Breaking the Law...

She saw the lights in her rearview mirror.

Great. Just great. She thought to herself, turning off the highway to a little-used service road, and cutting the engine.

Reaching for her glovebox, to extract the necessary paperwork, she stopped and smiled a wicked and knowing smile, when she caught sight of the officer in her rearview mirror.

So he wanted to play games, did he?

"I'll need you to step out of the vehicle ma'am." He said as he approached her window.

"But officer," she retorted with a smirk. "Whatever is the problem?"

"Please step out of the vehicle ma'am," he reiterated, adjusting his aviators despite the fading late afternoon sun.

She did as he requested, smoothing the wrinkles out of her mini skirt, and giving the officer a good once over. His hair was slightly rumpled, his uniform well filled out by that streamline body of his, and his full lips compressed into a tight line as he tried to maintain his composure.

He quickly wrapped one hand around her wrist and took a step towards the front of her car. "I'll need you to put both hands in front of you on the hood," he remarked, basically dragging her behind him now.

"What's this all about Officer?" She mocked sweetly, doing as he asked and spreading her legs wide in front of her as her heels dug into the soft ground.

He adjusted his trooper's hat, and pulled at his utility belt before stepping forward and standing between her outstretched legs. Without a word, he reached around her, frisking her lightly by patting down her sides. She heard him gulp audibly, and laughed.

His hands came back up to her shoulders, where he ran the tips of his fingers around her neck before reaching in front of her and kneading her breasts. She moaned as the contact became more delicious, as the sensation of his hard calloused fingers and the heat of his palm could be felt underneath the contrasting silk of her lacy bra and skimpy little tank top.

As he stepped closer, his lips finding the nape of her neck, she leaned into him and could feel the hard length of his groin pressing into her bottom. She began slow circles against his pelvis as he pulled her futher against him, nipping and licking at her neck and throat.

Pushing her all the way up against the hood of her car, one hand still fondling her breasts, the other traveled lower, reaching beneath the waistband of her skirt and dipping into the heat of her body. She hadn't bothered to wear any underwear, and the nakedness he found further fueled his unchecked desire for her.

He quickly turned her around, nearly giving her whiplash as he slid her on top of her hood and continued to ravish her neck, his mouth sieging hers after a time and prompting her to respond. The kiss was fevered, and out of control. His lips were bruising, his tongue was urgent, she fisted one hand in his hair, the other reaching between them to stroke him through his slacks.

He groaned as her head fell back, taking full advantage of the exposed column of her neck. He nibbled on the line of her collarbone, he licked and sucked at her ears. And then he buried his face in her cleavage, his tongue laving at the sensitive flesh of her bosom.

When he thought he couldn't possibly stand another minute of the torture she was dishing out, he slid his hands under her ass, coaxing a surprised yelp from her as he hefted her into his arms and carried her over to his cruiser where he laid her on the hard plastic of his back seat, quickly disposing of his utility belt and throwing it around the open drivers side door into the front seat.

She laughed, her arms braced behind her as she watched officer Goodbody toss his hat and glasses to the ground as well. And when their eyes met, when she caught the feral look that glimmered in the fading light, she gasped, reaching out for him and popping a few of his buttons loose so that she could reach into his shirt and touch the tight muscles concealed within.

He groaned as her nails raked down his heated flesh, allowing her a minute to revel in the feel of his well-toned body before knocking her hands aside and kneeling on the ground before her. After nudging her back against the cold plastic seat of his cruiser, he pushed her skirt up around her waist and took her fully into his mouth.

Completely lost in the instant and overwhelming response of her body, she arched her back and gave herself over to the sensations his mouth evoked.

He flicked his tongue, teasing and taunting, tracing circles around the bud of her desire, delving into the heat of her core and tasting the sweetness of her nectar.

And she moaned, bucked and rotated her hips in her quest for release.

As she came, her moans long and low in her throat, he raised himself over her, fumbling with his belt buckle momentarily before managing to get his pants down around his ankles and force himself in one quick thrust into her tight and pulsing body.

Her legs wrapped around him, her fingers dug into his back, as she grasped at his shirt. And she rode the building momentum.

