Part I
":-P"
That is all that the text message said. ":-P"
It means she's' out and has time to see me if I am available. And, yes I'm available. I'm always available when Paula wants to see me.
Paula is married, but she is not my wife. She's married to my friend, Steve. She's also Tanya's best friend. Tanya is my wife.
Paula is about 5'4" and 100 lbs soaking wet. She has beautiful blue eyes, size 34 D breasts, beautiful tan skin, long brown hair and a body that most Penthouse Pets would envy. I cannot get enough of her. And, she cannot get enough of me.
"Hello sexy!" is my reply to her. "What are you up to?"
"I'm on my way into town. Are you busy?"
"Not too busy for you!"
"Where can I find you" she asks me?
"I'll meet you at your office."
Paula is also a successful attorney. Her office is just a block away from the public square. It's late in the evening so there is not much traffic and the back door area is not lit that well. I park my patrol car in the parking lot adjacent to Paula's office and walk over to her and our lips meet.
Part II
Whenever Paula and I are close to each other the sexual tension is almost palpable. So much so that our friends and yes, even our spouses have commented on it. We've all joked about getting together for a four-some here and there. However, Paula and I have taken it upon ourselves to release our tension together.
It takes great restraint to not run my hands all over her body when others are around or we are out in public. Tonight is not any different from any other time. Before i can say hello, our tongues are tangles with each other.
My hands grab her around the waist and I pick her up to kiss her. Pulling her body against mine. Her ample breasts pushing against my bullet-proof vest. Her legs wrap around my waist and somehow the mic on my portable keys up.
We stop kissing and I put her down long enough to remove my portable from my duty belt and lay it on the picnic table next to us. And then we were at it again. Long passionate kissing. Heavy breathing. We were all over each other. Her hands found their way to the buckle of my gun belt, unsnapping and she then took it off of me.