Need directions

Where were they going?. This was the question on the lips of the captain. He licked his lips to keep them moist and looked back at the plan. He had been promoted through the ranks more by luck than judgement. He scratched the top of his head as he stared completely bemused at the paper in front of him. He knew that if he was to get out of this pickle he would need a miracle. It had been so easy. Follow the lorry ahead they had told him. Well he had followed the bloody thing. The only problem was that it was the wrong lorry.

Now staring at plans the lines all merged into a big mess. He screwed it into a ball and threw it over his shoulder. He heard the startled yelp and spun around. His apology dying in his throat. He felt his face flush as he took in the vision of loveliness. She was pulling the screwed up ball out of her cleavage. He tried to help but she smacked his hand out of the way, a scandalised look on her face.

He finally stammered out an apology but could not take his eyes from her significant assets. She cleared her throat and his eyes snapped up to meet hers. She handed him the ball of paper. Hand shaking he took it and looking sheepish tossed it into the cab. She asked him what was he playing at and stood there hands on hips waiting for answer.

He tried to explain but the way she was stood caused her cleavage to rise and fall almost out of her top. He found himself getting tongue tied and blurting out he was lost.

“I was trying to find my way to the border but the lorry I was following was the wrong one!”

“Oh I see” she said.

An idea formed in his head, maybe if he asked this lady the way. He was sure that soon he would be back on the right path. He found the confidence returning, he was strong and confident and deserving of rank. Squaring his shoulders he faced her head on. He refused to be intimidated by her attractiveness. She looked at him expectantly as if she knew the next words out of his mouth would be powerful and commanding.

He took a deep breath. Feeling the air flow into his lungs, filling them. Hope fully renewed and sure now that this was no chance meeting. He asked his question of her. He was startled to find himself on the floor and his jaw stinging. He shook his head to clear it and thought back over the last moments trying to piece it all together.

He saw again her fist being pulled back and then being unleashed with such power. She was shaking her hand trying to get rid of the pain of hitting him. He thought further back and played again the question through his mind and then he got it....

“I know its a little chilly and there is a definate nipple in the air. I was chest wondering if you could show me the breast? way to the border”