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Officer Scott O'Shea was just about the friendliest person you'd ever run across. He was warm and honest, but he tended to leave people with the impression that he wasn't all that bright. Nevertheless, he had been a cop for 10 years and served his community well. Scott was currently assigned to a little known segment of the police department - a special unit that dealt with schools - truancy, gangs, school vandalism, etc. Although he wished to be out on the streets again, he didnt mind the solid Monday through Friday workweek the school assignment provided. And besides, there was a teacher over at the elementary school that he enjoyed talking to
I'd been teaching at the school a little over two years now. I'm single and overweight - but have a charm and confidence about me that keeps my world full of many friends. I enjoyed my talks with Officer O'Shea - he is very entertaining and animated. He was always telling funny stories about what he did over the weekend. My favorite so far was the tale about going up on the roof his grandfather's hay barn to fix a leak. His grandpa insisted Scott use one of those construction harnesses - similar to a parachute harness - attached to a rope tied to something on the roof. The purpose of the contraption was to prevent the wearer from hitting the ground if he slipped and fell while up on the roof. Scott slipped, Scott fell, and Scott hung upside down for 30 minutes flailing about trying to get his grandpa's attention to let him loose.
Scott and I had been out on a few minor lunch dates before, but tonight was gonna be the "real" date. I met him at a small hole-in-the-wall BBQ place near the school and had a nice dinner. The food was good, although neither of us ate alot; we were laughing and talking and flirting too much. We were both a little nervous, but the sexual tension was very thick in the air. I wanted to have sex with him tonight, no matter what happened
We left the restaurant in his big pick up truck - he had one of those big, lifted 4x4 trucks with the extra cab.... I could barely get in it - let alone gracefully in my dress. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed East. I asked him where we were going and he told me we were going to this 'make out' spot he hadn't been to since he was a teenager. I smiled and told him to drive faster.
We seemed to be driving around in circles. Scott's little 'make out' place was now the newest home remodeling store... so we pressed on to find another dark and secluded place. We drove for another 45 minutes, covering most of the city's secluded, but safe places. Scott knew what crime areas to stay away from and he was also concerned about being right in the middle of things and having one of his patrol buddies pull up on us and give him a hard time. He didn't want to be giggled at in the next morning roll call
Finally, we pulled into an industrial park and drove into the back of the street maze. You know how industrial parks are - there is usually 1 road in and a bunch of little feeder roads off of that. Scott parked in the parking lot of the business that was farthest from the main road. He was nervous. I didn't want Scott's tendency to mess things up to get in the way of our making out tonight. I let him make the first move - he leaned across the cab of the truck and lightly kissed me on the lips. That was ok but I wanted more. I reached to him, grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me. I kissed him passionately and his nervousness waned He was too far away from me, so he started to move over the center console to my side of the truck as I laid my seat as far back as it would go. Scott was getting clumsily hung up on the console - so to help him along, I flipped it up for him. It was one of those console things that is a combo between a glove box, cup holder and table top - it also flips up and becomes the seat back for a center seat if you needed one. Well....unfortunately, Scott failed to lock the top of the glove box - and when I flipped it back - it opened up into the back seat - spilling maps, his gun, papers, pens, and loose change all over the back cab area!! It was all I could do not to giggle - but I couldn't help it. Scott planted a huge kiss on my mouth and got my mind back to sex instead of the loose change that was still rolling around in the back.
He lifted my dress up and I shifted back so he could remove my panties. His cock was hard and he rubbed it up and down the slit of my pussy - I was wet and ready for him. We made out a little more and Scott eased his cock into me... I pushed back on him and reminded him to use a condom. He pulled out and asked me to help him to put it on. I agreed - but I wasn't very knowledgeable about those things and I ended up trying to put the lubricated side on the inside.... Ok, so that condom was messed up - Scott tossed it on the floor of the truck. He opened the 2nd condom and put it on his cock himself. This was trying to turn into a comedy of errors, not matter how hard we fought it
Scott slowly eased his cock into me. I had my feet up on the dashboard and was lying way back in the seat. He was making love to me slowly and methodically. I took my feet off the dash and put my feet on the headliner of the roof. I reached up with my hands and undid the top part of my dress and showed him my breasts. He began to suckle them like a baby - slowly and tenderly. Scott was 'making love' to me. I didn't want to 'make love'.... I wanted to fuck. I started grinding my hips around his fat cock. Scott stopped after about the 4th or 5th grind and made a deep guttural noise - the noise men make when cumming. He tried to stifle it... but I know that sound too well
He looked into my eyes - I asked him what was wrong... allowing him the opportunity to either cover up the fact that he came so fast - or tell the truth. He quickly looked over to the road and insisted he saw someone out there. I looked, but saw nothing. Scott pulled out of me and moved back to his side of the truck. He peered out into the darkness - looking for the fictional 'person' wandering the industrial park so late at night. He pointed out into the darkness and asked me what I thought I saw. I saw nothing. I was disappointed that our evening was going so much poorer than I had expected it to. Scott began to get a little nervous and I saw a look of terror wash across his face as he realized his cock left me.. but left the condom behind.
I reached down between my legs and pulled the wilted tube of latex out of my pussy. Everything was wet down there - to this day, I don't know for certain if it was wet from my wetness or wet from his cum leaking from the condom. I assume he came prematurely - otherwise the condom would not have slipped off his cock like that. Scott looked at me and asked what I was going to do with the condom. What kind of question is that? I told him I wasn't planning on re-using it and asked him if I opened to door, would the dome light come on. I didn't want to blind myself and light up the world while tossing a used condom into the middle of a parking lot. He flipped a switch on the light and said it was safe to open the door... but sure enough, in his nervousness, he flipped it the wrong way and I felt like we were bathed in 50,000 candlewatts of light. Arg
I quickly tossed the condom and stepped out of the truck to straighten up my dress. I got back in and Scott turned over the engine and started to drive away. Scott was really overly nervous. I suggested that we leave the industrial park and go to some other place - his house or a hotel. Scott was starting to drive a little erratically - even though he was barely going 20 miles per hour through the park. I tried talking him down - I don't know why he was freaking out so much. He started talking about how much trouble he'd get in if his patrol buddies caught him having sex in his truck out on the street... 'Conduct Unbecoming' is what he called it We finally made it back onto the main road that led up into the industrial park. As we left the park, about 5 or 6 black and white patrol cars pulled in!! Scott was completely mortified. He sped straight back to the BBQ restaurant and dropped me off at my car. I told him everything was gonna be ok and that we'd have to go out again sometime and just go to his place. He calmed down and kissed me goodnight. He apologized for freaking out and said he'd call me in the morning.
I got in my car and started the engine. All of a sudden, Scott started to drive off. As soon as his truck got out of my line of sight, I could see why he took off... two black and white patrol cars pulled into the lot. They were just going to dinner... but in the state Scott was in... he didn't care
For a first date - that was a pretty bad turn of events.