When I was a rookie, back in the late 60's, female cops were not something most departments wanted to take a chance on. Too many risks in the wholly chauvinistic world of New Jersey law enforcement. The closest most departments like ours had was matrons; part-time, on call women who would come in when asked to strip search a female prisoner or provide transportation to the county jail with women who were locked up. Principally, the idea was to verify that male officers did not molest the female prisoners. But, the concept of sworn female officers on regular patrol was out of the question. Believe it or not, one of the arguments against female cops was the notion that they would be hanging panty hose in the locker room to the discomfort of the men.
All that changed in the mid to late seventies when a municipality two towns over from where I worked hired Jane Kelly as a regular street cop. Were they insane!? How could she do the work of a man? River Bridge P.D. was looking for trouble. I never gave it much thought. Even though River Bridge was just a short distance from my beat, I rarely had occasion to interact with them. Months went by and the novelty appeared to wear off as Jane performed her duties well and she gained acceptance among the forty men who served with her. Cops love to gossip and Jane ceased being a subject of their curiosity.
At the time, I was the senior of a group of three detectives. Part of my job was preparing case files for the grand jury. Every Thursday, I would take a ride down to the County Seat in the morning to testify and then head to the Prosecutor's Office to deliver new files. The Grand Jury consists of 21 citizens who hear testimony about a case to determine if a crime occurred and if it did, that the person charged could reasonably be suspected of having committed it. If a majority agrees, they issue a bill of indictment and the defendant is held over for trial. Testimony is straight forward. Only the prosecution is heard, so there is no participation by the defense; that all comes later.
I had already testified before the Grand Jury numerous times, so on this particular day, I was anticipating no problems. For me, it was quite routine. Or so I thought.
I arrived at nine o'clock on the dot and took a seat on an ancient oak bench in the waiting room that made a creaking sound every time you moved. I was to testify about a burglary and an armed robbery. The two crimes were not related in any way and a total of three defendants had been arrested. My actual testimony would take perhaps twenty minutes. But, I had learned early on, that the call to testify could be early or late and that it was wise to bring a puzzle or something to read to kill the waiting time. This time, I was working on a crossword puzzle.
A few minutes after I sat down, I noticed a woman appearing in the waiting area. She stopped to speak to the attendant, who appeared to check off her name on the list he had on his clipboard as he motioned for her to sit down on the old bench. She sat right next to me, appearing quite nervous. She was pleasant looking,mid to late 20's, around 5'7" tall, with strawberry blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. She wore a dark blue pants suit with a white button-down blouse. She wore a gold stick pin-which were quite popular at the time-in the lapel of her suit jacket.
I nodded to her in recognition of her arrival and she smiled tentatively. She opened a briefcase and took out a file and began to review it. I figured she was a witness to a crime and had never been called upon to testify in any kind of official proceeding before. I went back to my puzzle.
"Is this your first time?," she asked as I was trying to think of a seven letter word for an African cat.
"At what?," I replied as I looked up with a smile on my face.
"Testifying before the grand jury," she said seriously.
"No, I'm down here nearly every Thursday," I explained. "Why, is it your first time? I can see you're a little nervous."
"It is my first time and I am a little nervous."
"Don't be, it's simple. Are you a witness to a crime?"
"Sort of. It's a fatal motor vehicle accident and I charged the drunk driver with vehicular homicide."
All of a sudden it clicked. This was Jane Kelly. I quickly introduced myself. Then, I gave her the scoop on what was going to happen when she went in to testify. She seemed relieved to have had the info and appeared more relaxed about what lay ahead of her. I was called in to testify first. I winked at her as I stood to go into the hearing room. She smiled. Fifteen minutes later, I was finished and I sat down next to Jane to give her the final pep talk. Then, they called her in to testify.
"Wait for me. I have something I want to talk to you about."
Ten minutes later Jane came back to the bench. "You were right. It was a piece of cake. Thanks for all the help."
"Glad to do it."
"Hey, why don't we head over to the diner for breakfast, my treat?" It was hard to resist.
"I have to drop a file off at intake first, but I can meet you there in half an hour."
"It's a date."
I pulled into the parking lot of the diner and there was Jane, waiting for me. We went in and the owner seated us way in the back, away from all the other customers. We ordered. The waitress, a wise-cracking old pro named Ginnie, brought us coffee immediately. As I was pouring the cream in my coffee, I noticed that Jane had unbuttoned at least two buttons of her white blouse, giving me a glimpse of what promised to be a pair of delightful boobs. She caught me looking and giggled, without directly saying anything.
We sat there for a while talking shop and before long, the lunch crowd began drifting in. We spent nearly two hours getting to know each other and I had to admit, I liked her. I told her I had to get back to the office, but that I'd like to see her again. She told me she was working midnights tonight but that she'd be off at 7:00 am. "Why don't you swing by my place at nine. My son will be in school by then and I'll be needing a shower. Maybe you could take one with me!" Holy shit! That was pretty direct.
"I think I can work a shower into my schedule," I said, thinking I would need to take the morning off. I quickly scribbled down her address and home phone number and promised to call just before I arrived. We hugged good bye in the parking lot and went off in our separate directions. By the time I got to work, my cock was throbbing at the prospect of fucking this very attractive cop. The day was a busy one; time flew by. By dinner time, I was heading home for a night of relaxation in front of the TV wearing my usual home uniform: Boxers and a T-shirt. My dinner consisted of a sardine sandwich with tomato on a hoagy roll that was so sloppy, I had to eat it while standing over the sink. I washed it down with a glass of nice Italian wine. As I often did, I fell asleep on my recliner watching a ball game. I woke up in the middle of the night and adjourned to my bed, where I developed three quarters of a hardon, thinking about what I hoped to be doing a few short hours hence, before falling asleep.
Morning came and I got ready to visit Jane. She lived ten miles or so from my apartment. I gave myself a half hour to make the trip, allowing for rush hour traffic. I called her, as promised, from a phone booth at a 7-11 a few blocks away. She told me she just took her son to school and that she was ready for the shower. "I'll leave the door open for you. Come right in." My meat was throbbing with anticipation. It only took a couple of minutes to find her place. I parked right in front of her door, which was ajar, as expected. I peaked in and called out her name. Nothing. So, I entered and called louder.
"I'm in the shower," she yelled. "Come on in." I quickly found the bathroom and sure enough, Jane was already in the shower. I opened the curtain as she was shampooing her hair. She was quite a sight to behold; a wonderful round ass, nice pair of tits, not too big, not too small. Slender waist with very athletic-looking legs. She rinsed the soap from her eyes and told me: "Don't be shy, c'mon in and join me." She didn't have to ask twice. I was naked in a flash and stepping in the shower for the beginning of one of the best first dates of all time. "I thought you were kidding about the shower. I hoped you weren't but I thought you were."