DWB

I happened to be driving in one of the more posh areas of the city, when I was pulled over. DWB. All right. I can't imagine that I really look black to these people, but who knows?

"License and registration," he wore the full uniform, and oddly enough, was sans partner.

I handed it all over and I looked him over. He was cute.

"Here you go," I handed it over to him.

"Thank you, Ma'am," he said, turning to go back to his car, presumably to be absolutely certain that I wasn't wanted meth addict, out for a leisurely drive.

He came back and handed it all back to me. "Do you know why I stopped you?"

I shrugged. "Because I'm black" would not have been the right answer, so I simply said, "I don't know."

He gave me a long look. "Don't you remember me?"

I burst out laughing! It was my old friend Tommy J! "And I thought it was a DWB."

"Oh Hilda! You're not black!"

"I am."

"All right, if you say so," he paused a minute, "Wait. Oh yeah. I forgot."

"People always do. So, you're doing this."

"Yah. Man it's good to see you, you know we never did get around to-"

"Right, we never did."

"You were so cute back then. So tiny!"

"Well, I've grown a little bit." It was true, since high school I had grown two inches taller, freak of nature that I am.

"Have you? Step out."

I did. And he towered over me, like he always had.

"You're still tiny!"

I blushed.

"And, still as cute as ever."

"Aw," I said.

"So, you know, my place is a few streets over, wanna see the house?"

"I would. Shall I follow you over?"

"Well, you could. But I have a better idea." He held up his handcuffs.

"All right, let me park the car properly," I said.

When I had parked, he came over to me and told me, "Put your hands up," I did.

Then he patted me down, and then he ran his hand up my bare leg, briefly pausing and looking around he put his mouth to my inner thigh and ran it down to my ankle. He cuffed me and put me in the back of his car.

Silence.

In a few moments, we were at his place and he drove right into the garage and then took me out.

He uncuffed me, picked me up and carried me, fireman style into the house. "Nice house," I said.

"Yeah, the 90's were a good time. Lucky for me I got out in time." He put me down on the kitchen counter. "I like this dress," he said.

"Thank you, you look really hot in your uniform," I told him. "Will you take off your gun belt?"

"Oh yeah. Sure, of course." he took it off and put it in the closet.

"Now I can ravish you!" I said and kissed him square on the mouth, my hands fondling his ears.

"Oh, Hilda!" He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. Setting me gently down on the bed, he began to undress. I watched him unbutton his shirt, which he put right in the laundry hamper and then he took off his t-shirt. Underneath was the result of 20 years of hard graft in the gym.

"You've been working out." The last time I'd seen his chest it had been woefully underdeveloped.

"You have too," he squeezed my bottom.

"Yeah. It's really firm," I said.

"Yeah, it is."

"Lo se!"

"Lie down, I want to give you a massage."

"Ooh. A massage!"

"You might want to take off your dress, here, let me hang it up," he pulled it off me, revealing a very sexy bra and panty set, which had recently been purchased at Intimacy in the mall. The bra was cream colored with raspberry colored bows-and the bikini panties were made of cream lace, also with raspberry colored bows. "Ooh. Pretty," he said.

"Thank you."

"But they will have to come off. Lie down," he instructed. Carefully he removed the bra and then the panties, which he set on his night stand. Then he began the massage. His hands were warm and very very strong. I had no idea how strong he was.

"Oh, Tommy," I moaned.

"You have a beautiful body," he whispered reverently, the massage, focusing in on my bottom.

"You like my bottom, don't you?"

"It's so perfectly shaped." He continued to massage, wearing only his pants. And then he turned me over. Gently he ran his hands over my breasts and down my stomach-and then, I felt his tongue in my mouth and then his mouth on my nipples. And then he turned me over again. He went back to my bottom-but then, I could feel his tongue right at the top of my ass crack, licking all the way down, until I raised up onto my knees to give him better access. He finally just turned me over and kept kissing me, licking and sucking until finally I came.

I felt for his cock, which was, as I lay on my back, still trapped inside his trousers. I felt for his belt, but found myself unable to do anything. Seeing my impotence, he took it upon himself to unbuckle and unzip until finally, I had his beautiful cock in my mouth.

"Oh yeah," he said as I sucked.

"Your cock is just gorgeous," I said.

"You're just gorgeous, now suck it!" he said.

And I did. Up and down, my hands and mouth working in tandem, his cock getting harder and hard with each suck, he moaned with pleasure.

"Oh, Hilda," he moaned, "I want you, I want to be inside you," so he removed his cock from my mouth and brought it down to my little blonde vaggie and pushed.

"Oh. Oh! God, Tommy, you're so big," I felt him enter and then the fucking began in earnest.

After a bit, he turned me over. "I don't know about this," I said.

"Please."

"All right," I allowed him to enter me from behind. "Gently!" I admonished him.

He could only go for so long when he exited and came all over my ass. "Hilda, oh Hilda," he cried.

"Thank you, Tommy," I said. "That was the best DWB experience EVER!"

"Oh Hilda!" was all he could say.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson