Michael Powell was exhausted now. He lay very still, taking small, shallow, quick breaths. On his lumpy single bed, staring at the cracked, white ceiling of his room, Michael recounted the events of earlier that night, in his own private mind movie. He took one deeper breath, closed his eyes and smiled. He opened them again and reached over to pick up the toilet roll from the floor at the side of his bed. He wiped away the sticky mess that had landed on his flat stomach a minute before, cleaned the head of his now shrinking phallus and finally wiped his hands. He got off the bed, still naked, and made the short trip down the hall, mistakenly thinking there was no one else home.
Victoria opened her door adjacent to the shared bathroom just as Michael placed his hand on the knob of the bathroom door. He froze, turned his head and saw the grinning face of his flatmate peering out of her doorway looking directly at his exposed backside. He hopelessly tried to cover himself up, but only succeeded in showing off the big clump of sticky toilet roll in his hand. Not for the first time that day, Michael cursed his luck. Being caught in two compromising situations in one day had to be some sort of record. "Sorry Vix," he offered. "I didn't think anyone else was in."
"Obviously not," she replied still eyeing him up and down with a Cheshire cat grin, almost reaching from one ear to the other. "I thought it was a full moon tonight. Thanks for the confirmation Mikey!"
"Anytime," he muttered before entering the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind himself. He could still hear Victoria giggling in the hall way as he threw the toilet roll into the loo and flushed. He cleaned himself up in the shower and let the pulsating hot water help re-energise his aching muscles. What a day.
Back in his room, his mind wandered forward to Tuesday. The night he was next going to meet Julie Lovell. Earlier that day, she had caught him sniffing her knickers in her flat. He'd been there investigating a 'flashing' incident that Julie had been the victim of. Right now he felt like a victim himself. She'd made him masturbate in front of her and had tricked him into covering his own helmet with his ejaculation. Alright, so at the time it'd had given him a hell of a thrill and Julie was one sexy woman. She was confident, flirtatious and for an older woman, she had a wonderfully voluptuous figure. But, he still felt pretty humiliated.
He was going round on Tuesday to retrieve his helmet and his kinky tormentor had asked him to wear his uniform again and ensure he took round some handcuffs. He had no doubt as to what her intentions were. While the idea of getting to make love to this fantasy figure was more than appealing, he also wanted to get his own back. The question was how? Michael Powell fell asleep soon after, confident that by the end of the weekend, he would have a plan.
* * * * *
The four days since Julie Lovell's 'police encounter' had been the four longest days of her life. She simply couldn't wait to get her hands on PC Michael Powell. Now, the day had finally arrived. Over the weekend, she'd treated herself to new, lacy, expensive, sexy lingerie and a revealing low cut crop-top. She'd also spent every spare minute in her flat fingering and vibrating her swollen clit, inserting several cock substitutes into her desperate pussy. Now, umpteen satisfying orgasms later, she was ready for her next 'police encounter'.
In an attempt to calm her nerves, Julie had had two glasses of red wine when the buzzer finally sounded in her flat. Michael Powell was outside the building and he was right on time. She took a deep breath before walking over to intercom and pressing the talk button. "Hello?" she said in the sexiest voice she could muster.
"Hi Julie, it's Mikey. I've come for my helmet remember?"
"How could I possibly forget Mikey. Come on up."
She could hear the pounding wind and rain as he spoke and quickly pressed the release button allowing Mikey access to the flats. Julie hoped the storm brewing was an indication of things to come in the bedroom. She still retained a small, nagging doubt that Mikey would pass up the chance of more sexual games, but she was going to do everything she possibly could to make sure it happened
Julie paused at the mirror in her hall to check her hair and make-up. As she straightened her skirt, she heard the quiet, apologetic knock at her flat door. Her heart was pounding as she moved towards it. She prayed to herself that the young officer was wearing his uniform. On his day off, that would surely indicate that her luck was in.
She felt like a love-sick teenager, her knees trembling a little as she bent forward to look through the peephole. Her heart sank, a horrible feeling developing in the pit of her stomach. He was wearing his uniform alright, but he wasn't the only officer out there.
She knew that nothing was going to happen. How stupid of her. To think that this handsome, young, virile police officer would want to make love to her. Plain Julie Lovell, forty-something nobody from Smalltown, England. What had she been thinking? An instant feeling of regret washed over her. Why had she not taken him when she had the chance the other night? She paused a moment, trying to re-compose herself before slowly opening the door.
Mikey spoke first in a gentle, caring manner before stepping inside, his colleague close behind him.
"Hello again Miss Lovell. How are you?"
"Fine," replied Julie sharply, failing miserably to hide her disappointment.
"This is WPC Davenport," said Mikey motioning to his colleague. Julie and the attractive female police officer shook hands as Mikey continued. "I'm afraid we still have no suspect. There have, however, been two other incidents in the local area since he paid you a visit. He hasn't been back here has he?"
"No. No such luck," said Julie under her breath.
"Sorry?"
"No, he hasn't been back," replied Julie curtly.
"Everything OK Ma'am?" asked WPC Davenport. "You're not still nauseous are you?"
"What?"
"You know, you being sick in PC Powell's helmet the other night. Are you alright now?"
"Oh that. Yes. Fine. Couldn't be better. I suppose you want it back?" said Julie looking directly at Mikey.
