This would remove the pressure of feeling obliged to go to a hotel or do something that didn’t feel quite right which could ruin the fantasy forever... Then, when we returned home, we could decide if the chemistry was there and either agree to meet again to take things further or, to diplomatically decline without hurting anyone’s feelings.The only other concern we had was that where we lived was such a small place, we needed to be really careful with anonymity. We had been chatting to a few. The sound of her voice, and the simplistic beauty of her words, caused him to become even harder, throbbing to the point that he thought he had never had such exquisite torture. He moved between her legs, and gently guided his member into her waiting body. He was no sooner there, when the instinct to thrust took over, and soon they were lost in the dance that has been known to lovers since the beginning of time. She drew her knees up toward her body for a bit, and then she wrapped them around. ”“I bet you can, now turn around and put your hands behind your back.”She then turned me around, pushed me against the car and slapped the cuffs on my wrists. She spun me around and wrapped her hand around my cock. “What’s your name, Sir?” She asked, as her hand stroked the hard shaft while pulling down the zipper of her jacket. Looking at her name tag, I replied, “Stu, Officer Manning.””Well Stu, it looks like that big baton of yours is in desperate need of some relief.”Before I could say. "On the bed were the prettiest panties I'd ever seen! Bright red withlots of lace and bow ties. Could I actually wear these with someoneelse around? My desire was more powerful than my shame. I undressedand put on the panties. They fit perfectly and felt so extraordinarilygood. I heard Pat say "don't keep me waiting." I quickly put myclothes on over the panties and, with much trepidation, went to theliving room. In a very stern to tone she said "I didn't tell say youshould put back your.