He pulled into a parking spot and the little motel they had used last week. He had talked to her last night, and knew she would be ready to meet him again today at 10:00. He wanted to get the room so they wouldn't have to waste any time. He walked up to the desk clerk who remembered him from last week. She said "Hello Mr. Smith, your room is ready, the other party is already here,β and handed him a key.
"There must be some mistake,β he said. "There's not another member of my party." The clerk just smiled at him, and handed him a small envelope. He went out to his car and opened the envelope, unsure of what was going on, and in his normal police officer mind frame, a little suspicious. He opened the envelope, and his truck was filled with her scent. The paper inside said simply "Hurry!! T."
He took the steps two at a time, wondering, what in the world has this crazy lady done. He put the key in the door and it opened to glowing candlelight and the scent of Pleasures, her scent, but she was not there. He entered and closed the door behind him. As his eyes adjusted to the blaze of about 25 candles, he noticed that the bed was drawn back. The regular motel covers were gone from the bed, and had been replaced by black satin sheets and a white lacy comforter. Soft music from her favorite Chicago song, Color My World, was playing from some unseen source.
The bed had been turned back, and there was a note in the middle of it that said "Sit Down.β He sat down on the edge of the bed. On the night stand, there was a bottle of jasmine scented oil, and he saw the glint of metal. He looked, and saw a pair of handcuffs lying there. He thought "Hummm, this isn't right, she said never, never would anybody put handcuffs on her." As he thought, he placed his hand on his side where she had left her handprints and thought "I need to handcuff her so she don't mark me up so bad,", and chuckled under his breath.
Just then, he heard a soft sound behind him. He turned and she was standing there. She was wearing a black satin combing coat with a badge pinned on it. He could see a glimpse of white lace peeking out, and lots of deep, dark cleavage. He said "What's up? How long have you been here?"
She said nothing, but placed her finger on her lips and went "ssssshhhhhh.β Her nails were well manicured with French tips, and her skin looked golden in the candle light.
He felt the compression of the bed behind him and tried to turn, but she said "Don't Move." I believe you might be under arrest. He chuckled, amused at her active imagination, but somewhat puzzled because her normal chatter was missing. He felt her moving across the bed toward him, and felt her breath against his ear. He felt something poke him in the small of his back, and she said "Up against the wall."
He moved slowly. He was not really sure what was going on, they had only known each other a short time and he really did not know whether she might be a nut or something, but he moved. She said "Spread em." He put his arms against the wall and spread his legs. He felt her reach around him and rub his chest, arms and back. Then she reached back around and began unbuttoning this shirt. She worked silently, never saying anything. She stripped his shirt off and then her hands and fingers were exploring his upper body, her hot breath blowing on his back. He was intrigued to say the least. He tried to turn around but she said " Not so fast, I haven't finished frisking you yet, you might have a weapon, after all, I hardly know you." So he stood there.
She knelt behind him and untied his shoes, one at a time, removing them and then each sock. Then, her hands traveled up his leg, rubbing and feeling, as if she was looking for something. She worked on each leg this way and then finally, reached his crotch. She said "Hummmm, just as I figured, you are carrying a concealed weapon." Then, her fingers unbuckled his belt and she took off his pants and shorts. Her hands were back on his legs, up to his crotch, and she grabbed his cock, causing him to jump at first, then take a long deep breath.