No Call is Routine

No Call is Routine

By: Bikerider

As he waited, hidden in the dark seclusion of the closed mall, the only sound Officer Lewis heard was the lulling hum of the police radio. Tension bubbled in his stomach as he watched the car drive in behind Sear’s and douse its lights. He took off his duty belt and laid it on the seat beside him. He watched the car approach.

Be careful.

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Two hours ago she had called 911 to report a noise outside her bedroom window. He had been dispatched to the call, and as he stood in her bedroom trying to calm her—he was also admiring her full breasts as they strained against the fabric of her shorty pajamas.

“I didn’t see anything outside, no foot prints, nothing…everything looks okay.” Everything looks okay in here too. His eyes openly admired her long, slender legs.

“Are you sure?” Her blue eyes looked bigger under her wire rimmed glasses. “The noise really scared me, Officer…”

“Tom Lewis,” he said. “Dispatch gave your name as Everett?”

“Kathy Everett, I’m a Criminal Justice major,” she smiled. “Another year and I’ll start the academy.”

“That’s great, we need more women on the department.” Walking to the front door he handed her his card, “I put my number on the back.” When she bent over and scooped up her cat, Tom had a clear view of her supple breasts.

“Nice…um…cat,” his eyes followed her erect nipples straining against her thin top as she stood up. He saw her face turn crimson.

“Can I ask you something?” and without waiting for an answer, “would it be okay if we met someplace for coffee?” her voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m really afraid to be home alone tonight.”

“Coffee sounds good,” he smiled, “I have four hours before I get off.”

“I doubt I’d get any sleep tonight anyway…where can we meet?”

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Now as they stood in the dark parking lot next to his cruiser she didn’t appear scared at all.

“Can we sit in the car together…is that allowed?” Her voice was husky.

“Yes…I’m sorry.” He pulled the back door open, “The front seat is filled with my gear; you’ll be more comfortable here.”

Kathy looked in and saw the Plexiglas shield that secured the back seat from the front.

Seeing her look, Tom said, “it’s for safety when I transport prisoners.”

“I’ll be your prisoner,” Kathy smiled up at Tom as she got in. Her skirt rode high up her legs when she slid across the seat, revealing the soft flesh of her thigh. She watched Tom duck into the back seat and move closer to her. She smiled when she saw his knowing look.

She’s a natural blond, Tom’s eyes widened when he saw that she hadn’t bothered putting on panties. He smiled back at her and took the offered coffee. “This is really nice of you.”

“I may want to use you for a reference someday,” she said.

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Tom didn’t get a chance to taste the coffee.

Kathy stretched her legs across Tom’s lap, and his hand snaked between her legs and found her wet crease. She gasped when his finger parted her swollen lips and traced the sensitive edge of her engorged clit. When he took his hand from under her skirt his finger glistened in the pale light. Her eyes were clouded with desire as she took his hand in hers and brought his finger to her mouth and began sucking it.

“You’re not as innocent as you look,” he said.

Kathy laid her head against the cushioned door and a wave of excitement rushed through her when Tom lowered his head and slid his tongue along her moist opening. She moaned with pleasure as he nudged her legs apart and slowly moved up to her breasts, stopping to nuzzle her nipple before pushing his cock against her wet entrance.

He felt her soft resistance as his girth gently stretched her, and he heard her gasp when he embedded his length deep inside her pulsing sheath with a final, powerful thrust. He lay still, reveling in her warmth, then he began to rock in and out of her, his entire length stroked her soft folds.

Her fingers pulled at the cloth of his uniform as she arched her hips to meet his every thrust. Driving into her harder, she moaned excited words of encouragement that filled the small space.

“Harder, please, I want it harder,” she hissed. He pulled her legs up and slammed into her and felt her begin to shudder.

The coil of excitement tightened as he continued to press deeply into her. When he felt the nectar of her desire wash over his cock, he pushed into her one last time and filled her with his thick, warm seed.

As they basked in the after-glow of first-time sex he noticed the car door had closed. His brow furrowed as he pushed against the unyielding door. “Oh, hell, oh no!”

“What’s wrong?” her eyes were large and filled with fear.

“The back doors open only from the outside.”





Word Count 844



Weekly Quicky contest entry for week ending May 1, 2011. (round 39)