"Thanks for a wonderful evening," Barbara Loomis told Tim Jackman when they pulled up in front of her apartment building late Saturday evening.
Barbara worked at the Jamestown Police Department, as the secretary for the chief of detectives. She'd wanted to go out with Tim since the first time he'd come into her office to drop off crime reports from his shift for the detectives, and was delighted when he asked her to go to the movies with him. She accepted his invitation immediately.
"It's not that late. Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?" she asked.
"Sure," Tim said. He studied at his companion. Her honey-blonde hair, which looked thick and soft, fell just below her shoulders and framed an attractive face that held a pair of arresting blue eyes. She also had a very kissable pair of full lips. She was tall, about five-nine, weighed maybe one-thirty-five, and every ounce of that weight was well-distributed from what he could see. She had on white cable-knit cardigan sweater and a snug ribbed white skirt that allowed him to see how we--formed her long legs were.
Barbara's apartment was on the second floor, and following the lovely girl up the stairs provided Tim with quite a pleasing view. Her alluring bottom moved wonderfully as she mounted the stairs. His cock was half-hard by the time they reached her door.
When they got into the apartment, Barbara directed Tim to the sofa in her living room and she headed for the little kitchen area adjoining it to make the coffee. "Do you take cream or sugar in your coffee?" she asked as she started getting the coffee going.
Tim said, " I take it black."
Barbara smiled. "All you cops drink your coffee black, don't you?" she said.
Tim nodded. "It's a necessary evil if you're working night shift," he replied. "Got to do what you have to so you can stay awake."
Barbara started the coffee pot, then she walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa next to him. She laid her hand on his. "I really did have a nice time tonight, Tim," she said softly.
Tim wasn't prepared for the sensations that shot up his arm when Barbara's hand touched his. They were a lot stronger than he anticipated. "I, ah, I had a nice time, too," he admitted. He smiled at the pretty blonde.
Barbara blushed, got up, went to the counter and filled two cups with coffee. Then she carried them to the coffee table, set them down, then sat down next to Tim again. "Do you like being a cop, Tim?" she asked.
Tim nodded. "A lot," he replied. "I guess I've always wanted to be a cop, actually." He put a hand on her arm.
Barbara was leaning forward to put down her coffee cup when he touched her. When she felt his touch, she turned toward him.
Barbara's sudden turn caught Tim off guard. He didn't have time to pull his hand away and it wound up resting on the side of one of her firm breasts. When he realized where his hand was, he jerked it away quickly and turned bright red. "I...I'm sorry, Barbara," he stammered, "I...I didn't mean to...ah...."
Barbara reddened and smiled at her date, enjoying his discomfiture. "I know, Tim," she said, softly, "if I hadn't moved so fast, it wouldn't have happened. But...but I...I don't mind..." She blushed again and kept looking at him, then she leaned forward and put her arms around him. "I'm not sorry it happened," she whispered. "It...it felt nice."
Tim's throat tightened, his cock leapt in his pants, and his arms went around her. It felt awfully good to have a woman in his arms again. It had been quite a while.
Barbara tilted her head back and looked up at Tim, her lips parted ever so slightly. Then he covered her lips with his. The kiss grew more ardent the longer it persevered.
Barbara's tongue caressed Tim's lips and, tentatively, his tongue came out, seeking contact with hers. Her arms slid around his neck and, with a muffled groan, she strained against him, showing an urgency that surprised him.
When the kiss ended, Barbara looked at Tim with wide eyes. Her chest was heaving and she was trembling. "Oh, Tim," she whispered. "I...I feel so strange. I...I..."
"I do, too," he said, caressing her face. Then he started to comb his fingers through her soft, silky hair. She pressed against him and continued to gaze into his eyes.
Over Barbara's shoulder, Tim saw the open door to her bedroom. He stood up, took her hand, pulled her to her feet and into his arms. Barbara moved against him and again their lips met in a kiss just as passionate as their first one. When the kiss was over, Tim led his trembling date toward the open doorway.
"Tim, what...what are you doing?" Barbara asked softly.
"I'm going to make love to you," he told her.
"Oh, yessss!!" Barbara murmured.
Tim's heart thudded like a pile-driver and his legs were shaky as, holding hands, they walked into her bedroom.
Inside the room, they faced each other. Barbara's chest was heaving and her eyes were squeezed shut. Tim began opening her sweater and she stood there trembling, offering no resistance.
When he had the sweater unbuttoned, Tim peeled it from her and dropped it to the floor, then he ran his fingers lightly over the silky, warm skin he'd exposed. He felt goose-bumps rise on her soft flesh.
"God, Tim, that feels so wonderful," Barbara whispered. "You...you're so gentle..."
Tim loosened her skirt then pushed it down, leaving her wearing only a bra and panties. He continued caressing her, then he slipped his hands behind her and he undid the clasp of her bra.
When she felt her bra loosen, Barbara raised her hands to her chest and held the flimsy garment in place, looking at Tim wide-eyed.
He slid his hands down her sides, hooked the waist of her panties and dragged them down, then began caressing her buttocks.