He was a flurry of movements, quick shallow thrusts, followed in intervals by deep slow penetration. His mouth was all over her upper body, devouring her breasts as they spilled over the top of her shirt, licking, sucking, kissing every inch of skin his mouth could find.

His hands wrapped around her waist, he plunged into her, further, faster, harder, deeper. And when her body crested the next peak, when her sheath tightened around him, milked him, he threw his head back and buried himself into her on a low moan as he found his own release, and he emptied his seed into her taut body, collapsing on top of her afterward.

Braced on his elbows, looking down into her sated and smiling face, he chuckled, pushing a lock of hair out of her eyes.

"Am I going to be getting a ticket, Officer?" She teased, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

He kissed the side of her neck, nuzzled her even. "Sorry, I just couldn't wait."

"Next time," she laughed, moving her shoulders against the uncomfortable seat of his squad car "Let's do this my car."



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All in a days work...

It's All in a Days Work....








He noticed her the moment she walked in.

The little bell above the door chimed, and she strode in, a feline smile etched across her face, hips swaying seductively as she strode toward him in those five-inch heels.

Her hemline flirted dangerously high up on her thighs, shifting with each step towards him. Gulping, he looked back down at the papers in front of him. In an attempt to pay attention to his customer, he watched her out of the corner of his eyes.

He could almost make out the curves of her buttocks as she turned and studied a poster on one wall. It was torture.

Somehow he managed to focus on the little old lady in front of him. Amazingly he was able to explain the charges on her latest bill. Watching all the while as the woman across the room taunted him, teased him.

The second his customer got up and left, she turned from the window, one eyebrow cocked as she looked him up and down.

His hair had been finger combed several times over, his dress shirt was rumpled, his tie a little crooked, but all in all, she liked what she saw.

"Hey." He said, trying with great effort to maintain his composure.

She crossed the office, back towards the door. "Hey," she called over her shoulder. "You get a lunch break, right?"

Looking down towards his computer screen at the time, he nodded. "Yeah, I'm due for one. What'd you have in mind?"

With her back to him, she flipped the open sign to closed, then turned and pressed her back against the door.

He just stared at her, half waiting for an answer, and half turned on by what he saw. She toyed with the hem of her skimpy little outfit for a minute, running her fingers along her thigh. He swallowed hard.

Watching as she slipped her hands behind her, he heard the lock of the door engage, and dared to ask when she still hadn't answered, "What did you have in mind?" His voice quivered, he fought to hold on, fumbling with his tie as he attempted to straighten it. Anything to take his mind off of her and what she was doing to him.

With her face angled down, her smile seemed to widen as she took a step towards him.

"Me." She said a little breathlessly, her fingers working the buttons on the front of her dress.

His jaw nearly dropped, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets, delighted, she threw her head back and laughed, and the sound vibrated through him like a bass drum, every nerve ending buzzing as she got closer.

She leaned a hip on one corner of his desk, the full skirt of her dress sliding up to expose the rounded bottom of one cheek, her creamy white thigh on complete display. He swallowed more audibly and stammered, "Wha-wha-what if somebody comes in? My boss could come back anytime now."

Her smile got bigger, brighter, if that was even possible, she batted her lashes, gripped his tie in her hands, fingering it. "What if he does?" She laughed, pulling him closer and nipping at his chin.

She slid down into his lap before he could protest, arching into him, and moaning with pleasure as her pelvis ground into his erection. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she buried her face in his throat, the tickle of his five o'clock shadow causing her to giggle as she nibbled and licked his sensitive skin.

She continued to rub against him, his head lolling back on his chair as she plundered and suckled at his earlobes. His hands began ravaging her body of their own volition, learning each and every curve as she molded herself against him.

"We really... can't... do this... here.. " he panted, more than just a little aroused.

Reaching behind her, she started pushing things off his desk, books and papers crashing to the floor as she slid up on top of the desk, pulling at his tie and urging him on top of her.

"You're absolutely right," she purred. "There's not nearly enough room in that chair for the both of us."

Laughing as he came down on top of her, cradled between her legs, her skirt up around her waist to bare the thin scrap of lace that separated him from her naked flesh, he could feel the heat that radiated from her body. Her scent, sweet and musky filled his senses, his head swam.

"That's not what I meant," he argued, nearly yelping when she reached between them and started stroking him through his slacks.

Her fingers wound around his belt, dispatching the buckle before slipping underneath his waistband and boxers to grip his silkened arousal. She squeezed and released, rubbed and massaged him as he buried himself in her open shirt front, nipping and licking at her exposed breasts.

Sliding his pants off his waist, she pulled him towards her, rubbed him over the lace barrier between her thighs, the moist heat of her heightening his desire for her, and ripping a groan from deep in his throat.

She moaned as she pushed aside her panties and slid the tip of him inside her damp core, rising up, he crushed his mouth to hers, smothering her sounds of pleasure as his tongue circled hers, capturing it and sucking it between his lips.

She continued to toy with him, squeezing her legs against his hips and pulling back every time he tried to thrust into her, placing a hand under her butt, he tried to urge her closer, but she laughed, sliding away from him until she was in a sitting position on the desk, and he standing, his pants around his ankles.

He took advantage of the moment though, of their position, kissing along the column of her throat, kneading her breasts and nipping at them through the lace of her bra, all the while, she continued to stroke him with one hand while she leaned back and braced herself with the other.

"Let's take this to the back room," he growled with his lips still pressed to hers a few moments later, knowing if he didn't have her soon he was going to explode.

Their mouths still desperately devouring each other, he shifted her closer. Pulling her against him, her legs wrapping around his waist, he held onto her bottom and very carefully walked with his legs shackled in his pants to the back of the office, flipping on a hall switch and kicking open the supply room with his foot.

He came down gently on his knees, slid her to the ground, and facing each other, began to slip her dress up her body, kissing the skin he exposed along the way, goosebumps rippling over her. Lifting the dress over her head, he pushed a mass of hair over the side of one shoulder and nibbled at the hollow between her neck and collarbone.

She made a mewling sound deep in her throat as his hands roamed her body, pinching at her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra, molding her slender torso, and flirting with the waistband of her
panties.

Her own fingers made quick work of his shirt, unbuttoning it and pushing it off his shoulders, his tie dangling down his naked chest. She curled her fingers around the silk, yanked his mouth away from where it dined on her flesh and pulled him down on top of her as she laid down on the hard floor.

Gulping in a last breath of air, they nearly suffocated in each other as their lips waged war on the other. As their tongues circled and danced, probed and flicked.

His hands worked deftly to rid her of the last barrier, flinging the scrap of lace towards the lit hallway, before lifting her butt off the floor and pushing himself into her in one hard thrust.

She gasped as the thick length of him filled her, stretched her, her body molding around the intruder as his thrusts began to build in a slow, sure, rhythm. Arching into him, she dug her heels into the floor, grasping for leverage, bringing their bodies closer.

He pushed himself into her, faster, harder, faster, harder. Their bodies slick with sweat as they moved against each other.

She moaned he growled, his face buried in her hair, her neck, he kissed and licked. She nipped at his jaw, her nails dug into his back, and still he pumped faster.

As the crescendo continued to build, her body caught fire, the flames bursting as she gasped for air, her body convulsing, pulsing around him, squeezing him, urging him, until he buried himself to the hilt.

She bit down on her bottom lip as the world exploded around her, in her. Colors erupting behind her eyelids as she melted into him, into the ecstasy, riding the waves of her orgasm through a powerful storm, the electricity buzzing and snapping around them.

With a last thrust, one that sent him deep into the abyss of her body, he came, the squalls crashing down on him, he nearly drowned in her. A release so potent, as to take him deep into the murky waters of pleasure, gasping and sputtering for air.

Collapsing on top of her, he panted, and gulped, his chest heaving with effort.

She stroked her fingernails along his damped back, eliciting a shiver from him as she laughed and reveled in their joining.

After a long moment, he raised himself up onto his elbows, looking down at her and smiling as she attempted to blow a lock of hair from her face.

With a gentle hand, he pushed the tendril out of the way, and kissed her sweetly on the forehead "What's for dessert?" He chuckled.

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