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If you don't like stories with sexual content - dont bother reading this. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at sxyredgrl@aol.com. All the characters and events in this story are fictional, any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.
This is my first attempt at story writing - constructive comments welcomed.

I met him in the empty parking lot at 6:15pm. It was Friday evening on a holiday weekend and the last of the nearby office workers had left hours ago. It was still too early for the boardwalk crowd to show up for the nightlife on the beach; but with the storm brewing off the coast, there was a 90% chance of rain. I doubt the boardwalk crowd would even come out. Officer James Padilla and I were alone. He got in my car and immediately pulled me towards him, his right hand grabbing my shoulder and the left hand at the back of my head. He kissed me lightly at first, and then, as he wove his fingers into my long red hair and tugged it lightly... his tongue parted my lips and we kissed deeply. There was a fever to his kissing - it was always intense and passionate.... it left both of us breathless and wanting more.
James released my shoulder and moved his right hand to the buttons on my dress. I didn't move as I felt his fingers work each button free and my dress fall open little by little. My chest heaving with each breath, I felt his fingers lightly touch my breasts as I inhaled deeply. When the buttons down to my waist were open, he stopped to pull open my dress and expose the sheer bra I had worn just for him.
His mouth and hands wandered down to my ample breasts, kissing, licking, pinching, sucking. He unsnapped the front closure of my bra easily then he took my hand in his and guided it down to his cock. I could feel it so distinctly through his jeans... and all I could think about was getting my lips wrapped around it again. I reached to his waistband and fumbled with his belt and zipper, anxiously anticipating the hard cock that was waiting for me underneath. Sensing I was having a difficult time trying to use one hand, he undid his belt and zipper for me, then carefully placing his gun and badge on the floor of the car. He opened up his pants and pulled down his underwear to reveal his swollen member. Without hesitation, I leaned over in my seat and placed my head in his lap.
I inhaled deeply, lingering there, smelling his scent and feeling the head of his penis caress my cheek. He placed his hands on the back and sides of my head, intertwining his fingers in my hair... playing with the long, silky, locks. I longed to taste him in my mouth and throat - but when I moved my head to take him into my mouth, he held my head gently on his lap. With one hand, he pulled my head up a few inches above the tip of his penis. I wanted his cock so badly that I could feel the saliva pooling on my tongue.
"Is this what you want?", he asked, holding his hard cock with his other hand - wavering it in front of my lips, wickedly teasing me. All I could think of at the moment was the taste of his cock.... I smelled it... I wanted to hold it... I wanted to taste it. I couldn't answer anything but a muffled "Uh huh" and feebly try to nod my head up and down. There wasn't room for much else in my car, and he couldn't just take me on the hood of the car, for fear of being reported and losing his job. With that, he lowered my mouth onto his cock and held my head with both of his hands. Slowly I flicked the very tip of my tongue on the tip of his hard penis, making sure my tongue had covered every bit of the head before moving my lips down the shaft another inch. I knew this drove James crazy... I loved testing him to see how long it would take before he grew impatient and shoved me down his cock until the tip was tearing at the back of my throat.
I twirled my tongue around the head, the popped it out of my mouth with one of those juicy noises the porn stars all make. Then I took his cock in my hand and licked it up and down like an ice cream cone. I love nibbling on the soft excess skin on the underside... gently taking it between my lips and pulling ever so softly.... working my way down to his balls.
James was always impeccably groomed. He took care to keep his pubic hair trimmed close - but not too close. I loved licking him from cock tip to balls - taking him all the way to the back of my throat and not getting stray hairs in my mouth too.
I took each testicle into my mouth, very gently, one at a time. I released them into my hand and began to work his cock again. I gently squeeze his balls as I increased the suction with my mouth. I felt him begin to work his hips - thrusting his hard cock to the back of my throat... it was perfect - he knew exactly where to stop his thrusting before hurting me. Gawd, I loved giving this man head.
James grabbed my head with both hands now - intertwining my hair in his fingers. He was moaning now... deep guttural sounds that vibrated my head when it brushed up against his belly. He guided my head up and down his throbbing meat faster and harder, pulling me by the hair at times - I gave up control to him and let him use me entirely to his satisfaction. We were a good team at this... our timing could not have been more perfect.
Sometimes, just before he came, James would ask me if I were wet for him - knowing that I could not answer with my mouth full, I'd stare up at him with my hazel eyes. As soon as our eyes met - I'd feel the eruption at the back of my throat. James always came by the quart full - his sticky sweet juice draining directly in the back my throat as he arched his back and curved his hips. I enjoyed gulping down every drop, but sometimes I'd keep just a tiny taste of him on the tip of my tongue before swallowing that too. I licked and suckled him until his erection was entirely gone. His cum in my mouth was completely swallowed away. James drew me up to his face and began kissing me passionately again. I can not tell you in words how much of a turn on it is for a man to kiss me so intensely right after giving him a blow job like this. Many men are afraid of tasting their own cum.... even in the minute traces that may be lingering after a complete swallow.... but James wasn't. He knew I'd never feed him a kiss dripping of it - in fact, I don't know if he even tasted anything at all.
We snuggled in each others arms, occasionally peering through the steamed up windows to gaze at the approaching storm on the horizon. The colors in the sky put out by the setting sun and storm clouds reminded me of how Officer James Padilla and I first met.....