tent knowing he would never back to sleep after think about Sam's long legs clad in stockings.
The end.
He pushed open the locker room door and stopped. "Sorry Carter didn't know you were in here."
"It's okay sir. I'm almost finished; you might as well come in." She encouraged.
"Thanks." He wondered to his locker and opened it and took out the freshly dry cleaned uniform. "So find out anything about your doohickey yet?" He asked trying to make conversation.
"Not yet. We've run a few tests but nothing conclusive as of yet." She sat on the bench and gently pulled on her stockings. "I'll just clip these on and I'll be out of your way sir." She lifted the edge of her skirt higher and clipped the first stocking to her suspender belt. Jack shifted uncomfortably as he watched her clip on the other stocking and stretch her legs out to make sure they weren't too tight.
Sam could feel him watching her so she prolonged the exercise. Tugging at the tops to make sure they were level and straight she careful ran her hands down her legs. She lent down and carefully placed her feet into her dress shoes. Jack hadn't taken his eyes off of her. "All done." She said cheerfully. "Was there something you wanted to say sir?" Sam asked in a seductive tone.
"No. Just never saw you as the stockings and suspenders type."
"Panty hoses are to hot and hold ups never actually stay up so I decided on stockings and suspenders a long time ago. Besides it's good to feel feminine under all this military garb."
"Um." He mumbled. "So you always wear stockings and suspenders under your dress uniform?"
"Yes and as any lady knows your underwear should always match. So I wear the whole matching set, lacy bra included." Jack shifted again. "If you'll excuse me sir I'll leave you to get changed." Jack nodded he couldn't form a coherent sentence at that point.
~ ~ ~
Jack sat up with a jolt. It took him a second to remember he was off world camping in a tent. His dream about Carter had him wound up, he tried to lay down and go back to sleep but he couldn't. He had to know. "Carter." He whispered to his 2IC who was asleep next to him. "Carter."
"Are we being attacked?" Was the first thing out of her mouth.
"No."
"Is it time for my watch because I'm sure I've already done it." She mumbled.
"It's nothing to do with the watch. I need to know something."
"What sir?" She asked sleepily.
"You wear panty hoses under your dress uniform don't you?"
"No sir, stockings and suspenders. Panty hoses are too hot and hold ups don't stay up. Can I go back to sleep now?" She asked without really comprehending what he had asked.
"Sure. Go to sleep, sweet dreams." She rolled over and went back to sleep. Jack stared at the roof of the tent knowing he would never back to sleep after think about Sam's long legs clad in stockings.
The end.