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EROTIC STORY #1 The Cop and a Transplant
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EROTIC STORY #1 The Cop and a Transplant I wrote this for a M4W ad on Craigslips, and nobody responded to it! I left it up for maybe a month. The first time it got flagged because it was not a direct solicitation for casual sex, and then I shortened it because the setup took too long. WELL, here is the long unabridged version! If you like it or dislike it, leave a comment as feedback. Prior to this I hadn't written anything in awhile, so I'm a little rusty. I suppose this is what really turns me on. Real life, real people, meeting and connecting just because that's the way it happened. Very natural. I tried to make these (stories 1 and 2) erotic from a woman's point of view, but... I'm not a woman, and I think I wrote just what turns ME on. So if any of you women read these, please let me know how I did. --------------------- I was annoyed. I didn't want to be on this job call, my shift had ended over an hour ago. I was stuck taking the disturbance report from some little old lady way out in the county fields. As soon as I got back to the station, the desk sergeant grabbed me. "Mike" he growled. "We got another one. Joey is out with Lou on patrol, and Hadley ain't in yet. That SOB is walking on thin ice. Just take this last call, should be an easy one. Some lady just moved to town, not used to the scene. Go take her report and try not to aggravate anyone." He really was pushing my nerves. Whatever. One stupid little disturbance and I'd be able to hit the pub and throw back a nice Guinness. I looked up her address: 39 Wells Lane, Apartment 3C. The old Worley building. Used to be a pretty swanky place, until the old man's gambling debt caught up with him and he was forced to sell. The new owners turned the place into a real craphole. I get there, and let myself in the foyer. The wood paneling is slightly rose colored, but it is dulled by time. The elevator doesn't respond. Whatever. I take the stairs. The third floor is well lit, but the yellow wallpaper is sickly. It reminds me of jaundice. I reach apartment 3C, and give three clear knocks. ---- Julie never wanted to move here. The town was on the smaller side, not quite a city. There were a few tall buildings around her apartment, but it was mostly houses until the pastures opened up. This place was affordable, and located close to the state's capital. She had arrived the week before, and was still settling in. The building was creaky and old, and the other residents appeared seedy at times, although some had returned her greetings in the halls. She had just gotten back from work, and was unlocking her door. She stepped through- and saw a figure dash out her window onto the fire escape! She shrieked and froze, unsure of what to do. She looked around. Nothing appeared missing, but she was so rattled she could barely focus. She finally managed to get out her phone and call the police. The dispatcher told her they would send someone at as soon as they could, but all units were occupied. She hung up, and went over to the window where the figure had escaped. She closed it and locked it, drawing the blinds. She put some water on for tea, a good cup would help calm her nerves. The teapot began to whistle, and as she was pouring she heard three knocks at the door. She looked nervously through the peep hole, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the badge on the other side. Her small hands undid the locks and latches, and the door creaked open. "Mrs. Murphy? My name is Officer Daniels, but you may call me Mike. I am responding to a disturbance call?" "Yes, thank you for coming! I have been a ball of nerves sitting here." "Mrs. Murphy, please tell me what happened." "Please, call me Julie... I had just gotten home from work- I was opening my door- and as I did- I saw a figure run out of my apartment down the fire escape!" "Were you hurt in any way?" "No." "You live here by yourself?" "Yes." "Was anything stolen?" "Not that I can tell, but I haven't done a thorough check. I apologize for the mess, I just recently moved here and have not yet had a chance to unpack." "That's alright M'am-" "Please, call me Julie." "I'm sorry Miss, force of habit. I've got all the information I need to file this, if you find anything has been lifted please don't hesitate to contact us. Here is my cell phone number too if you happen to need anything." "Officer, your private number? Is this routine?" "Well, no... You said you were new around here and so I thought I would offer my service. I know how lonely you can get moving into a small town like this by yourself. I did the same thing myself a few years back." She had made me blush at her question. I remained professional through the whole call, but I could not shake the nagging feeling that I found this woman immensely attractive. "That's very sweet, Officer Daniels." "Please, call me Mike..." ---- She called. Julie hadn't waited too long, two days. Just long enough to let me stir in my own crazy. I was on patrol at the time, but she left a message. "Mike, this is Julie from the other night. I didn't mention it at the time, but I think I know who the intruder was. Please, when you have a chance, call me back." Huh. I don't like it when people don't share all the details of a problem with me. Especially a problem I've been called to fix. What was now a random break in could be a targeted- anything! She still didn't give me the info! I had to talk to her. I called her phone- voicemail. I freaked. What if it was an ex boyfriend? Ex husband? Vengeful ex something? I called dispatch and told them I was on my way to a disturbance at Julie's address. "Same place as the other night?" "Yeah." I got there, didn't