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Officer O'Shea (MF, first date, humor)
By SxyRedGrl@aol.com
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real people or events are entirely coincidental. The names of any places or
persons who appear in my stories are completely fictional.
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Officer Scott O'Shea was just about the friendliest person you'd ever run
across. He was warm and honest, but he tended to leave people with the
impression that he wasn't all that bright. Nevertheless, he had been a cop
for 10 years and served his community well. Scott was currently assigned to
a little known segment of the police department - a special unit that dealt
with schools - truancy, gangs, school vandalism, etc. Although he wished
to be out on the streets again, he didn't mind the solid Monday through Friday
work week the school assignment provided. And besides, there was a teacher
over at the elementary school that he enjoyed talking to.
I'd been teaching at the school a little over two years now. I'm single and
overweight - but have a charm and confidence about me that keeps my world
full of many friends. I enjoyed my talks with Officer O'Shea - he is very
entertaining and animated. He was always telling funny stories about what he
did over the weekend. My favorite so far was the tale about going up on the
roof his grandfather's hay barn to fix a leak. His grandpa insisted Scott
use one of those construction harnesses - similar to a parachute harness -
attached to a rope tied to something on the roof. The purpose of the
contraption was to prevent the wearer from hitting the ground if he slipped
and fell while up on the roof. Scott slipped, Scott fell, and Scott hung
upside down for 30 minutes flailing about trying to get his grandpa's
attention to let him loose.
Scott and I had been out on a few minor lunch dates before, but tonight was
gonna be the "real" date. I met him at a small hole-in-the-wall BBQ place
near the school and had a nice dinner. The food was good, although neither of
us ate a lot; we were laughing and talking and flirting too much. We were both
a little nervous, but the sexual tension was very thick in the air. I wanted
to have sex with him tonight, no matter what happened.
We left the restaurant in his big pick up truck - he had one of those big,
lifted 4x4 trucks with the extra cab.... I could barely get in it - let alone
gracefully in my dress. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed east. I
asked him where we were going and he told me we were going to this 'make out'
spot he hadn't been to since he was a teenager. I smiled and told him to
drive faster.
We seemed to be driving around in circles. Scott's little 'make out' place
was now the newest home remodeling store... so we pressed on to find another
dark and secluded place. We drove for another 45 minutes, covering most of
the city's secluded, but safe places. Scott knew what crime areas to stay
away from and he was also concerned about being right in the middle of things
and having one of his patrol buddies pull up on us and give him a hard time.
He didn't want to be giggled at in the next morning roll call.
Finally, we pulled into an industrial park and drove into the back of the
street maze. You know how industrial parks are - there is usually 1 road in
and a bunch of little feeder roads off of that. Scott parked in the parking
lot of the business that was farthest from the main road. He was nervous. I
didn't want Scott's tendency to mess things up to get in the way of our making
out tonight. I let him make the first move - he leaned across the cab of the
truck and lightly kissed me on the lips. That was ok but I wanted more. I
reached to him, grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me. I kissed him
passionately and his nervousness waned.
He was too far away from me, so he started to move over the center console to
my side of the truck as I laid my seat as far back as it would go. Scott
was getting clumsily hung up on the console - so to help him along, I flipped
it up for him. It was one of those console things that is a combo between a
glove box, cup holder and table top - it also flips up and becomes the seat
back for a center seat if you needed one. Well.... unfortunately, Scott
failed to lock the top of the glove box - and when I flipped it back - it
opened up into the back seat - spilling maps, his gun, papers, pens, and
loose change all over the back cab area!! It was all I could do not to
giggle - but I couldn't help it. Scott planted a huge kiss on my mouth and
got my mind back to sex instead of the loose change that was still rolling
around in the back.
He lifted my dress up and I shifted back so he could remove my panties. His
cock was hard and he rubbed it up and down the slit of my pussy - I was wet
and ready for him. We made out a little more and Scott eased his cock into
me... I pushed back on him and reminded him to use a condom. He pulled out
and asked me to help him to put it on. I agreed - but I wasn't very
knowledgeable about those things and I ended up trying to put the lubricated
side on the inside.... Ok, so that condom was messed up - Scott tossed it on
the floor of the truck. He opened the 2nd condom and put it on his cock
himself. This was trying to turn into a comedy of errors, not matter how
hard we fought it.
Scott slowly eased his cock into me. I had my feet up on the dashboard and
was laying way back in the seat. He was making love to me slowly and
methodically. I took my feet off the dash and put my feet on the headliner of
the roof. I reached up with my hands and undid the top part of my dress and
showed him my breasts. He began to suckle them like a baby - slowly and
tenderly. Scott was 'making love' to me. I didn't want to 'make love'.... I
wanted to fuck. I started grinding my hips around his fat cock. Scott
stopped after about the 4th or 5th grind and made a deep guttural noise - the
noise men make when cumming. He tried to stifle it... but I know that sound
too well.
He looked into my eyes - I asked him what was wrong... allowing him the
opportunity to either cover up the fact that he came so fast - or tell the
truth. He quickly looked over to the road and insisted he saw someone out
there. I looked, but saw nothing. Scott pulled out of me and moved back to
his side of the truck. He peered out into the darkness - looking for the
fictional 'person' wandering the industrial park so late at night. He
pointed out into the darkness and asked me what I thought I saw. I saw
nothing. I was disappointed that out evening was going so much poorer than I
had expected it to. Scott began to get a little nervous and I saw a look of
terror wash across his face as he realized his cock left me.. but left the
condom behind.
I reached down between my legs and pulled the wilted tube of latex out of my
pussy. Everything was wet down there - to this day, I don't know for certain
if it was wet from my wetness or wet from his cum leaking from the condom. I
assume he came prematurely - otherwise the condom would not have slipped off
his cock like that. Scott looked at me and asked what I was going to do with
the condom. What kind of question is that? I told him I wasn't planning on
re-using it and asked him if I opened to door, would the dome light come on.
I didn't want to blind myself and light up the world while tossing a used
condom into the middle of a parking lot. He flipped a switch on the light
and said it was safe to open the door... but sure enough, in his nervousness,
he flipped it the wrong way and I felt like we were bathed in 50,000
candle watts of light. Arg!!
I quickly tossed the condom and stepped out of the truck to straighten up my
dress. I got back in and Scott turned over the engine and started to drive
away. Scott was really overly nervous. I suggested that we leave the
industrial park and go to some other place - his house or a hotel. Scott was
starting to drive a little erratically - even though he was barely going 20
miles per hour through the park. I tried talking him down - I don't know why
he was freaking out so much. He started talking about how much trouble he'd
get in if his patrol buddies caught him having sex in his truck out on the
street... 'Conduct Unbecoming' is what he called it.
We finally made it back onto the main road that led up into the industrial
park. As we left the park, about 5 or 6 black and white patrol cars pulled
in!! Scott was completely mortified. He sped straight back to the BBQ
restaurant and dropped me off at my car. I told him everything was gonna be
ok and that we'd have to go out again sometime and just go to his place. He
calmed down and kissed me goodnight. He apologized for freaking out and
said he'd call me in the morning.
I got in my car and started the engine. All of a sudden, Scott started to
drive off. As soon as his truck got out of my line of sight, I could see why
he took off... two black and white patrol cars pulled into the lot. They
were just going to dinner... but in the state Scott was in... he didn't care.
For a first date - that was a pretty bad turn of events.