This is the next installment in the story of Sunny, a young lady I met over 25 years ago when I was a detective in New Jersey. Our relationship was almost totally sexual but I think of her often today with considerable affection. She was absolutely one of my favorites, though we haven't spoken in nearly 20 years. Here's to you, Sunny!!!
Life in the detective bureau was anything but routine. Everyday there were new challenges. Crime never stops.
My day began at 8:30 am. I usually stopped off on the way to work to pick up coffee and some form of breakfast for myself and for the rest of the detectives, as well as the Chief. One of my duties was a review of the crime reports filed by the uniform division during the previous 24 hours. Cops often were not skilled writers. It was my job to review their reports for accuracy and completeness. Eventually, many of these reports would find their way into evidence at a trial and we wanted them to be as "lawyer proof" as possible. This could be a daunting task as many of the men had very poor writing ability. More than anything, it came down to laziness. Nevertheless, I often had several dozen reports to peruse on a daily basis. This task usually took up to an hour to complete at the beginning of each day.
Sunny and I were seeing quite a bit of each other in the early eighties. She was bartending at night and I always worked the dayshift, so our time together was somewhat limited. But, we made do with whatever time was available to us. Often, that was simply meeting somewhere nearby for coffee.
The detective bureau came equipped with a private telephone line that was not accessible through the police department switchboard. We called it the black phone. Ostensibly, it was to be used for informants and other confidential business. More often, the black phone was used by wives and girlfriends who could reach their party without having to go through the switchboard. I gave the number to Sunny and she checked in with me nearly every morning. The sound of her voice always cheered me up. She was always so vivacious and sweet, it was impossible not to look forward to her calls.
On a typical day, the black phone would ring around 9:30. I would answer it. The other guys had to know it was Sunny calling, because my face would light up at the sound of her voice. She would usually volunteer to pick up coffee at the deli and we would meet in a park nearby to drink it and visit for a few minutes. After her call, I would wait a half hour or so, then tell the crew that I was going to the post office. I suspect they knew where I was going but no one ever let on and it was never an issue. I always took my personal vehicle to avoid anyone complaining about being with her in a police car.
The park was a couple of miles from headquarters. I had to navigate a series of narrow, winding roads that took me to the top of a small mountain, where the park lay in a three or four acre clearing. It wasn't much of a park; just a few ancient oak trees and a walkway to a rock overlooking a cliff. According to legend, General Knox of the Revolutionary Army stood on this huge rock and observed the British Troops marching toward his position prior to the Battle of Morristown; hence, the name Knox Rock.
The road to the park actually bisected it. On the right side were a parking lot and a small, circular and heavily wooded picnic area, complete with old, rusty barbecue grills that had not seen service in decades. I pulled in there, found a comfortable parking place and awaited Sunny's arrival. She was always prompt, so I knew I wouldn't have long to wait.
Within minutes, I could see Sunny in her Toyota hatchback, heading into the park and then into the picnic area to meet me. She pulled in to my left and flashed a big grin in my direction. At the time, I was about 35; Sunny was 19. She was every older guys dream; cute, built and ready at a moment's notice. Sunny had many good qualities, but, physically, she had the best tits in town. They were a solid "D" cup, yet firm and soft to the touch. Her pink areolas were silver dollar-sized and capped with little eraser-sized nipples that were fully erect. She also had very sexy tan lines, demonstrating that she wore the briefest of swimsuits. She had blue eyes, blonde hair and glowing white teeth. All in all, a pleasure to look at.
Sunny dressed to please. She knew I was a tit worshipper and did her very best to show them off to me whenever we met. She would often tell me that she was planning to wear "my favorite bra", which really meant no bra at all. When she told me that, I started developing a hard on before I left the office. On this particular occasion, Sunny got out of her car and walked around to the passenger side of my car, carrying the brown paper bag with two cups of coffee in it. She was wearing red short shorts and a navy blue tube top, which barely contained her gorgeous knockers. They bounced as she walked the few feet to my car. My dick was as hard as flint.
Sunny sat in my passenger seat, handed me the bag and leaned over to give me a welcome kiss. She looked so hot, I thought the seats were about to catch fire. Then, she leaned against the door, putting her left foot on the seat, while leaving her right foot on the floor, giving me a view of her pussy as her tight shorts clung to it. Her tits were literally spilling out over the top of the tube top. It was hard to concentrate on anything.
I handed Sunny her coffee and we began to talk about the affairs of the day, but with her tantalizing me, I had trouble focusing and she knew it. She wasn't much more than a kid, but she could tease with the best of them. When I told her how great she looked, she smiled and lightly caressed her pussy, but just for a moment; just enough to catch my eye.
"How do you like this top," she asked as she pulled it down, revealing her magnificent boobs. I had seen them dozens of times before, but every time she revealed them, I was awestruck. They were stunning. She continued the tease by caressing them, one in each hand. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as my cock grew to full length and to a hardness that was capable of cutting diamonds.
"Are you kidding? It is wonderful, especially when you pull it down like that," I replied. She was legally an adult but Sunny had a marvelous child-like quality that she combined with her natural assets in a way that would turn any man on. She continued sipping her coffee which she held in one hand, while touching herself with the other. She smiled and giggled as she knew the effect she was having on me.
"Are you enjoying the show?" The lump in my pants made the answer obvious. "Absolutely," I said. "You are incredible, the sexiest woman I have ever seen. My cock is throbbing."
