"I really need to get back to the station." Kirstin re-iterated as she walked up the steps to Sakeena's house.
"Yeah but you need pants first, unless you want to go to work in your tightey whities."
The joke made Kirstin's fists tighten, another knock on her sense of pride. It was true she did feel incomplete, even with Sakeena's coat acting as a skirt. "Okay fine, just hurry please."
The urgency in going back to the department and speaking with Helena made Kirstin forget about her state of undress as well as her discovery of Melissa's secret. Instead, Kirstin's mind struggled to compartmentalize the events that occurred when she interviewed Helena and what Alan just told her. She waited until she was inside Sakeena's home to ask, "How the fuck did that shirt get in her room?"
"Well I'd think it would be obvious." Sakeena began, "Either she killed him, or it was planted, which leads to the question of why." she gestured for Kirstin to follow her into the laundry room, "Do you have a preference as to a type of pants?"
"Umm, jeans if you have them." Kirstin didn't want to offend Sakeena with size, thinking back to seeing her curvaceous hips.
Bending down, Sakeena opened the dryer and rifled through a pile of clothes, humming to herself before shutting the door. "I don't have any down here. I do up in my room. While you're waiting, take of your panties and I'll wash them."
Kirstin's hands pressed tighter against her crotch as she looked at Sakeena. "My panties?"
"Yeah, they're dirty from that dog biting into them. Just take them off."
"But, I'll be going camo then."
Sakeena's eyebrow raised. "And that would be a problem for you?"
"I mean...it'd be my..parts rubbing against your jeans." Kirstin said in a low voice, the act of intimacy making her heart rise. She hoped she wouldn't have to explicitly state that if she did go camo, it would be more than her blonde pubic hair touching Sakeena's jeans.
"Ugh fine. You can put on one of mine." Sakeena said as she walked past Kirstin. "There should be some in the dryer, I'll be right back."
With her mouth open in astonishment, Kirstin watched Sakeena disappear up the steps, leaving her to stare at the dryer once more in disbelief at what she just heard. Was she really allowing Kirstin to rifle through her unmentionables? She unwrapped the coat and set it on the washer. She knelt down in front of the dryer and opened the door to find a pile of Sakeena's clothes.
Despite being given permission, Kirstin felt perverse the moment she touched the clothes. She'd arrested prowlers before, thinking back to the salacious men who sniffed panties and did other things with them. It wasn't too long ago that she did her own snooping into Sakeena's things, an excavation that led to the discovery of another erotic desire she had.
As she rifled through the dryer, Kirstin recalled the rainbow colored panties Sakeena wore and wondered if that was all the doctor had. So far, Kirstin hadn't found any panties, just shirts and socks. It wasn't until she felt something lacey that she quickly grabbed it, wanting to get her own soiled panties off. She held her hand over her mouth as soon as she realized what it was.
The lace was pink, lining the waistband and leg holes of the almost V-shaped undergarments. The rest of it was purple, a cotton thong that almost disappeared as it curved around the back. She would have preferred something more modest, but instead of putting them back, Kirstin held them with both hands, trying to imagine Sakeena in them, the V accentuating her front while revealing the plump cheeks of her backside.
Standing up, Kirstin pulled her panties down, the damp feeling in between her legs still present. After being single for as long as she was, Kirstin didn't see a need to wear thongs anymore. It was when she stepped into Sakeena's that the bare feeling of her thighs brought her back to the last time she wore a pair, a sense of vulnerability, like it was meant to be worn so hands could grab her ass while she locked lips with a partner. Even with consenting to wear them, there was a judgment Kirstin made, she was being naughty.
With her buttocks uncovered, Kirstin still felt naked, but being in Sakeena's clothes, made her enjoy the fantasy. The fresh cotton against her sex made Kirstin breath heavy as her hands traveled down her sides and along the top of the thong, her fingers exploring the lace as she thought about Sakeena in them.
The idea that a psychologist would be so racy made Kirstin's mind wander. She thought back to standing outside of Sakeena's office and imagined breaking in, pinning Sakeena against her desk to lift up her skirt and expose herself. her wrists would be handcuffed behind her back, allowing Kirstin's hands to take their time in traveling against Sakeena's ass, soft until Kirstin's nails dragged across them. The icing on the cake was when she pulled the tiny string to the side, her fingers reaching towards Sakeena's anus and finding the black drawstring to the beads she had inside her.
