I wrote this for a friend who asked me to explore these topics. I hope not to offend, and that someone enjoys as she did.
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You are running halfway down the driveway when I pull up, you open the door, jump in, and slam it behind you. "Let's go!" you blurt, "Tom will be home in two hours!"

I drive away, quickly, but not speeding; the last thing i need tonight is to get pulled over. I know the drive will take at least twenty minutes, out to the edge of the old airfield. Finally seated and with nothing to do you begin to calm down. Oh, at first you kept a careful watch outside, but the quiet soon has your attention focused INSIDE the car. You twist a little closer to me, put your hand on the back of my neck and lean over to kiss my ear. I am a sucker for ear kissing, and tip my head to you involuntarily. You stick your tongue into my ear and i nearly spaz out.

I say, "Keep your shirt on, we'll be there soon."

But that gives you an idea, and you pull your top over your head and toss it in the back. You have on a very pretty bra, and you already know how i feel about your breasts. I HAVE to reach over and gently hold one. Now i AM spazzing, my eyes dart from breast to road and back so fast I begin to get dizzy. As difficult as it is, i withdraw my hand.

The street lights are becoming more scarce, darkness settles around, and our little spot of head lights winds its serpentine way through the night like a pac-man. I slow and turn onto a smaller road, this one covered with gravel that crunches under the tires. The trees become numerous, and our headlights don't let us see around the bends until we are turning.

Finally i turn off the tiny road and into the trees and turn off the engine. The whirring of the heater stops, and it is very very silent. Finally i get, and get to give you, a greeting kiss. Your lips are as soft as a whisper, I greedily suck them, trying to get as close to you as possible. Kissing you is such a turn on: mouths touching, tasting, smelling you, making slurpy sounds as our lips part. Licking and loving your cheeks, your throat, and of course your ears. Behind my eyelids I see light shows and fireworks. I love kissing you.

I am holding your breast, and your hand has gone to my crotch. "Do you want to get in the back seat?" You are out the door and halfway into the back before I finish the question - you move like Wonder Woman, zoom zoom zoom. I climb in too and you slide next to me, and we are kissing and hugging again. We have time for this, we love to go slow and wait as long as we can. We are already making love, so what is the rush?

But i can't stand it and let my hand move to the hem of your skirt. My fingers toy with the edge, and caress your leg. You are so soft. I can't tell if i like any part of you better than another; you seem to enjoy my touch wherever it is. Oh, you have some spots that make you change your breathing, and i love touching those, but you are such a wonderful being I just love all of you.

My hand moves to the insides of your thighs, and i gently pry them a little bit open. I think about them wrapped around my hips, pulling me closer to you. Now my breathing starts to change. I struggle to go slowly. The impulse is to grab you, crush our bodies together franticly and rush into that sweet space where time stops and we become lost to the world, but we know slow teasing will lift us even higher for longer. I touch your underpants - it is always a discovery to find if you are wearing any, or are going Brit. I love it both ways. I rub my fingers over them, sliding in your groove. Your legs pop open and we both breathe funny.

One of my fingers toys with the edge next to your pussy, i lift it and let my finger intrude, sliding it again, Your breath catches, and i dip into your honey pot. I can smell you, so sweet. I bring my finger to my mouth and taste, and my energy moves up a notch. I share my finger with you, you lick it, suck on it, and your hand slides up under my skirt.

Your fingers follow my superficial groove, then you press with your finger just below my small penis, forcing it out. You have said it is your favorite toy, like a big clit, set free of its hood. But you ignore it for the moment and burrow your finger in, reaching a full finger deep, and you can just reach my prostate, my P-spot under the loose skin of my scrotum. You wiggle your finger, and i begin to fly. You can also reach it thru my asshole, and i look forward to that, but this is wonderful. Just wonderful.

I have slipped my finger back into your cunt, and strive to pet your G-spot. It is slow to arouse, but soon our fingers are moving in unison, our hips are moving in unison, and our sighs are in unison. Oh this is sweet.

Suddenly there is a rapping on the windows, and flashlights shine inside from both sides of the car. "Hey! What all you girls doin' in there?"

"Making out!" I yell back.

"Well ain't that sweet? Now who all's drivin'?"

"I am."

"Well then, why don't you get your ID and come back to the patrol car with me?"

Reluctantly i grab my bag from the front and open the door. I follow the flashlight beam to the patrol car. Meanwhile the other cop slides in next to you. You slide away, but he grabs a handful of your hair and roughly pulls you to him. "So you're playing kiss kiss? I like to play that." He pulls your mouth to his and roughly kisses you. He reaches inside your bra and pinches your nipple, too hard. "Oww!" you cry. He slaps you on the face. Tears form in your eyes. He reaches behind him and pulls out his cuffs, which he clicks shut on your hands behind your back. They are too tight.

He pulls you to him for a kiss, and pushes his hand under your skirt. ":Mmmmm, you are already wet... I like that."

"Fuck you!" you manage.

He slaps you again, and says, "Well, we can talk about that, you skanky slut." His hand is busy under your skirt, but there is not much you can do about it. The same touches that were a pleasure moments before when you were surrendering, are now a theft of your power. It makes all the difference in the world. He is loosening his belt, and sliding his pants down. He pushes you down on the seat, and positions his dick at your heavenly threshold. You begin to drift away, not from pleasure,but to escape from what seems inevitable.

Just then i return with the other policeman. I yell, "Tom, you son of a bitch, leave her alone!"

He backs out of the car and pulls his pants up. The other cop says, "Tom, I know this a complicated situation, but you are a little over the line here." Tom sullenly walks away, yelling "I will see you at home!"

"You will not!" you retort. You get into my front seat, and we drive to my house in silence. We get out in my driveway, and fall into each other's arms. "I am so glad you are here," you say.

"Yes," I reply, "I am glad you are here. It is about time."

We hold hands and walk into the house.