I woke up to a fresh Seattle morning. The air was clearing from early morning fog and it wasn't raining. The smell of fish and brine was not strong. I am taking an early morning walk and will stop at the store on the way back to my apartment. I like to stay fit and the guys say I am beautiful. I am wearing a refreshing pink tank top and no bra. The sheer feel makes me feel good. I pinched my nipples before I left, but the fresh air through the fabric kept them hard.
I see an officer sitting in his squad car notice me, a beautiful lady in bright pink and skin tight yoga pants about to walk past. I waved at him. I knew he could see my pussy and the material in my camel toe along with the fresh air tingled my clit.
Officer Biten waved back.
I walked a little closer. "Hi officer. Did you have a busy night?"
"It wasn't too bad." Officer Biten as most cops lived on the fence between good and bad. He had to keep a friendly and respectful countenance for the public, but had to be able to deal with really bad people sometimes. To do his job he often had to associate with the bad people.
Looking at his badge I said, "Oh you are Officer Biten."
Answering he said, "Yes how did you know?"
I said, "I saw it on your badge silly. I love uniforms, can I see?" I leaned slightly in the window and saw the bulge of his cock. I tried to determine what it looked like right now, and what it would look like fully erect. I could almost make out how big his balls are. Briefly I imagined what they would feel like slapping against my ass.
He was looking directly at my pussy and I knew he could see right through the sheer material to my perfect camel toe. I knew he could see my dark pubic hair in contrast, and the way he was staring, I knew he could see the outline of my clit.
"So what do you do Officer Biten?"
"I do police work of course, and that includes vice, drugs, and investigations." Breaking his stare he said, "I see you have lovely skin tone. You look exotic. What is your name?"
"Trixie. Thank you for the compliment, I am mixed Native American from the Southwest and the Northwest Tribes. So you said you work drugs, I saw a man sleeping at the head of an alley a while ago. The alley is known for drug users. I see drug deals sometimes."
Officer Biten pulled out a business card. "Take this with you, and if you see more street deals, you can call me."
"I call my friends by their last name. Is it ok if I call you Biten?"
"Sure."
A couple nights later, I woke up in the middle of the night very horny and I couldn't go back to sleep. I remembered seeing another drug deal on a nearby corner in broad daylight. It was a street with a lot of boarded up windows, and a lot of black guys with long hair dreadlocks. I had seen ladies panties and shoes in the weeds next to the sidewalk. I was in my baby doll night gown with red bikini panties. Feeling frisky I decided to call Biten.
"Officer Biten," he answered not recognizing my number.
"Hi Biten. This is Trixie, do you remember me?"
"Oh yes, I do. What can I do for you?"
"I have something for you."
"Oh yeah," he said perking up.
"I have some information for you as you requested Biten."
"Tell me Trixie."
"I am afraid to give it over the phone, could you stop by?"
"I can make time, where do you live?"
I told him how to get here, and went to brush my hair and get some perfume.
Soon I heard a knock at the door. I went to the door and opened it slowly so I could draw in the entire sight of his uniform and his figure. I let my eyes hesitate longingly at his crotch. "Come in Biten," I said as I closed and locked the door behind him. "Why don't you come in here where we can talk," I said as I drew him into the comfy living room. "I appreciate you coming over," I said as I made a motion to hug his side. He let an arm drape around my back as we hugged sides and I rubbed my pussy on his uniformed leg.
"Sure," he said apparently searching for the right words to say. "Tell me what's going on, why don't you."
"You know I have a fetish for uniforms don't you?" as I moved my pussy around on his leg, and gave a little humping that just turned on my clit so much I almost couldn't stand it.
"No Trixie, I guess I didn't realize that."
"I saw these guys at the corner smoking something, and I saw them make a transaction. Also I saw some woman's clothes lying on the ground. The panties were torn."
"That may be bad," Biten said.
"Yes, but I was hoping one of them had some mescaline, that is what our tribe uses."
Biten's hand was slipping up and down my side and getting closer to my boob. From the side he caught glimpses of her nipples through the gown, and he was starting to get hard.
Biten asked, "Isn't that similar to cocaine?"
"Yes baby, do you have some?"
Nervously Biten drew a small packet from his pocket. It had a white powder. "Is this what you mean?'
I said, "Yes, let's try it and see."
Biten had never shown anyone that he occasionally kept samples of arrest drugs.
I offered, "Let's make a couple lines on the coffee table and check it out." Later on I would repeat the story in third person, i.e. "Trixie helped make a couple lines on the table while Biten rolled up a dollar bill. Biten went first and then Trixie snorted a line for her self. The both felt more sociable, confident, euphoric, and horny."
Biten hugged me from the front, slowly looking up and down my gown. I knew he could see my figure, panties, and boobs. His mouth looked like he was preparing to suck my boobs.
"Frisk me," I said. "Don't you have to check me out?" I turned with my front to the back of the couch and my back toward him. I drew one of his arms around my stomach pulling him to my backside. It was so sexy feeling. "Aren't you going to pin me with your cock in my crack and frisk my boobs?"
Biten pulled us tight together with one hand around my stomach and the other sliding up my side. Soon I could feel his hand on my boob. I was getting hot. I felt his breath on the nape of my neck. My straps were falling from my shoulders with the secretive coaxing of his hands. My gown dropped and when the air hit my boobs I could feel my nipples tighten and poke out. As the gown continued to drop I could feel a rush of air down the gap in my panties at the top of my crack. I felt him lean back slightly and I knew he was looking down my ass crack.
I took the hand over my stomach and slid it down over my panties to tease him and to tickle my clit. I felt him touch over my pussy lips.
