Wednesday, December 15, 2010

I WAITED UNTIL SHE WAS ON ONE...



During the course of the next nine months, she kept me informed in pretty graphic details of her get-to-getters with Cliff, and I kept responding that Cliff was not only having all the fun, but enjoying looking and touching her body, while all I could do was imagine what she looked like.


About a year ago, she wrote she was no longer seeing Cliff, but someone else had come into her life. While driving to work one morning, she made her usual stop for donuts, then continued on to the office. She was just a block from the office when she heard a siren behind her. Instead of pulling over, she continued to the parking lot. The cop followed. He was black; over six feet two; built like a swimmer, and had the "sexiest" smile. As he talked, the aroma on the donuts wafted thru the open window, He made a comment about how good they smelled and Celeste asked if he would like one.


Are you trying to bribe a police office?" He asked.


She said she gave him her biggest smile and coyly answered, "yes."


Instead of giving her a ticket for going 47 in a 35 mph zone, he gave her a warning ticket.


"You really need some coffee to go with the donut; want to come in while I fix a pot?" He said yes, and followed her into the office. He came back the next day and had refreshments again.


Tuesday of the following week, after eating his donut he surprised her, by lifting her off her feet, pressed his mouth against hers and drove his tongue nearly down her throat. She wrote about how wet her pussy had gotten and how she felt his cock growing hard, pressing against her groin. It wasn't long before he had her blouse open and was sucking on her large breasts. Minutes later, she was rubbing his cock through his uniform trousers. At first, she thought she was rubbing his Billy club.


Depositing her on the edge of her desk, he undid his gun belt, regular belt, opened his pants, and pulled his cock out of the opening of his boxer shorts. She said she nearly fainted when she saw his size. At least ten inches long and nearly as thick as her wrist. She wrote that her first thoughts were she wouldn't be able to take him in either her mouth or pussy. She did both that day, and a couple times a week for a couple of months. Once, they nearly got caught, having forgotten to lock the front door while fucking on the bosses desk. Again, I wrote her how the cop was getting to see and do everything and I didn't.


During this time, our correspondence became sporadic, she going a week to ten days between emails. When she did write, it was asking for advice. The policeman was getting serious; he loved her, she loved him, but she loved her husband more. The sex with the cop was terrific, maybe better that with her husband, but she knew she couldn't leave Peter,


Being the elder statesman, I advised about not getting into these situations in the first place, and if she truly loved her husband, then kiss the cop goodbye. She couldn't, she didn't want to hurt him. Well, she finally took my advice and broke it off with the cop.


Two weeks went by, and no word from her. I wrote; no answer. A week later, I wrote again; still no answer. By now I figured she wanted to break off the correspondence.


THEN ---- !


Out of the blue, she wrote, asking if I would like to see some pictures of the type I'd been wanting?.

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