I was on a short business trip to New York when I found myself witnessing a kidnapping. I had just exited an office building where I had been interviewing for a job with a major marketing company when I nearly collided with a young, pretty woman who was walking past. She nodded acknowledgement of my "excuse me, sorry" and continued walking. Since she was very pretty I kept watching her as she continued down the street.
When she was about three doors away, a dark colored panel truck skidded to a halt next to her, the side door slid open and a man jumped out and grabbed the girl. In the time it took me to react and start toward the struggling pair, the man had tossed her into the truck and the truck began to drive away.
Uncharacteristically, the New York traffic there was light that day and I knew I couldn't reach them in time to help. But I did have two things I could do. I grabbed my pen and wrote the license number of the truck on the first thing available to me--my hand. And then I took out my cell phone and dialed 911. After I gave a report to the 911 operator, including which way the van had turned when it reached the corner, she told me to stay on the line and to remain where I was.
When she came back on the line, she told me that a detective would join me very soon. I told her I wouldn't move. Later, I was extremely happy that I made that decision.
In just a few minutes, a car pulled up and a woman wearing a badge got out of the car, looked around, then zeroed in on me and walked toward me.
"Are you the man who reported the kidnapping?" she asked me. When I shook my head "yes" she continued, "I'm Detective Benson. Olivia Benson. I need to ask you some questions."
She continued talking, but I didn't hear what she was saying, because I was staring at her. She was beautiful, not in the glamorous, movie star way, but in the "I can't take my eyes off you" way. She was tall, with dark, full hair and eyes that I could have looked at all day. She had on a pantsuit and jacket, so I couldn't see her legs, but under the jacket I could see that she had large, full breasts.
Coming back to reality, I said, "I'm sorry, but I didn't hear what you were saying. I guess I'm pretty shook up by what happened."
"No need to apologize," Detective Benson said, "That could happen to anyone, but I will say that you reacted very quickly in getting the license number and calling it in. That should help us a lot. In fact, the van apparently has been spotted and my partner is with the cars that are trying to stop it right now."
She continued, "Now we need to go to our station house and get a full statement from you."
We got in her unmarked car and in a few minutes I was sitting at her desk as she prepared to take my statement. Before she sat down she removed her jacket and hung it on the back of her chair. As she twisted around to do this, her breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse and I thought I could see the nipple on her left breast pushing out. I hoped the hard-on I was getting wasn't noticable.
About half-an-hour later Oliva was wrapping up her questions, which had been very inclusive and which had brought out some details I hadn't realized I had seen. Toward the end of the session she asked me why I had been at that location and I explained to her that I was living in Los Angeles now, but was in New York checking out a strong job possibility.
At that moment her lieutenant walked up and told us that the van had been stopped and two men taken into custody. The woman who had been kidnapped was shaken up and taken to the hospital for a check-up, but seemed to be completely unharmed. He noted that it was possible that these two men were responsible for two other kidnappings where the woman had been raped and beaten before being released.
"Well," Olivia said, "since they were picked up with the victim and she'll be able to testify to that, we might only need you if this goes to trial and you have to testify about seeing the kidnapping and getting the license number. I have your information in Los Angeles, but if you do move here, please let me know how we can get in touch with you. And," she continued, "if I can ever do anything for you, give me a call."
"Actually," I said, "there is something you might do for me. You know I'm a visitor here, and I really hate to eat alone. Would you consider having dinner with me tonight?"
She laughed a beautiful laugh and said, "I don't usually socialize with witnesses, but I guess it's not likely there will be a trial and even so, your role wouldn't be crucial, and I do have to eat, so, yes, I would be happy to have dinner with you, but I'll have to finish my report first."
My spirits and my penis soared.
When I told her which hotel I was staying at, she remarked that their restaurant was top rated and she had never been there. We agreed to meet in the lobby at 8 o'clock.
She had an officer drive me back to my hotel where I had the concierge make dinner reservations, with the stipulation that I be given a very quiet, private booth. In my room I showered, shaved and dressed with special care. At 7:45 I was in the lobby waiting. Five minutes later, Olivia arrived and I noted that the eyes of all the men in the lobby followed her as she walked toward me.
It was understandable. Olivia had changed from her work clothes into a spectacular, short cocktail dress that emphasized her long, slender legs and her breasts. The bodice was cut low and the tops of her full breasts bounced above the material as she walked. I was surprised but delighted when Olivia greeted me with a firm hug, one that pressed her breasts against my chest.
"It's nice to get away from work," she said. "It's not too often that I have the chance."
"It's definitely my pleasure," I said, as we walked to the entrance and were shown to our booth. "I think I'm the envy of every man here," I said. She waved off the compliment, but her eyes were sparkling as we were seated.
We had two glasses of red wine before dinner and then finished off the bottle and started on another during our meal. The quiet atmosphere and the wine lent itself to almost two hours of extensive conversation. After I answered Olivia's questions about me--my background, my jobs, my marital status (once engaged but never married)--I steered the conversation to Olivia, but I was very careful not to ask her questions about her job, or why she liked working in the Special Victims Unit, or if she had ever shot anyone, or how she could work year-after-year dealing with such tragic victims.
I sensed that Oliva wanted an "away" night, where she could as best as possible forget about the evil that was always out there and that she had to deal with day after day.
As we talked and talked and later sipped our after-dinner drinks, Olivia moved even closer to me and I could feel her soft, warm thigh against my leg.
Her voice was low and throaty as she said "Corey, I have never talked this much about myself to anyone. I'm a very private person who has been hurt several times in my life, so I tend not to let anyone get too close to me. But I feel so comfortable with you that I'm almost afraid to let this go on, but I desperately want it to. Can we go to your room now?"
I wanted to yell "yes, yes, yes," but I had just opened my mouth to reply when she giggled (we had had quite a bit of wine), snuggled even closer to me and said "Wait, I haven't read you your rights."
That confused me momentarily, but I kept still as she put her mouth next to my ear and whispered "You have the right to remain as silent as possible."
Then she put her hand over the enlarging bulge in my pants and said "You have the right to become totally aroused and hard."
I was in the process of exercising that right when she began stroking my penis through my pants and whispered "You have the right to show me how much you like this." Her breath was warm in my ear and her hand moved faster and faster. The combination soon did its work and I ejaculated into my shorts.
Olivia threw her arms around me and began kissing me. Her lips were warm and full and her tongue was wet and sexy as it darted in and out of my mouth. I joined in the French kissing.
After a minute, she pulled slightly away from me and said "I hope you recover quickly, because I'm going to expect great things from you tonight."
