1. The Frisk


    Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: Boss01, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    you been drinking?” “No, I have not.” “Yeah, we’ll see. Step back to the rear of your car and put your hands on the trunk.” “Um, I don’t know how much experience you have, but that is an incredibly dangerous thing to do. If someone were to rear-end your car with us standing between the front of yours and the rear of mine, we could both get killed.” I still couldn’t see her face due to the light being directed straight into my eyes, but I could tell that I had given her pause. “Okay, stand along the passenger side rear and put your hands on the trunk.” This time I did as she asked. She put the big flashlight on the trunk to free up her hands to pat me down; another rookie mistake. “Um, you should really put that back in the holder on your belt. Putting it right next to my hand on the trunk makes it a weapon for me to use.” I was starting to get a little concerned about just how inexperienced this officer was. She quickly snatched the light off the trunk, and I could hear it slide into the ring. Then she began a methodical pat down, starting with my collar and sleeves, the moving down my torso. Her hands stopped as they felt my chest, and I couldn’t imagine what gave her concern. “You’re pretty buff for a retired cop,” she said. “All the ones I know are pretty flabby.” She continued going lower until she got to my waist, then ran her fingers inside the beltline. “Mmm,” she said, almost to herself. “Not even an empty holster.” Then, to me she said, “Look, don’t make me find your ...
    piece. Tell me where it is now, and it’s just between you and me. Otherwise, I add it to the other charges.” “I’m not carrying,” I repeated. “Okay, it’s your funeral.” She continued the frisk, but now she started at my left ankle and worked her way up. As it happens, I was wearing some loose boxers under my khakis, and as I “dress left”, my cock was hanging down along that same upper thigh. I didn’t think that it registered to her the first time she touched it, but my dick sure took notice. By the time that she came back to it, it had already started to harden. This time she couldn’t help but feel it, but it still apparently didn’t occur to her what she felt. She patted it a few more times, making it even harder, yet it seemed as if she still had no clue. She stood up suddenly, reached around to the front of my waist, and undid my belt. Before I could react, she had pulled down my pants. “Not carrying, huh?” she said, in an accusatory tone. Then she grabbed to where my dick had been; only now it was sticking up. She seemed confused, then started searching around until her hand wrapped around what she now immediately recognized as a raging erection. “Oh my god,” she shrieked, “I am so sorry!” Yet, interestingly, she still held onto my boner. “Um, could you let go now?” I asked politely. She slowly took her hand back. I turned around to face her. Standing there with my pants down around my ankles with my eight-inch woody tenting out my boxers, I must have been a sight. But all ...