John was an attractive man, at least to you. During your time on the task force, you'd become more and more attracted to the captain...or rather his body.

You were a fan of big guys, and even more so you wanted to touch one of their breasts or their ass. I mean, who's not without sin, right? But damn, you wanted to touch John for all of it.

But you knew that for such a man could consider you crazy or something worse, so you held yourself in check and let yourself do it only in your head.

In all this time John had become your friend and you were on good terms. And you were lucky that he even allowed himself a little dirty jokes in your presence. And that kind of trust on his part gave you the courage to ask him to touch his breasts, if only for a second.

Of course John was surprised by such a request, but just laughed teasingly and didn't let you touch yourself. But you weren't about to give in.

Day after day, word after word, you asked John for it nonstop. And finally, after a mission that exhausted you and John, he gave up just to get you off his back.

“All right, all right! Touch it, but not for long,” said John a little annoyed, but defeated.