even bother with the elevator. I hustled up to the third floor, and stopped in front of her door. It was slightly ajar. I knocked it, and it opened. "Hello- Julie?" No answer. The place was even more a mess than the last time- like someone had pawed through it. I could hear water running. I followed the sound to the bathroom, and pushed the door. "AIIIEEEE!!!" "OH JESUS I'M SORRY!" I had walked in on Julie in the bath. She had bubbles in her ears, and luckily (for me) only her head was showing through. I stumbled into the hallway, falling back across the wall and shutting the bathroom door at the same time. I picked myself up and knocked on the door. She appeared clean, wrapped in a towel. "You scared the crap out of me Mike!" "I'm sorry, but.. Why was your front door wide open? That is stupid and dangerous in this building." "Because I knew you'd come..." She dropped her towel. I stood dumbfounded as she slid up to me, caressed my cheek, and kissed me. It seemed like an eternity, I did not want that kiss to end. We both gasped for air. "From the second I saw you at the door I knew I needed to have you." "From the second you opened the door I knew you'd have me." The radio barked. "ALL UNITS, WE GOT AN ACTIVE SHOOTER, BIG DADDY Z'S AT THE MALL" SHIT. "I've got to go." "Just... come back." ---- It'd been a few months, I got to see Julie regularly. That doesn't mean often. Our schedules didn't line up too much, and we got together about once a week, if we could. I'd given her a key to my place, and I had one for hers. This was starting to feel like the new start I'd sought so many years ago... ---- I got home, long day. There wasn't much action, but you've got to keep alert, and that's an energy drain. I skipped the pub and went straight home to a nice hot shower. All nice and clean, I went to watch my taped shows until I was ready to turn in. Well that day, I just sort of fell asleep sprawled on the couch with the TV running. I never heard her come in. Julie thought it would be a great surprise to show up at Mike's place. She didn't tell him she had taken some time off, and so she just went. When she got there, she saw the TV flicker from under the door, and paused. Great, she thought. My element of surprise is ruined. So she stopped trying to be sneaky and clobbered the door open. When she saw Mike passed out she regained her playful devilishness. Julie went into the bathroom, and took a quick shower. Then, in nothing but her lace panties, she strutted out to where Mike was laying. She gazed at him, and just the thought of kissing him made her swoon. She let her hand slide down her panties, where she massaged her moistening slit. She took her other hand, and slipped it down Mike's pants. He didn't move. His breathing remained steady and light. She took a gentle grasp of his cock, and slowly rubbed it. It grew. She removed her hand, and then took her panties off. Her hairy bush now exposed, she stroked herself some more. She then slid her middle finger into her glistening pussy, and then worked her index into it. She moaned slightly. Mike shifted- but did not awake. She removed her fingers, and held them under his nose. He breathed in, she exhaled. He was still asleep! Hmph. Well then, time to take out the big guns. She ever so carefully unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped them. She knelt, and stuck her face in his crotch, taking a large inhale. The erotic smell of a clean penis. She carefully took it in her mouth, and began to slowly suck... Mike was having THE BEST dream. He had been riding a flying motor cycle, and then it crashed into a giant salmon. The salmon said, "Eat me," in a ridiculous echoing voice. Mike was not a big fish guy, but he dove right in. As he bit the salmon's tail, it smiled. It twisted it's body like a snake and started sucking his cock? He couldn't help but feel strangely aroused at whole thing. He took another bite of the salmon's tail. "OW!" Mike sat up quick, and smashed his face into Julie's hairy pussy. "What the fuck?!" Julie scrambled off him, grinning. He just looked at her, down at his erect penis, still covered in saliva. "Jesus, Julie. Are you OK?" "Yea, you gave me a little nip, and then headbutted my vag. Nothing serious, although I might feel that tomorrow. I'd like it if you could be sure of it..." I laughed. She was as dirty as any guy I'd ever known. We sat down on the couch, and kissed. I felt her hand on my cock, and I squeezed her breast with my hand that could reach. My other hand was stroking her beautiful pussy... She broke the kiss. Looked me in the eye, grabbed my hair, and pushed my head down between her legs. I took a huge waft, exhaling the vapors of heaven. I kissed her thighs, the licked them. I gently rubbed her clit, and then let my hands grab her ass. The better to pull my face into her with. I began to slowly lick- big broad tongue strokes. Then a small tip flicker. I make out with her pussy, I try to get my tongue as deep as I can- then I suck it like slurpee. My right hand comes around, and I put my thumb on her butthole. I gently press it, careful not to penetrate. I rub it with some mild force, all while I keep my main focus on the licking. She moans, and strokes my hair. I take my left arm and squeeze her breast, and gently pinch her nipple between my thumb and index finger. I don't know how long this went on, but I could tell she was<b> getting off. </font></b>Her breathing increased to a steady rhythm, heightened gasps, I could swear she was breathing, "I love you" with her sounds. I focused my right hand harder on her butt, with more of a vibrating jerk. She bucked a little- grabbed my hair hard- and came in my face. I slurped it all up. It was sweet. She relaxed, and sat up. "Your turn." |
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