Opening her eyes, Kirstin went to throw her own panties in the washer and gasped when she felt something cold against her womanhood. Looking down, she pulled the top of the waistband and examined the inside, noticing a dark stain on the inside. "Shit." she whispered as she folded both hands over her crotch. Not twenty minutes ago she had let her desires get the best of her and here she was, losing control once more. The damage was done and since there was no turning back, she didn't see the harm in returning to her fantasy.
Closing her eyes, Kirstin pressed harder into the panties, pressing the cotton against her tender sex and rubbed at a slow pace, each stroke making her shudder as she imagined making Sakeena tremble with every pull of the beads. The stoic nature of her professionalism would be shattered, reducing her to a moaning submissive who begged Kirstin for more as she was brought closer to the edge. While one hand did the pulling, Kirstin's other hand would reach under and explore how wet she made Sakeena.
Resting against the washer, Kirstin's mouth opened as she rubbed faster, her other hand traveling up her shirt to grope her breasts.
"Okay I think these will fit-OH!" Sakeena squealed once she saw Kirstin in the midst of self pleasure.
Shrieking, Kirstin opened her eyes and turned to the side, raising a leg as she kept her hands over her wet panties. "Shit! Fuck! I'm sorry!" she shouted, turning her head. Unbeknownst to her, with her leg raised, Sakeena could see a side profile of Kirstin's lower half, bare legs protecting her front but showing off the entire back side of her thigh. That she caught Kirstin a second time masturbating made Sakeena wonder how fragile her resolve was against desire, the contrast of her being in law enforcement making Sakeena's body temperature rise.
"Jesus! Sakeena I didn't mean.." Kirstin began to say. She looked up and saw Sakeena move forward, reaching out to press her finger over Kirstin's lips to shush her.
"It's okay." she whispered, a smile spreading across her lips. "I didn't think you'd wear those." she dropped the jeans and wrapped her arms around Kirstin, the fear of violating professional ethics out of her consciousness since it was Kirstin who was technically violating them. In Sakeena's opinion, she had Kirstin in the palm of her hand. "I like you in these." She said, letting her hands travel down to grasp both halves of Kirstin's ass, the soft flesh making Sakeena's own loins tense up.
Gasping again at the touch of someone else, Kirstin held onto Sakeena for stability and leaned forward to kiss her. The wet sensation of Sakeena's mouth reminded Kirstin of what she'd been missing and she leaned harder to reveal how much she wanted more. With her body primed for sex, she lost her resolve and slid her hands under the back of Sakeena's shirt, running her hands against the psychologists' back and gently dragging her nails against her dark skin.
The nails felt less like talons, and more like an electric current, bringing a shiver to Sakeena's spine. She responded by giving a kiss of her own, opening her mouth to invite Kirstin's tongue, both of them taking their time, every flick of their tongue a foreshadow of what else was in store. Sakeena pushed Kirstin against the washer, making her wince at the ice cold touch of metal against her backside.
The fact that Kirstin wasn't laughed at for being caught masturbating and instead, rewarded with intimacy made Kirstins' embrace around Sakeena that much tighter. Regardless of the cruelty towards each other in the past, in this moment, she was half naked and didn't feel embarrassed because she was desired.
"Take off my skirt." Sakeena whispered.
Kirstin didn't need to be told, her hands were already there, touching the zipper. Pinching it with her fingers, Kirstin pulled it down and dug into the open flaps, letting them slide down to run her hands against the silk that covered Sakeena's curvy buttocks. Kirstin wanted to see what panties Sakeena wore, but didn't want to break contact with her lips.
"Pull them."
"What?" Kirstin whispered, taking the moment away from Sakeena's mouth to kiss her neck.
"Mmmmmmm...Grab the back and pull as hard as you can." she said, demonstrating by grabbing the back of Kirstin's thong and pulling up.
The pain shot in between Kirstin's legs and through her pelvic floor, all she could do was push harder into Sakeena. By now, her womanhood quivered and she responded by obeying Sakeena's command. With both hands, Kirstin' grabbed the back of Sakeena's panties and pulled them back over her posterior before pulling up and turning it into an improvised thong.
The moan that erupted from Sakeena's mouth made Kirstin smile as she nibbled at Sakeena's lip. "Oh you're so fucking hot." she hissed, pushing her nails harder into Sakeena's ass before giving it a hard spank. Like hitting a waterbed, Kirstin held her hand still to feel the ripples of her impact while Sakeena removed Kirstin's jacket to run her hands under Kirstin's shirt.
