Pushing him back Carol straddled his face. Steve was enveloped in the fragrance of pussy and cucumber. His large hands reached around her hips cupping her firm butt and drew her closer. He always loved being between a woman's legs. Licking. Sucking. Teasing with his tongue. As he lapped at the juices running down his chin she ran her fingers over the bulge in his jeans where his rock hard cock was yearning for freedom. She was close and desperately desired to have his cock deep in her throat before she came.
'With any luck we will both cum at the same time.' the thought made her ravenous.
She could feel the head of his cock pressing firmly against the top button of his jeans. Her prize would soon be released.
"Tally ho." a strange voice echoed, breaking their heated groans and concentration.
Carol froze. Her fingers gripping Steve's waistband.
"Fuck." came the muffled sound between her legs.
Those two words meant only one thing. Surveillance was back on and the target was on the move. In one fluid motion Steve's arm shot out grabbing his police radio, which had fallen onto the floorboards, while crawling out from under Carol. Keying the mic he responded.
"Victor 5 clear."
"What was that?" Carol stammered, moving over to the side.
Steve quickly dove into the front seat. "The guy we are surveilling has just left his residence."
'How quickly Steve's attention had changed.' Carol thought. 'Police mode.' She sat quietly back watching in amazement at his transformation.
The Bentley roared to life and within seconds they were off down the street .
Luckily, the target lived close by.
Soon, Steve had caught up with the other members of his team but stayed back a distance. The Bentley, a high profile car, was really not built for surveillance. Once seen, the risk of being made increased.
It was while contemplating that thought when he looked in the rear view mirror. There was Carol's stunned face looking back. Her smile overlaid with fear.
"Oh shit." the words escaped his mouth. "Shit, shit, shit. Sorry babe. "I forgot to let you out."
His mind raced. "It'll be okay. I'll get you back to your house."
A combination of panic and excitement rose in Steve. If caught it could be his career. But there was just something definitely exciting to have a naked woman in his back seat.
Scenario's ran through his mind. Perhaps the target would double back allowing Steve time to drop Carol back off at her house. But from the direction he was heading it was unlikely.
Maybe he's just out for a late night snack.
On the other hand, one he didn't really want to consider, the target could be headed south. To the border.
Looking down at the large black duffle bag next to him on the seat an idea began to form.
Steve had learned that In his line of work, the probability of traveling out of state on drug cases was certain. As such, every investigator was expected to carry with them any items they deemed necessary.
Along with binoculars, cameras, and other surveillance equipment, Steve had packed an extra set of clothes.
Quickly, he reached into the unzipped top grabbed hold of the extra large black t-shirt he had packed and tossed it back to Carol. "Put this on."
Carol was happy to slip the large shirt over her head pulling it down across her knees. She looked back at Steve in the mirror. "Thanks."
"Will get through this." Steve said calmly. "Hopefully he's not going to the border."
"Why?" Carol questioned.
"If he does, we won't be back for a couple of days." Steve left it at that.
A minute later the realization of what Steve said sunk in.
"Two days." the panic in her voice came out.
"Or three. Usually we're not out more than three."
"Three." Carol repeated.
