For those of you reading, I don't jump right into the sex you will have to follow the story to get to the sexual parts.
Earthday was here and I knew that it was going to be a whopper. It seemed I had been the on the unlucky side of the draw this year. Normally I would have taken a leave day and avoided this celebration like the plague but now it seemed that I would be not only working the main epicenter event but also be in full control of the patrol working.
Let me briefly explain here that normally these events are held and go off without a hitch, but seeing the state of the world and our engagements overseas the DC police department wanted all aspects covered for either a riot or possible terrorist attack. Being the senior member, one of the few that weren’t behind a desk I may add, of the police force I had been chosen to head up all points for this day’s massive celebration and events.
At 5:45 A.M. there I was pulling out the crispest uniform I had and adorning it with the usual name badge and gear. As I buckled on my utility belt I had a faint stirring down below. The one thing I could look forward to today was the normal array of participants to the Earthday celebrations. As a rule a few celebrities spoke near the Lincoln monument and then a concert was held in the park. Of course among the crowd would be the little college cuties, you know the ones, those that are vegans or something of that nature, and dressed in some type of hemp clothing and sans bras.
Ah the site of unfettered breasts always would bring a smile to my face. I looked in the mirror sizing myself up making sure I was in tip top inspection form. I thought I was at least remotely handsome still even though I was rolling down that hill of old age now. Standing a modest 5'10", weighing in at right around 210 and still in peak physical condition even for an old fart like me I still turned a few heads. My once thick black main was now greying at the temples and it seemed to give me that edge certain women still related to. That whole mature look that reminded them of some one like there fathers or grandfathers.
I headed out the door to go and meet the detail and lay out the day’s game plan and position every one before anyone showed up besides the usual overnight campers that were allowed for this event. The one item missing from the uniforms today would be our handguns. Today was supposed to be a peaceful day and we just wanted to enforce a presence only. Not a threat to the good natured crowd that regularly attended Earthday in DC.
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Trisha looked in the mirror, today was the day. She had her little picket sign ready, “Blow up the oil, Destroy the soil”. She was planning on protesting with a large group of her college sorority that was up in arms about the war going on over in Iraq. Every one feared the same only these girls were trying to get their message heard. They all had the same dark worried feeling that Iraq would destroy the oil reserves over their just to spite our attack on their country. That or they would destroy the oil fields in Kuwait and either way the eco harmony would then suffer severe repercussions.
The plan was to protest with their signs and not get rowdy or anything of that nature. Plus this was an opportunity to see some of the most outspoken and earth friendly celebrities as well as a kick ass concert. So either way Trisha looked at this as a win-win situation. She headed out to her car and headed down to the railway system so that she would be able to get a quick ride home tonight and not have to sit in traffic.
Trisha felt the nip of the air rip through her tiny T-shirt with a picture of the earth on it and the midriff bare. Her shorts were perhaps a little too short she realized as she sat down in her car and felt the cushion on the bottom portion of her exposed ass cheeks. Oh well it won’t hurt to give some of the guys there a few glimpses of skin she figured.
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At noon the sun was high above and I could scarcely stand the heat as I stood there next to the stage listening to one of the guys on stage giving his speech. The crowd roared appreciatively after every pause the guy gave and although I had no idea who he was apparently everyone else around me did.
“Captain Mead,” my earpiece crackled startling me out of my heat induced mind wandering.
“This is Captain Mead, over,” I replied.
“Um sir, I think we may have a situation brewing over near the side of the monument,” Sargent Davis chuckled.
“Oh really what is it?” I inquired.
“Well, sir, I think that some of these little college girls that are protesting might have irked a few of the drinking frat boys somehow and it seems like tensions are mounting quickly.” In the background I could hear some yelling but nothing abnormal about that in a crowd this size.
“Ok, Davis, are you just pulling my leg,” I asked with some reserve, “or are you serious and need assistance with some cute coeds?”
“No Captain, for once I am dead serious I don’t want to end up letting this one go and a riot starting.”
“10-4 Davis,” I responded, “All available units proceed to vector 3, use persuasion guys not your mace,” I chuckled. As soon as I placed the mic. back on my hip I was quickly moving around through the section taped off to gain quicker access to the needed area. _____________
Trisha and her friends were dripping with sweat by noon and the crowd of frat boys near them seemed in the mood to pick a fight today. Even if it were with girls as the case may be here. Trisha stood in the front of her group trying to calm every one down well aware that her sweat soaked T-shirt was proudly displaying her chest and the dark aureolas and nipples against the wet white material. She had hoped maybe a little shot of titty would subdue the immature boys who had somehow smuggled in some beer but so far she had not had any luck.
“Come on boys,” she pleaded, “we just want to enjoy the day and show off our signs in quiet protest.”