Detective Angela Fox had been with the department for ten years. She moved to the Homicide Unit just six months prior. Angela specialized in "special victims" crimes; this meant children, mentally handicapped and the elderly. Her job was already taking an emotional toll on her, and she needed to find a release soon.
Angela was an average looking woman. She stood about 5'3" and was a little curvy at 140 lbs. She had shoulder length strawberry blond hair and dark brown eyes. Her nose was upturned and her friends always said it reminded them of a fairy's nose. She was pretty, but not movie star hot rather a girl next door cute. However, with her average looks, she was also one of the nicest cops anyone knew. She would have given anyone the shirt off her back.
Angela was also very flirty, in a friendly way, but still openly flirty with her male counterparts. Because of this, Angela got more attention than most of the other female cops. Not they they minded, because she was so damn nice, and even got some of Angela's flirty attention.
Angela's husband, Brian, of eight years had packed his bags one night, while she was out on a particularly gruesome crime scene, and left. No explanation at the time. Just took the dog, his clothes and he was gone. It had been about four months since he bailed on their marriage. Angela did get the dog, a German Shepherd named Bear, back; but the husband filed for divorce last week.
There had been plenty of interest shown to Angela's new relationship status. It seemed like there were quite a few guys (and even a couple of gals) that wanted their chance with Angela Fox.
It was a cool, late September morning. At about 4:00 am, Angela and Bear were out for their morning jog around a park near Angela's home. The park was in a perfect squared block, the perimeter just over a mile and a half. As she rounded the first corner of her third and final lap she noticed a marked patrol car parked about a quarter way down the block, facing her. As she jogged toward the car she noticed a lone male officer in the driver seat. It was too dark to make out any facial features of the lone patrolman, even with the glow of the computer on his face, but Angela thought he looked familiar.
Angela continued past the squad car. Minutes later as she rounded the third corner of the park she noticed the same squad car coming around the last corner and approaching her. The squad was moving extremely slowly, as it drew nearer Angela noticed the passenger side window was rolled down. Curious, to catch a better glimpse of the mysterious beat cop, Angela slowed her jog to a brisk walk. "Beautiful Shepherd you have there," a male voice came from the vehicle.
"Thank you," Angela replied. She was going to keep walking when she noticed the vehicle had stopped. She looked over and realized the driver was her friend David Grimes. They had worked together in East patrol for several years before Angela moved to the detectives bureau. "Oh my God! David! I didn't know you were down here on the South End now." Angela gushed, she realized she probably sounded just a little to excited to see him and blushed. Thank goodness it was too dark to see her reddening cheeks.
Police Officer David Grimes shifted the vehicle into park, got out and met Angela on the sidewalk. "Your dog isn't gonna eat me? Is he?" David said as he tentatively reached his hand out. Bear let David pet him and before Angela could answer, David and the dog were best friends. But David didn't get out of the squad to check Bear out, but rather to take in his old beat partner's curvy figure.
"I guess not, David. He usually doesn't warm up to people so quickly," Angela said. She was starting at David, very much attracted to him, and amazed Bear wasn't trying the gnaw his arm off.
David was a handsome man. He was about 5'10" and very muscular. Not like a body builder but lean like a fighter. He kept his hair buzzed, which Angela typically didn't like, but David looked good without extra hair. He had gorgeous green eyes and masculine facial features. He was almost 40, however even with a little scarring and faint crows feet, David barely looked older than 30.
David always had a smile on his face when he was around Angela. He could barely contain it, she was just so nice, and he found her very attractive. David reached down to Bear and started rubbing the dog's belly. Angela was wearing very short pink Under Armor running shorts and a purple sports bra, exposing her soft belly and her ample bosom. As David knelt down to play with Bear, he couldn't help but notice Angela's thick thighs disappearing in her shorts right at the apple of her ass.
"I hope you're not relying on this guy for protection," David gestured toward Bear.
Angela chuckled, "Maybe. Or maybe I can protect myself. Did you need to pat me down for any weapons or contraband Officer Grimes?"
A grin spread across David's face, "Ma'am, for your safety and mine, I'll need to step over to my vehicle." David led Angela over to the front of his patrol vehicle, "place your hands on the hood," he gestured. "Now go ahead and bend over slightly and spread your legs."
Angela liked the added bit about bending over. She did as Officer Grimes instructed and spread her legs, wide. Angela could feel the blood rushing below as she began to feel aroused. David was just so damn hot, she couldn't help but flirt with him. But their flirting had never gone this far.
Angela felt David's hands slowly run down her bare shoulders, down her back and then back up her sides. David the reached around to the front, and ran his hands down her breasts and belly. "Did I feel a bulge in your Bra? Are you hiding something in there, Miss?" David asked, still grinning from ear to ear.
