Jim is a cop. Maybe it’s cliché to say that men in uniform are hot, but the first time I saw a photo of him in his police vest, holding a rifle and flexing his large biceps, I knew I had to see him in person. We exchanged pictures and dirty messages for awhile, making each other laugh and describing all the naughty things we wanted to do.
Schedules kept us apart for weeks, until we were finally able to meet in a parking garage. Not ideal, but not bad for a quickie.
*I have a spot in the back,* he texted me. *Just come into the rear passenger side.*
I pulled into the garage, spotting his black sedan and parking a ways away. I walked to the car as casually as possible, my little skirt swishing on my thighs as my hips swayed. Finally, I was going to be able to get my hands on him. My heart beat faster as I approached his car. I pulled the door open and he leaned over, greeting me with a smile.