Helen Parker and her husband Dave were in the process of getting a divorce. When the couple first separated, the woman did get a restraining order, but as the divorce progressed and things went well, she dropped it. Unfortunately, her estranged husband had begun to drink more and more and, as the divorce proceedings continued, he began behaving more and more irrationally.
Finally, Helen, frightened by her estranged husband's behavior, had the restraining order reinstated. Then, one day while she was doing laundry, she saw his car come squealing into the driveway. It stopped just short of hitting the garage doors.
The frightened woman called the police, who told her they would send an officer over immediately. She was still on the phone when her husband crashed through the back door.
"Helen! Where the fuck are you, you bitch!" Dave screamed. "I'm sick 'a the way you're fuckin' me over! I'm gonna fix your ass once and for all."
"Please! Hurry!" Helen whispered into the phone.
"I can hear him, ma'am," the police dispatcher told her. "Just stay calm and try to keep away from him. Get out of the house if you can. I'll tell our officers to hurry." She turned and pressed a button on the radio panel. "Dispatch to units responding to Williams Street," she said. "The subject is in the house. He sounds pretty out of control. You better step on it." There was a sound of sirens over the radio when two police cars responding acknowledged the dispatcher's message.
Detective Sergeant Joe Denton was on his way back to the station from doing interviews for a burglary investigation and heard the patrol cars being assigned to the domestic call. Detectives normally didn't respond to domestic call, but he was a veteran officer and knew those were the most dangerous calls officers handled. He was debating whether to back up the uniformed cops when he heard the dispatcher announce that the call had turned urgent. He was just around the corner from the address, so he picked up his radio microphone and said, "David-fifteen to dispatch."
"Dispatch, go ahead, David-fifteen," the dispatcher responded.
"I'm less than a minute from that domestic and responding," Joe said. "Tell the uniforms to hurry."
"Copy, David-fifteen, will do," the dispatcher said.
About thirty seconds later, Joe slid his unmarked car to a stop in front of a nice brick two-story home. He signed off with the dispatcher, took his portable radio, got out of the car, and started up the sidewalk, checking his pistol as he did. He was near the front door when he heard a scream from the rear of the house. He started for the back of the house, breaking into a run. "David-fifteen to dispatch," he yelled as he ran. "Advise the uniforms I'm in the rear of the house."
"Copy, David-fifteen," the dispatcher responded. "Your backup is less than a minute out."
Helen was running across the back yard, and her enraged husband was lurching along behind her, yelling at her. She was desperately trying to escape from him because she was sure he'd kill her if she didn't. Where were the police?
Joe reached the back of the house and saw the two people going across the back yard. An attractive woman appeared to be running from a huge, apparently drunken, man. "Stop! Police!" the officer yelled. He could hear the sounds of sirens coming closer.
Dave's pursuit of his wife was forgotten when he heard the policeman's voice. He stopped chasing his wife, turned, and looked stupidly at the man standing near the corner of the house. "Who the fuck are you?" he yelled.
"Jamestown Police," Joe replied. "Get on the ground! Do it now!"
"Fuck you!" Dave responded.
The sirens stopped. There was the sound of squealing tires and slamming doors, then two uniformed officers appeared behind the house. "You OK, sarge?" one of them asked Joe.
"I'm fine," he replied. "That's the perp over there. He looks drunk and he's not listening."
"Get on your face and do it now!" the uniformed officer yelled at Dave, who was a little confused by the fact that there were at least two cops and a guy in a suit here.
Helen stood behind a tree, watching as the cops confronted the man who would soon be her ex-husband. Slowly, Dave turned to face the cops. Then he shook his head and sank to his knees. When he did the two officers in uniform quickly walked over to him, pushed him onto his belly, yanked his hands behind him, and handcuffed him. The other officer, in plainclothes, walked toward the tree she was hiding behind.
"It's all right, ma'am," Joe told the clearly frightened woman. "He's in custody. You're safe now."
