'C'mon and have afternoon tea?' Lisa slung the tea-towel prop she had chosen at the last minute, over her shoulder. She stood in her stiletto's, legs apart with her leather gun holster strapped to her hip. He didn't look up from his laptop.
'Uh huh'
There was a pause
'Wait...You cooked?' At last his eyes left the screen and swept over her, taking in the full scene. Her coal-black hair fell in waves past her shoulders, her green eyes glittered with lust. She pressed her lush lips together, enjoying his appraisal. Liquid desire pooled between her thighs, making her grin back at him.
'No' Lisa was cool. She couldn't cook, didn't even want to. She just wanted this man to come in from the patio and make love to her.
'You want me...'
She cut him off. Fuck this pussy-footing around. She had to be back on shift in three hours and was horny as hell.
'Yes. Won't you accompany me to the kitchen Officer? I'll get you something'
Andy got up, obediently and there as no denying the bulge in his shorts.
'I guess I can spare a few minutes away from this report. My head is going to explode'.
He padded towards her over the bricks.
'Oh Andy, that's not what I want exploding'
Before he could catch her up, Lisa turned on her heels, walking back into the house, her hips swaying. Andy lagged behind, drawing a deep breath and admiring the curve of her butt in her black mesh knickers as she moved, the gun holster hugging her thigh and those long, lushious legs in heels.
By the time he pulled the glass door closed she was poised in the kitchen, one cute butt cheek resting on the high counter, her legs apart. She had a jar in her hands.
'Officer I was just hoping you would want a simple meal, I'm not so hungry myself but I'm sure I could force something down'. Her eyes were soft and her voice conveyed a smile.
Lisa undid the first few buttons of his uniform, until she could see a spray of fine, dark, springy hair on his chest. She dipped a finger into the open jar in her hand and smeared it on the tiny quarter of visible skin. For Andy, the sensation was almost painfully sticky as honey clung in his chest hair.
'Honey?' Andy questioned in disbelief. Lisa lowered her pretty head and used her tongue to clean the area, licking the exposed skin in light circles . Andy eyed the top of her head and his breathing quickened. Finally she stopped, lifted her head and met his mouth. Her full lips tasted of the skin-salt and honey. He almost bruised them in his eagerness to taste and feel the inner recesses of her hot, sweet mouth. If these first kisses were any indication of how aroused she was, by god she was ready for him.
At the thought, his heavy cock strained in his pants. Lisa unbuttoned more of his light blue shirt, parting it from his chest so she could press the softness of her breasts against his chest. Her large milk-melons were imprisoned in a balconette bra of the finest black lace. The pert mounds threatened to overflow from their stays and Lisa's aching nipples longed for his caress.
Andy needed little encouragement. Delighted, he unclipped her bra, whilst Lisa's shaking hands crept to the buckle of his belt. He transferred the heat of his mouth to her areola, slipping and sucked with impassioned zest. Lisa felt her knees buckle and she gasped, struggling to maintain her own task.
She unzipped his fly and worked the edges of his boxers down, freeing his large cock. She ran an appreciative hand over the thickness of it, toying with his velvet skin. Lisa curled her fingers around his iron rod.
'Stop it' she breathed, unconvincing in her lusty haze. Abruptly he stopped caressing her breasts, Lisa thought the sudden lack of stimulation to her nipple was almost heartbreaking. He blew cool air on the slippery tip and she whimpered. Andy raised his head, wearing a mischievous grin.
'Did you say something?' The pupils of his eyes were large, his features overcome with lust.
Lisa pouted to avoid a response and kissed him. He could tell by her taste that she was aching for cock. Andy was curious as to why she would stall him? She gave him no immediate explanation, merely helped him out of what was left of his shirt and threw it to the floor. Next she slid off his pressed work pants, utility belt and boxers. They too were left in a puddle on the floor.
Lisa knelt on the rug, she kissed his thigh and Andy's proud erection bounced in pleasure. She stuffed one hand into the honey jar and brought her sticky fingers to his cock, reaching around to curl her digits onto his hot flesh. He winced in pleasure and where he had been wearing a cheeky grin, the smile fell from his lips as he watched her in wonder.
On her haunches, before him, she still held his cock in one sticky hand, with the other she raised her dripping fingers to her lips and sucked, removing the sweet liquid with relish.