Lucas knew he was at the wrong apartment the moment she opened the door. He was standing in the breezeway, responding to a disturbance call, and he couldn't tell where the noise was coming from. He thought the call had come in about apartment 2B, but looking at the sleepy, disheveled young woman in front of him, he figured that was wrong.
"Look, I'm sorry to bother you..." he started, clearing his throat awkwardly. The woman wore a short green silk robe that left a long length of pale leg bare and that was belted so loosely he could see the swells of her pale breasts. Surprisingly dark green eyes met his as sleep cleared.
"2D," she said, her voice still rough from sleep. He felt his groin tighten at the sexy purr. She shifted and the robe slid down one shoulder, baring pale skin down almost to her nipple.
"What?" He wasn't paying any attention to her words - his thoughts focused on how that soft skin would taste, on how it would be to hear her moan his name. He couldn't help wondering if there was a sexy pair of panties under that robe or if she slept nude. He couldn't help wishing he could find out.
"The party's in 2D," she repeated, tugging the robe together a little more as she realized what he was staring at. "Every Saturday. 2D. Mrs. Murphy always calls the cops at 10:31 precisely." The city noise ordinance went into effect each night at 10:30pm.
"Sorry, again," he muttered, blushing as he took a step back. She gave him a small smile and stepped back into the apartment, closing the door silently. Lucas went across to 2D to talk to the partiers.
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It was late Tuesday afternoon and the sun was hot on the road. Lucas got out of the patrol car, pulling out his ticket book as he walked up to the small silver Accord he'd just pulled for speeding. He stopped at the driver's window, hearing the purr of the electric motor as it lowered. Then he looked into a pair of familiar green eyes. His cock hardened with the memory.
"Hey," she blushed, recognizing him. Today she wore a tight t-shirt and denim shorts, those gorgeous legs bare again.
"You were going 43mph in a 35mph zone," he managed, his mind creating all sorts of images. Her bare breasts in his hands. Her mouth on his hard cock. Her bare ass pressed to his abs as her pussy squeezed his cock. He didn't even have to touch her to know she'd be hot. He shook his head, struggling to keep his mind out of the gutter. This instant attraction was unusual, but not totally unwelcome.
"Oops," she winced, "I wasn't paying attention." She pulled her purse into her lap and started digging through it, finally pulling out a wallet. She pulled out a license and handed it to him.
Lucas took the card blindly, clipping it at the top of his book and staring at it as he tried to focus. He copied her information onto the top page of his book. Her name was Samantha - Samantha K. Walters. He already knew where she lived. He wasn't going to forget that apartment building any time soon. He filled in his own information while he looked at the photo. She'd cut her hair since getting the license. In the picture it was long and had gentle waves and had probably poured down her bare back like water. Now it was short and curled wildly at the ends, giving her a free-spirit look. He handed the card back to her.
"Do I have to go to court for this?" she asked, tucking the card away, her eyes on her task. Then she looked up at him and those sparkling eyes met his. "Can I just admit I did it and pay the fine?"
Lucas missed half of what she said, pushing away the pictures his imagination created. "What?"
"Are you okay, officer?" she asked, looking concerned. He flushed red, realizing he'd been staring dumbly at her. "It's awful hot out today. Are you feeling okay?" Lucas nodded firmly. Nothing was wrong that a little sex wouldn't take care of.
"You can pay the fine by mail or at the county courthouse," he answered, "If you want to go to court, you're scheduled on August 10th." He handed over the ticket.
"Tell me," she folded the ticket and tucked it in her purse, "If I go to court, do I get to see you?" Her cheeks were pink, but she met his eyes with a spark of challenge in hers. He couldn't believe his luck. She was flirting with him.
"Will that effect your decision?" he asked, leaning his arm on the roof of her car and getting a good look at the swell of her breasts bound in blue cotton. As he watched, he saw her nipples bead, pressing the thin fabric, and he felt his own body responding. His temperature went up at least 20 degrees and his pants were becoming tight.
"I suppose I could always wait for the twins to throw another party..." she tapped a finger to her lips, giving him a mischievous smile. Locking her eyes to his, she slowly licked the tip of her finger. His pants were tight enough to hurt and he shifted, trying to relieve the pressure.
"Or I could stop by tonight after I get off duty," he said, "Unless, of course, it's my professional assistance you need..." He grinned, teasing her. He hoped she'd invite him into her bed, but he was unsure enough not to offer more than a casual date. It was entirely possible this mutual attraction was all in his head, although he was praying it wasn't.
"Well, there is this fantasy about handcuffs..." Her eyes were dark on his, her smile positively wicked and he was suddenly concerned his pants were going to do damage. He shifted uncomfortably and her eyes sparkled, wandering down and linger on the bulge in his groin.
"I get off at eleven," he said, his voice a little hoarse with the lust burning in his veins. His cock was throbbing, his heartbeat pounding in his head as he imagined her handcuffed to a headboard, naked and entirely at his mercy. He forced himself to focus on her eyes, sure she could read his arousal.
"Eleven's fine," she answered, then glanced around, "I suppose it's a little too busy and too open to play around here, anyway." Then she looked him up and down, licking her lips.