"Th...thank you! Oh, thank you!" Helen exclaimed. She threw herself into the officer's arms and began to sob.
After Dave had been hauled away by the uniformed officers, Helen and the detective were sitting in her kitchen, drinking coffee. She found Joe--he'd introduced himself--to be very personable. And she did feel she owed him a lot.
Helen gazed across the kitchen table at the policeman. "He's handsome...in a rugged sort of way," she thought. "I wonder if he's married." "I don't know how to thank you, Sergeant Denton," she said. "If...if you hadn't showed up when you did, I think Dave might well have tried to kill me." She was pleased to see him blush.
"Ah, you...you don't owe me any thanks," Joe said. "I was just doing my job."
Joe sat there, looking at Helen with just as much interest as she had been looking at him. He couldn't get over how pretty she was. He felt compelled to tell her that, although he wasn't sure why. He took a deep breath. "You know, you...you are just about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said softly.
Helen didn't know what to say. "Ah...thank you...ah, Joe, she murmured. She got up, and so did the policeman. They began moving toward each other. Soon they were very close and she was terribly conscious of how near he was, and how thrilling it was to have him that near. Then his face began slowly moving toward hers and Helen realized, with a shudder of delight, that he intended to kiss her. When their lips finally did meet, it was as if she'd received an electric shock. With a soft groan, she moved into the man's arms, pressing her body against his.
Joe had no idea why he'd done what he just did, but he'd kissed her and it was too late to stop now. As his lips pressed against the woman's, he felt her body crushing against his, and his penis began to stiffen.
Neither Joe nor Helen knew exactly how it happened but somehow, they wound up in her bed, their clothes a tangled pile on the floor. Joe's hands were sliding over Helen's bare skin, thrilling her. He had big hands, rough ones, but his touch was gentle and exciting.
While the policeman caressed her, Helen explored his body with her hands. It was hard, heavily muscled, and she felt ridges, possibly scars in a few places. The thought that his body felt so different from her nephew's flashed through her mind but was washed away by incredibly sweet sensations when his lips closed over one of her nipples. She pressed tighter against him, groaning, and felt his erection pressing against the softness of her belly. She knew he wanted her, and she wanted him! Desperately!
"You're so beautiful! So beautiful!" Joe moaned as he continued caressing and exploring the woman's lush body. He had no idea why he was acting like this. He'd been a cop for twenty years and in all that time, nothing like this had ever happened to him before. "So beautiful!"
"I need you, Joe!" Helen murmured in reply. "Please, Joe, make love to me! I need you!"
Joe rolled atop her and his bulk pressed her down against the bed. She reached between them, gripped his cock, and guided it to where she wanted it so badly. "Unnnnhhhh!!!!" she moaned when the swollen fleshy tube began to enter her body, filling her with warmth and thrills as it advanced into her. As good as making love with her nephew was, this was better, far better!
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" Joe groaned. He couldn't help himself. His hips started going wild. He hadn't made love with a woman in months and was more turned on than he could ever remember being. "Can't wait!!! Oh, God!! Feels too good!! I can't wait!!!"
Helen couldn't wait, either. Her body yearned for release. "Take meeeeee!!! Joe!!! Please!!! Take meeeeee!!!!!" she cried, her hands raking his back, her legs locking behind his. "Nowwwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwww!!!! Joe!!! Oh, God, Joe!!! I'm commmminnnnnnggggggg!!! Please!! Please!!! Take me nowwwwww!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Wild sensations exploded through her, filling her with ecstasy.
"Gahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she heard Joe groan, then his hot cream was splashing into her.
Joe clung to Helen as their ardor cooled, loving the way it felt to have his hard body pressed against hers. After a bit, he leaned over and began planting kisses all over her chest. In turn, he took each of her tender nipples into his mouth, his tongue and lips drawing each bud out to full, swollen, tingling hardness.
