As I lay in bed after my night out with Eric, I thought about what I had let him do to me. I probably should have taken a shower but instead went straight to bed. My hands drifted down my belly to my pussy. My pussy hair was matted with dried come and the insides of my thighs were also coated with come. I touched my pussy and dipped a finger inside to feel I was still wet from all the come he'd pumped into me. As I rubbed his slippery come on my hard clit I realized I could still taste his come in my mouth. I spread my legs and began squirming my hips, rubbing my wet clit faster. I felt ashamed, but I started to orgasm as I remembered what I had done...
I'm a 26 year-old police officer, 5'11'', with blonde hair just past my shoulders, thin, with a small ass that my boyfriends have described as "nice, round and tight." I'm considered very pretty, having been told by some guys that I should have been a model. I have medium size breasts, and they sit high, with very sensitive nipples. One weakness I have is that when a guy starts licking my nipples my pussy gets instantly wet. Another weakness I have is that an attractive, well-built guy can really catch my eye.
I'm currently dating a nice guy who treats me very well. Our sex life is pretty hot and I wasn't looking to date anyone else, until....
One afternoon I was sent to handle a minor traffic accident. As I helped the drivers exchange information, I couldn't help noticing one of them, a tall, good looking, dark haired guy, looking at me. I tried to act professionally, but as the guy continued to stare, unashamedly looking me up and down, I began to wonder what he was thinking. I made it a practice to never date guys I met on the job, but as he continued to stare, I began to feel a tingling between my legs.
He said, "Thanks for helping, officer, I'm Eric."
"I'm Catherine," I replied, as he looked into my eyes. Later, I'd find out what he was thinking that day.
The next day, a dozen roses arrived at the station. I opened the card sent with them and read, "I've been thinking about you. Call me, Eric," accompanied by a phone number.
I thought, what's the harm in calling him? He seemed like a nice guy and is probably just grateful that I helped him at his accident.
I didn't want my boyfriend to get mad so I didn't say anything about the flowers or Eric's note.
I will admit I was curious. Why did he send flowers? What did he want?
The next day, after mustering up my nerve, I called Eric. I was nervous, and wasn't even sure why I was calling him. After some small talk, Eric asked if I'd go out with him Friday night. I don't know why, but I agreed to meet him at a downtown restaurant. I told myself it was just to satisfy my curiosity. After all, I was happy with my boyfriend and was certainly not looking to start a relationship with a stranger I'd just met. But I have to admit I was flattered that Eric wanted to go out with me, and I did find him attractive. I thought; why not meet him for dinner and a few drinks? I'd be able to find out why he apparently found me so interesting and then go home, no harm done, right?
As I stepped out of the shower and began dressing for our date, I looked in the mirror and had to admit I looked good. I was still tanned from a vacation at the beach, and the tan-lines from the little bikini I'd worn made for a nice contrast with my tight little pale ass and pussy. I loved to wear little bikinis to the beach and enjoyed teasing men. I got turned-on knowing that they were looking at my tall, thin well–tanned body. I could feel them staring at my long legs and small tight ass in my little bikini bottom. They might want me, but they couldn't have me. I don't sleep with just anyone, and never on the first date. My breasts were also very pale, making my small sensitive nipples stand out. I thought it too bad Eric wouldn't get to see my tan lines.
I put on little white bikini panties and a matching bra. No pantyhose; as my long tanned legs didn't need them to look good. I then put on a very short black mini-dress with little straps holding it up. I fixed my blonde hair so that it hung loosely over my shoulders. I topped off my outfit with black high-heeled shoes that made me even taller.
Eric was already at the restaurant when I got there. As he stood to greet me he once again looked me up and down. I blushed a little and wished I hadn't dressed so sexy. I didn't want to lead Eric on. I was just there to satisfy my curiosity and had no intention of doing anything physical with him.
I have to admit he was very handsome, with nice blue eyes and a very athletic build under a well cut and expensive-looking suit. I also had to admit that if I wasn't already dating someone and if we'd met outside of work I would probably date him.
We had dinner and more drinks than I probably should have. He asked if I'd like to go back to his place for an after-dinner drink. Again, not quite sure why, I agreed.
We arrived at Eric's apartment. It was tastefully and expensively furnished, with a nice view over the city.
