She took off two of her top buttons of her denim shirt to reveal her deep cleavage. I was literally drooling seeing the sight of her black bra and cle...vage. I started rubbing her thighs, she was getting turned on. In a flash, she turned towards me and started kissing me like an animal. Now she was sitting on my lap and I was smooching her lips. I slid my hand into her back and started rubbing it. I started kissing her neck and cleavage. Now we didn’t give a damn about what’s happening outside. She is ten years younger than me at twenty-five, about 5' 6", long dark hair, chestnut brown eyes, full bodied lips and a smile that would make any man weak at the knees. We had undergone basic training together and were generally side by side ever since. But she always having had a boyfriend, and me being married, nothing serious ever happened. She knew I wanted to fuck her, and she had made it plain that she wanted to fuck me. Over the years when drunk we had engaged in over the top flirting. I was equally sure it wasn’t the heart I followed.Of course it was a pile of Nubhir poop, following my instincts rather than what I should have done was the reason I was down here in the first place.I wondered how many million passengers passed through Twilight every day and the worst thing ever happening to them was perhaps an overpriced meal or a stolen shopping bag, but I had to slide headlong into trouble on the very first stop on my journey. I wondered what would have happened if I had. "No... it feels so FUCKING GOOD!" I yelled out. It was then we heard the sirens. The sirens of a police car. Apparently, an older woman had seen us, and as her husband watched with fascination, she had called the police. A strong police officer pulled Austin off me, much to my despair, I was close to cumming and so was Austin. A different officer, black, tall, and as I could feel, muscular, pulled my hands across my back, cuffing them, and pulling me upright and leading me to a separate car.