"My god this is a slow night! What the hell is everyone doing?" Constable Lydia Knightley was bored to tears, almost literally, and struggling to keep awake in the worst way. 2am on a twelve-hour night shift was the beginning of the nods, and with no action around, there was nothing but will power keeping her awake. Lucky she was working with the hottest Senior Constable in the station, and she only had to glance sideways in the car to see into Lucy's gaping uniform, letting her gaze linger on Lucy's satin-encased breasts.
"Yeah, it should be going off! Hot night, normally gets everyone worked up for trouble," Lucy spoke deliberately, feeling Lydia's eyes on her fantastic breasts as she drove. She thought Lydia was gorgeous, with those big brown eyes, great honey skin and an arse Lucy just itched to get her hands on. But being the only dyke at work was hard, and Lucy had learnt her lesson years ago about showing any interest in the hot girls in the station. Invariably they were straight, or even if they were interested they were too scared of the backlash from the boys to contemplate coming across.
Lydia was the first to show this much interest in a long time, though. And Lucy had been working up the nerve for ages to hit on her properly, just to see what the reaction would be. Lucy knew she looked pretty good, especially for a woman of nearly 40. Her body was a fit machine, honed from daily gym sessions and her hard training as a triathlete; she knew she was worth looking at, but no one had seen her naked in a long, long time and she was really starting to get bored with fingering herself to sleep.
The problem was, Lydia was at best 24 years old, and Lucy was worried Lydia thought she was just too old. Little did Lucy know how much a turn on the age gap was for Lydia, and how many times Lydia had rubbed her clit into a frenzy at the thought of fucking Lucy.
"So, what do you want to do, hun? We could got for a drive through the industrials to write off our taskings there, if you want?" Lucy's eyebrows cocked up in question as she glanced away from the road to look at Lydia, only to find Lydia looking at her with the strangest little smile on her face.
"What?" It was Lucy's turn to smile as she looked back to the road, trying to concentrate on her driving. She felt a bead of sweat start rolling down her side as the full weight of that look and the sexual tension that passed between them settled on her. Tonight was surely the night to see what side of the fence Lydia stood on, it seemed.
Lucy pulled into the industrial estate gates slowly, both women scanning the darkness for anything out of the ordinary. Lucy let the car roll along, her mind churning as she struggled to work out how to approach this situation. She was so busy thinking of kissing Lydia's full red lips she turned left when she should have turned right and found one of the many dead-ends in amongst the massive sheds. The headlights illuminated the pre-fabricated wall, and Lucy swore softly, shoving the transmission into reverse.
As she turned her head to check behind her, she felt Lydia's hand on her arm.
"Do you mind having a pit stop here? I just need to stretch my legs. I've got a chockie bar if you want to share?" Lucy looked into Lydia's eyes and saw something there. Something nervous and wanton, and so, so sexy.
"Um, sure. Sounds like a good idea." Lucy pushed the transmission into park and switched off the ignition, the silence that enveloped them interrupted only by the low chatter of the police radio. Both women opened their doors and climbed out, Lydia moving to the front of the car and stretching up tall with a yawn. Lucy caught sight of her just as she closed her door, and stood for a few seconds, just transfixed by the supple grace of Lydia's body, even in the unflattering uniform and heavy gun belt.
Lydia leaned back on the car, digging into the big pocket on the leg of her uniform cargo pants and pulled out a Kit Kat. She looked around and saw Lucy just standing by the driver's door.
"What? Is something happening on the radio?" She asked, thinking Lucy must be listening to the police radio. "No, nothing," said Lucy with a soft smile.
"Well, come over here and have some Kit Kat then!" Lydia patted the warm bonnet of the car as it ticked quietly, cooling in the gentle night air. Lucy walked slowly to the front of the car, propping her tight arse on the bonnet and looking to Lydia.
Lydia broke the chocolate in half, holding out the two wafer sticks and grinning as Lucy's fingers brush Lydia's, very deliberately. Any pretence of professionalism was quickly slipping away, replaced by the most pressing and obvious lust. Lydia took a bite and, mid-crunch, suddenly whispered, "Um, Luce, do you mind if I ask you something?" Lucy stared at sky up above them, picking out the Southern Cross just off to their right. "Sure," she murmured, somehow sensing what was coming.
Lydia paused. Then, "What's it like being with a girl? I've never been with a girl before. I mean, I've never even kissed a girl or anything."
