I’m a fairly attractive girl in my mid-twenties, but one thing I am not is a badge chaser. I’ve managed to mangle my driving record so badly that I’ll probably never get my license back. So obviously I try to avoid law enforcement at all costs, especially when I’m driving.
When I began working nights at a local convenience store, I was naturally rather distressed when the local police officers began hanging out there while I worked my shift. I did my best to engage them in conversation and listen to their stories, all the while praying that they never ran my license plate.
However, shortly after I began working there, an officer walked in whom I hadn’t yet met. His name was Ralph, and he was the sexiest man I’d seen in a very long while, with black hair, dark eyes, and a gorgeous smile. As time went on I caught myself wondering what it would feel like to run my hands over his smooth, olive skin. We soon became friendly and spoke at length about all kinds of things, and I began to look forward to the nights when I knew he would come in. I knew it was nuts to interact with a cop like that, but the attraction just grew stronger all the time.
Inevitably the night came when our conversation took on a sexual tone. We found ourselves discussing the wildest things we had ever done, and the most interesting places we’d ever done them in. I knew that was a dangerous conversation for me to have, but I was intensely turned on and found it difficult to stop. Eventually Ralph asked me what I would like to do that I hadn’t experienced yet. I felt the heat creeping across my face as an image came to my mind—an image of Ralph sitting in his police cruiser with his pants unzipped while I rode his dick. Suddenly I was hit by an uncharacteristic wave of shyness.
“I can’t tell you that,” I answered.
“Does it have anything to do with blue lights?” he asked, smiling.
Mercifully, at that moment he got a call and had to leave. But his last question had made me so excited I was afraid that when I got up from where I’d been sitting on the counter, I would leave a wet spot.
Once he was out the door, I locked it. But instead of going to stock the cooler like I was supposed to, I went to the bathroom and took off my jeans and panties. My panties were soaked, and my nipples were so hard they could have cut glass. I leaned my back against the wall and got a shock of pleasure as I slid a finger across my clit. Again I pictured Ralph sitting in his cruiser, unzipping his pants, with me next to him watching his erection spring up toward his belt.
In my fantasy I was wearing a skirt, which he pushed up over my hips. Then, with painful slowness, he planted the lightest of kisses all over my pussy, eventually sliding his tongue in and flicking it over my clit while he stroked his dick with his hand. Then he put his hands on my hips and pulled me onto his lap with my back against his chest. I could almost feel his hands clutching at my breasts. As I imagined him pushing his cock into my pussy, my breathing got heavier. I slid two fingers into my cunt and fucked it. With my other hand I stroked my clit, moving faster as I fantasized that it was his dick inside me and his fingers on my clit, and that his other hand was pinching my nipples.
“Is this what you wanted?” he murmured in a low voice while he sucked on my neck.
“Oh God, yes,” I moaned. The echo suddenly ringing in my ears told me that I’d actually said those words out loud.
It felt so good, and the fantasy was so real! I could feel his badge pressing into my back, and the delicious ache in my thighs as I fucked him harder. My legs got weak as I felt the gush of his hot, creamy come spurt up inside me, even though I knew that it was actually my own as it ran over my fingers. I slid down the wall and sank to my knees as waves of pleasure washed over me.
I knelt there for a long minute, waiting for my heart to return to its normal speed, and wondering if Ralph could possibly be that good in real life. Well, it turned out that he was!
—S.T., San Jose, California