I've reported an attempted break and enter at the school – again. I just love getting called in on weekends to deal with all the paperwork and mess, so I'm grumpy as hell. The principal heads off to check the rest of the school, while I put on a labcoat over my jeans and white tshirt to get started with cleaning up the mess.
I hear the dull roar of the engine from about a mile away. At first I think it is probably just the hoons who did the damage, then I realise it is traffic branch patrol car, totally over spec'd for chasing baddies along the highway. Unusual that they would be called to a break and enter, but anyway….
There is a quiet knock and the door, and I look up from the shattered glass to see a tall slim police officer standing there. I’m instantly like "wow". He’s a little younger than me, and obviously in great shape. Not classically handsome but a face that is really attractive and he has a nice bearing – confident but not arrogant. And there's that whole "saving princesses vibe" of a man in uniform. These are completely inappropriate thoughts while we are acting in our professional capacity, but I can't help it. I’m suddenly aware of my lab coat and glasses and gloves (for cleaning the mess) – sooooooooooo attractive eh? Fuck I wish I’d worn something nicer.
He politely asks my name and what has happened, writing the details in his notebook. He checks out the possible entry points and tools used, and draws a diagram of the layout of the room and itemizes the damage done. His radio crackles at his waist – I know he's constantly aware of what is going on in the city and around him. Too many years of unexpected surprises makes him a little on edge, even in the quiet lab on a Saturday afternoon.
He says "Well thanks. That’s all we need for now. Can I have your contact details in case we need any further information?” I give him my card and sprawl my private mobile number on the back. "Just in case" I say. "Just in case of what?" he says. I laugh awkwardly. Shit. He says "Do you have much more to do here? It’s a pain on your day off isn't it? At least I’m knocking off in 5 minutes so I can nick off soon and finish the paperwork off tomorrow".
I think – "Was that an opening?”. I say – "Cool". There’s a pause. He says "Is your boyfriend picking you up?" AHA! Sussing out marital status! Or…concerned about a lone female leaving the scene of a recent crime on her own? I lie – "No boyfriend".
He says "Maybe I should hang around until you ready to go home. Hahaha not paid for by the taxpayer after all". I mumble "Yeah OK thanks that's very sweet of you". Ok it's now or never…. "Can you help me get some detergent out of the back office?"
He almost imperceptibly raises on eyebrow. I grab his hand and trail him behind me to the back room with no windows as it's used for storage. I close and lock the door, saying "No talking". It’s quite dark apart from some blinking electronic equipment. I put my hands on his shoulders and push him to sit down on a pile of folded up boxes. I’m watching his face for his reaction. He smiles. I stand in front of him, wriggling my way out of my jeans (oh thank god, black lacy knickers!). I hook my fingers into my panties and gyrate my hips ever so slightly, pulling them down to the tops of my thighs. He sees my tidy bush over the top of the lace and I swear I can hear his mouth start to water.
I straddle him, our eyes locked together.
He slides his hands up under my t-shirt. Ooohh no bra. He pushes up my t-shirt (lab coat still in place) and I lean forward and dangle my beautiful nipples in front of his mouth. He licks and nips at them, intuitively knowing how much I adore that. It makes my juices run and makes my pussy ache. I grind into his uniform (ouch), he removes the radio and lays it behind him. I laugh at the thought of accidentally turning on transmission….
He unbuckles, unzips, slides his uniform pants down and is out of his boxers in record time. I have shimmied forward so he can do this, "accidentally" bringing my beautiful pussy within inches of his face. I know he can smell me. There’s a small wet stain that he can see in the dim light. I love the gap between the elastic and the indentation where my thigh joins my hips and I know he can see it. I am longing for a lick, for his tongue to explore me. He is looking up at me with lust in his eyes. I lick my hand slowly and suggestively, looking into his eyes, reaching behind me to stroke his beautiful hard cock. I’m not surprised to feel that he's full-on hard already.
He pulls my panties to the side, holding them across with one thumb, using his hands on my hips to guide me back over his cock.
Suddenly time slows down. After the frenzy of action (professional acquaintances to nearly naked in a few minutes) I hold myself over his erect cock, barely touching the warm velvety tip to my pussy. Holding it with my hand and my hips gliding smoothly I let it part my lips ever so slightly, sliding myself back and forth on it, from back to front and front to back, pressing gently against my hard clit, sliding back over my opening, back to my ass, then forward again, with hypnotic slowness. Then I press it against his tummy, sliding back and forth from base to tip. Then I hold the head against my opening, I close my eyes, not moving. Our juices start to mingle – his precum to perfectly slippery, my juices rich and …juicy. The head pops into my vagina in the most exquisite way, creating a beautiful warm tension around my tight opening, where all the nerve endings are. He moans and I cover his mouth. We hang suspended there, my juicy wet pussy kissing the head of his perfect wet cock.
I really really want his hard hard cock deep deep in me, but I also want to make him w-a-i-t.
He grabs my hips and resolves the dilemma – he thrusts smoothly and deeply into me, forcing apart my pussy as he enters me, reaching deep into me. Each stroke is more lubricated than the last. We slide perfectly together. As his buttocks hit the ground I press down on his shoulders, my knees to either side of his hips, my shins along the cardboard ground alongside his thighs, and start to ride him slowly, from base to tip (nearly letting go) then back down again, pausing and grinding my ass and thighs into his hips at the end of the downstroke, trying to get him one…more…half centimeter into me.
My panties (yes I am still wearing them) makes for a delicious obstacle, rubbing against his cock on every stroke. He pulls them in every direction to increase the sensations across my butt and pussy, nearly snapping them. He skilfully uses them to pull my pussy lips to one side to open me more to him, teasing my clit and tickling my butt crack at the same time. Oh dear god.
When he tries to thrust I pin him down by raising his arms above his head and holding him down with my weight, hooking my feet across his thighs to keep them down to. He realizes he has to stay still, that I am in control.
We are both sweating in the airless room, the slipperiness feels super sexy and makes us even more aroused making this an allover body experience.
I grab his hands and move them onto my buttocks. I let him guide my pussy up and down his cock. He likes it slow – so do I. My hair hangs downs across his face and he pushes it aside so we can both look down between our bodies to the action down below. We get into a perfect rhythm that starts to accelerate as he grabs one boob with one hand and my ass with the other pulling me down onto him. He suddenly cries out "stop" and we freeze, I can feel him nearly cum but he stops it just in time.
I put my upper body weight through my arms, hands beneath his armpits, bringing my legs up beside his chest in a very ungainly squat that gives him room to thrust upwards into me. It also gives him an amazing view of my boobs, and I can touch my clit (omg it's screaming for attention especially in this position where it seems to be squeezed forward). He starts to fuck me so hard, digging his heels into the cardboard to get traction, and he suddenly moans and I feel the spasms as he empties into me. I grip him tightly, squeezing every last drop out of him.
I stand up over him (feet on either side of his chest) and pull up my panties, juice running down my thighs. I step into my jeans, zipping and buttoning quickly and tuck my t-shirt in. He does the same, after fumbling around for all the bits and pieces thrown sideways during the frenzied undressing. At the door I whisper "Next time I’m going to cum all over your face". I go back to the cleaning up, and he gets in the police car and drives away.
A few minutes later the principal returns. He says "Hey, let’s just leave it for the cleaners. Why don't we get a coffee hun?" and gives me a peck on the cheek. I nod yes and follow him out to our car.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3gydoy/in_the_lab_mf
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