Lucy sighed with happiness at the question. She knew this was it, and she felt the heat spread between her thighs at the acknowledgement of what this was. "Being with a girl is incredible, like nothing else." As she finished speaking, Lucy turned to Lydia, placing a hand on her cheek and leaning in. She let her mouth hover an inch from Lydia's, letting her decide whether this was what she wanted. Lydia wasn't breathing, she was so nervous and excited and aroused all at the same time.
As Lydia pressed her lips to Lucy's soft mouth both women moaned quietly. All the sexual tension of the night, and the months leading up to that night, poured into that kiss. Soon their tongues were sliding together, Lucy taking Lydia's hand, her fingers interlocking with Lydia's as she stood and turned her body to Lydia's, pressing her into the car.
The intensity of their desire mounted as the women kissed harder, more desperately, hands roaming each other, with Lydia gasping at her first feel of Lucy's magnificent breasts, the nipples so hard they poked out defiantly against the blue cotton of her uniform shirt. Lydia unbuttoned Lucy's shirt quickly, wanting to feel her smooth naked skin and hard muscled back, pulling the shirt up out of her belt and sliding her hands up and down Lucy's back, then cupping her breasts, moaning into Lucy's mouth in pure delight.
"Oh fuck honey," Lucy murmured, "God I want to fuck you so badly. Do you want to? Here?" Lydia giggled at Lucy's question, then contemplating stopping and having to wait for hours til the end of the shift, Lydia kissed Lucy again, "Yes. God yes. Fuck me here sweetie."
Lucy needed little encouragement and undid Lydia's gun belt, holding it in one hand as she undid her own. She kissed Lydia hard, then pulled back, her fingers pinching Lydia's hard nipples. "Wait here for one second, I'll dump these in the car. Don't want anyone sneaking up and grabbing our guns!" Lydia nodded with a grin, her pussy throbbing uncontrollably as she felt the insane wetness leaking into her panties just from kissing Lucy.
Within seconds Lucy was back, pressing hard into Lydia's body, pushing her back on the bonnet of the car. Her tongue slid into the hollow of Lydia's neck as she unbuttoned Lydia's shirt quickly, pulling it open to slide her hands over the perky tits. Her fingers rolled Lydia's nipples through the bra, pushing it up to expose her firm breasts for her mouth, then expertly unhooking the back so the bra fell loosely. Lydia moaned in Lucy's mouth as she slipped her arms from the loops, letting the black satin fall on the bonnet.
"Oh god, oh Lucy," Lydia couldn't stop moaning softly, so turned on as she looked up at the stars, knowing anyone could just drive in, especially other cops. Fuck they'd never live that down!
Lucy pulled Lydia up to her, kissing her mouth again as she unbuttoned Lydia's pants. She could tell that Lydia was wet and worked up, and the puddle forming in her own knickers was incredible. She turned Lydia to face the car, wrapping her arms around the younger woman, hands cupped under her breasts and mouth sucking her neck. Leaning forward slowly Lucy managed to press Lydia against the bonnet, Lydia gasping as the warm metal met her hard nipples, a feeling so foreign she could only groan.
Lucy started working Lydia's pants down, peeling them, taking her time to reveal Lydia's gorgeous arse. She licked her lips as Lydia's firm round globes are revealed, and planted a lingering kiss on each buttock. "Jesus, Lydia, you have the most amazing body," she whispered, her hands gently parting Lydia's cheeks and her tongue gently licking Lydia's tight arsehole, making Lydia whimper. Lucy pulled the pants down to Lydia's ankles, pressing her further forward on the car to get access to that hot wet cunt.
Lucy could smell Lydia's delicious juice and knew how hot Lydia was. She traced a finger over the swollen lips, seeing the glisten in the street light glowing over the wall. She dipped her head and let her tongue flatten against the hot slipperiness, slowly lapping from Lydia's cunt lips, over her opening, and right up her arse crack, lingering at the tight pucker to make Lydia moan again. She rubbed the hardening clit softly with a finger as she licked over and over, like a well-trained dog, making Lydia pant and whimper her name.
"Oh Jesus Lucy, oh fuck..."Lydia moaned, unable to believe a tongue could make her feel this way. The men she'd fucked had never got her so wet and excited before, not by a long shot, and she could feel her body starting to tremble as she built towards climax.
