I am a police officer in a midsized department on the east coast. I was recently assigned a new partner, a transfer from another precinct. I learned that my new partner was going to be a female, and I was a little disappointed. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind that women are cops, it's just that when you have a male partner, there is a banter and "guy talk" in the cruiser which makes the shift go by that much quicker.
Raquel came to the precinct and we met at turnout. We got our assignment from the desk Sergeant and got into our patrol car. I drove and she was the recorder. I didn't really pay much attention to her before we got into our car, since I was a bit sour on having her as a partner. I knew I would have to watch my language and my conduct, so I didn't really talk to her that much for the first hour or so of our tour.
Raquel was the first one to break the ice. She said "Are you gonna talk to me at all during this shift?"
I replied honestly and told her that I was a little uncomfortable with having her as a partner.
She then said "Why? Don't you think that women can be cops? Or is it because I'm black?"
I told her that she has the wrong impression of me and that it was just because I heard horror stories of sexual harassment lawsuits and complaints by female officers.
Raquel said to forget all of that and to just treat her like she was "just one of the guys."
I felt a little better after we had our conversation. We stopped at a local diner during our lunch hour, and as we walked to the door I finally took a good look at my new partner. Raquel is 32 years old, 5'6" tall, chocolate brown skin, with straight, soft hair that she is required to wear in a ponytail. She has a very beautiful face and a fantastic smile. Beyond that, I really couldn't tell much about her body, due to the bulletproof vest and unflattering uniform. I am 38, 5'10, weigh 190 pounds, with brown eyes and brown hair in a crew cut
A couple of weeks went by and my new partner and I started to get more comfortable with each other. During our shifts we chatted about how we were both looking for that special someone, and our likes and dislikes.
We had just finishing a stressful shift where we had to lock up some shithead dad who physically abused his wife and two kids. It was around midnight and the last of the paperwork was done and our prisoner was put in a cell waiting to be arraigned in the morning. Raquel asked if I was tired and going to go home?
I told her no, and was probably going to stop off at a local watering hole for a beer and a shot. I invited her to join me and she accepted.
I quickly got changed out of my uniform and waited for Raquel in the parking lot. Raquel appeared a few minutes later and when I saw her walking towards me, my jaw dropped. I had never seen Raquel out of her baggy uniform before. She was a knockout! She had a tight pair of jeans on and a pink t-shirt. Her breasts, which were always hidden by her vest, were huge. They had to be 38D's. She had a tiny waist and when she walked past me to get into my truck, I looked at her ass which was perfectly shaped. It filled out her jeans just right. Her hair was down, and went a little past her shoulders.
I drove us to the bar and we sat down at a table in the back corner. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, and when she went to the jukebox, I stared at her ass which swayed in a very sexy way as she walked. When she got to the jukebox, she turned and caught me staring at her. I quickly looked away, and took a swig from my bottle of beer.
Raquel and I laughed and talked as we relaxed. On our fourth shot of Jameson's, Raquel boldly said, "I saw you looking at my ass. Did you like what you were looking at?"
I nervously replied, "Yes. You have an amazing butt."
Raquel just smiled at me and said, "Thank you. I try and keep myself in shape."
The alcohol took away any further inhibitions and I said, "And what a great shape it is."
Raquel's foot touched my leg under the table and she let it linger there. "Are you done with your beer?" she asked.
I downed the last mouthful from the bottle and said "Yup."
Raquel told me where she lived and I drove her home. She lived about ten minutes away, and during the drive, I kept glancing over at her shapely, well toned body.
I pulled up to the front of her building and she asked me if I wanted to come up.
I parked my truck and followed her inside and into the elevator. On the ride to the fifth floor, Raquel stood facing me, her brown eyes locked with mine. She didn't say a word and after the doors opened, she led me down the hall to apartment 516. She unlocked and opened her door, and I followed her inside. Her place was neat and comfortable.
Raquel kicked off her shoes and told me to have a seat on her couch. She went into her kitchen and brought us each another beer. She sat next to me on the couch and we sipped from our bottles of Bud. I could smell her perfume now, since she was so close, and I commented on the flowery scent.