They were stood in the old wooden bus shelter by the village green just
after midnight in the depths of a passionate kiss.
Lynda Godfrey and Steve Smith had only met
that evening at Cassie’s 18th birthday party.
Lyn and Cass had always lived in the village
and had been friends since forever.
Steve on the other hand was the new boy in
town and he and Lyn hit it off from the start.
“I have a confession to make,” Lynda said a few minutes after Steve had
un-cupped her breasts.
“What’s that?” he asked her without relinquishing his hold on her
Charlie’s
“My dad's the village policeman” she said
“Really?” he asked
“Really” she confirmed
“Well it’s a fair cop” he said and gave her breast a squeeze and then
laughed uncontrollably because he was copping a feel of the village Copper’s
daughter.
“So you think they’re fair do you?” she said
“Yes” he replied and then corrected himself “No, I don’t know”
Inexplicably, to Steve’s way of thinking, she put her breasts away and
slapped at his hand as he tried to free them again.
“They are better than fair” she said sharply “by a long way”
“You’re absolutely right” he said groveling “They’re fabulous”
“Humph” she exclaimed and zipped up her coat
“Oh come on Lyn” Steve said “Don’t hide your lovely boobs away”
And he tried again to regain access to her goodies but Lynda sidestepped
his lunge and snapped a pink fluffy handcuff on his wrist.
“Stephen Kenneth Smith I am arresting you for inappropriate laughter
during a sexual act”
Steve’s reaction was to try and escape but Lynda’s dad had trained her
in self-defense and restraint techniques and she applied the latter on his
wrist and almost made him cry out in pain.
“Ok, ok” he begged “I surrender”
“Good boy” she said patronizingly
“Where are you taking me?” Steve asked
“To the police house of course” she replied
“Can’t we stay here instead?” he asked
“No we can’t” she replied
“Why?” he simpered
“Because my Dad’s on duty tonight and I don’t want him to catch me doing
what I want to do to you in a bus shelter” Lynda replied
“When I could be doing it at the police house in private”
This statement was accompanied by the arrival of her spare hand on his
crotch.
“So are you going to come quietly sir?” she asked and kissed his cheek
“It depends on what you plan to do” he said hesitantly
“Well to begin with I’m going to handcuff you to the bed and blow your
whistle”
“I can’t promise to be quiet” he confessed
“but I won’t offer any resistance”
