Courtesy of I was standing there at the quay being held by Trish Collett, the TV star, and I couldn’t believe it was happening. My body started to respond as desire uncoiled inside me. I put my arms around her and bent my head down to kiss her gently on the top of her head.
Trish turned her head upwards to find my mouth, and she kissed me softly, holding the kiss for a moment. After we broke it, she held her face up, waiting for me to make the next move. I kissed her again as an aching need for this beautiful woman rose inside me.
“I’ve got a room in the hotel,” she said after a short pause. “Would you like to come upstairs for awhile?”
“I think I’d like that very much,” I said. I felt like I was in a dream.
We walked back to the hotel, with Trish holding her arm around my waist and resting her head against my left shoulder. As we approached the front entrance from across the street, we saw a few people in the foyer. Two camera flashes went off in quick succession. “Now the trick is to get upstairs without anyone knowing,” Trish said.
“There’s a side entrance. The night manager showed me when I was here taking a report of a burglary,” I said. I took Trish to the side entrance, and we slipped in and found the service elevator. “Are things always this complicated for you?” I asked.
“Sometimes,” Trish answered. She pointed at a security camera in the corner of the elevator. “You could still end up in the papers,” she said, flashing me that mischievous, little girl smile. We stopped at Trish’s floor, and she stepped out of the elevator to make sure the coast was clear.
As soon as we were inside her room, Trish turned on her heels to face me and said, “Now we’re alone, and nobody knows we’re here.”
I was a cop, trained and experienced in taking charge of situations, but suddenly I felt like a young guy going to bed with a woman for the first time. “I’ll be honest with you,” I smiled. “I can hardly believe I’m here with you.”
“You know what?” she smiled. “I haven’t done this for a long time, and I’m nervous, too.”
My nerves were forgotten as I kissed her, holding the kiss, taking control. I offered a little tongue, which was accepted graciously. We kissed gently, exploring each other’s mouths. I felt myself becoming more excited by the minute. We broke for air, and Trish gently pushed me against the bed.
Trish put her hands behind my neck as we kissed hungrily. With our mouths still locked together, I put my hands on her waist as I leaned back to lie across the bed. Trish lifted herself so as I lay back, she knelt on the bed, straddling me.
With a delighted smile, she said, “Now, I’ve got you in my clutches, Mark Stockton, and you’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my way with you.”
“Not that I’d even think of trying to escape,” I said as I reached up and unzipped her skirt at the back.
“Oooh,” Trish said, grinning. “Taking liberties now, are we?” I pulled at the hem of her short skirt, feeling it slide down her bottom and come loose. I saw she was wearing a pair of black lace bikini briefs. I gently placed the palm of my right hand on her bottom, caressing her firm buttocks through the lace material.
I ran my fingers up and down her cleft a few times, barely reaching her pussy as we kissed, our tongues gently venturing forward to explore each other’s mouths, inhaling each other’s breath and fanning each other’s desire. I very gently moved my right hand down to the crotch of Trish’s panties, and I felt the warmth from her pussy through the thin material.
I felt for the side of her panties and gently worked the first finger of my right hand inside, feeling her soft pubic hair and then the moist, warm, and slick wetness of her pussy. Trish shuddered a little and then kissed me again, her mouth feeling warmer now. She whispered, “Keep going.”
I placed my left palm gently onto Trish’s right buttock as my finger teasingly explored her pussy, not probing, but gently parting the inner lips, feeling the warmth and the wetness. Then I slipped my left hand inside and caressed the smooth skin of her right buttock at the same time.
“You’re very wet,” I said, speaking softly.
Still straddling me, she reached down with her right hand and gently touched my hard tool through my jeans. She said, “I’m not the only one getting excited here.”
I released my hand from her panties and brought it to my lips. With Trish watching me intently, I tasted the sweet, tangy juices that had just come from that very special part of her beautiful body.
Trish climbed off me to lie on the bed to my side. She parted her legs a little and placed her own hand down inside her black lace panties, and she gently touched her own pussy. “Ooh, I tickled myself,” she said, delightedly, and she explored herself with two fingers for a moment or two, still making eye contact the whole time. Her breathing deepened a little as she moved her fingers around, and then she took them out, glistening with fluid, and held them to my mouth, inviting me to taste her again.
When Trish took her fingers from my lips, I moved over to kiss her deeply, making sure she got some of the taste of her own pussy from my lips and tongue. I lifted the front of her lace panties and looked down at her exposed pubic hair. I noticed she had it waxed into an inch-wide landing strip.
A continuation of Two Officers, by Taverner
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