Paul Freathy was 26
years old, single and lived alone in Dulcet St Mary.
He was a good man,
very community spirited and did a lot of volunteer work.
Most of which was
either directly or indirectly church related, soup kitchen, St Mary’s charity
shop and the Roving Angels.
The Roving Angels had been in existence for
about two years and was similar to the Street Angels, Street Pastors and other
groups that had sprung up all across the UK in the previous 10 or 20 years and
he was asked to join when they started up in Finchbottom and being community
spirited he did.
The Roving Angels had made a really
positive impact on crime and antisocial behaviour in Finchbottom town centre
over their first two years particularly in the general vicinity of the bars and
clubs.
They provide a calming presence on the
streets late at night in situations where a police uniform might have the
opposite effect.
In the two years since they began in the
town, Roving Angels had contributed to a 29% fall in public place violence on
the weekends.
Paul found it very
rewarding but after one particular Roving Angels patrol his rewards were not
related to his community spirit.
When on their last lap around the town centre of the midnight until one
patrol he ran into Samantha Dornan,
who was a couple of years younger than him, slim five foot
four with long brown hair and hazel eyes, and his ex-girlfriend, his first girlfriend in
fact.
And when he was 18
he took her virginity and she took his.
He really loved her
but while he was away at University they drifted apart which he had always
regretted because he still loved her.
She was slightly the worse for wear when he
first came ran across her and even more so the second time when he was in his
car on the way home, and as luck would have it, his route took him past the
railway station and the taxi rank and as he reached the former he noticed Sam
staggering towards the latter and more alarmingly just behind her was the small
bunch of lads.
So he pulled up just ahead of her and wound
down the window.
“Do you want a lift?” he called
On the journey home to the Dulcets Sam
passed out so he took her back to his house and set about carrying the drunken
Samantha into the house and took her straight up the stairs and deposited her
on the spare bed.
Later that morning, just after eight am,
when he was awakened by Sam crawling into bed next to him, fully dressed,
before she cuddled up close.
“I’m sorry” she whispered
“What for?” he asked
“For being a drunken bum.” she said “and
embarrassing myself”
“As long as you’ve learned a lesson,” he
said sagely
“Am I forgiven then?” she asked
“Of course” he replied “but what about
Bella?”
Bella was her best friend who she had
fallen out with the night before.
“I phoned her already and I’m off to see
her now to make things up”
Then she kissed him and crawled out of bed
again and she was gone and he went back to sleep.
But when he woke up
from a restful dream filled sleep to find Sam was riding
him, completely naked wearing nothing but a smile, gripping the headboard and
looking down on him with a lustily smug expression on her face.
And from that
moment on they were a couple again and furthermore she signed up for Roving
Angels.
On their first
deployment together he left his house Dulcet St Mary in his
uniform and drove the short distant to Dulcet Green and picked up Sam, who he
thought looked very cute in her shiny new uniform.
And thought back to the moment she first
mentioned that she wanted help him with his voluntary work, including Roving
Angels.
“Are you sure?” He asked
“Yes” she said “it’s important”
“I know it’s important but…” he began
“No I mean it’s important for “us”” Sam
said
Paul didn’t say anything and wore a puzzled
expression, so Sam continued.
“The reason we split up before was because
we had separate lives, and we didn’t do enough together, I don’t want that to
happen again”
So that was why she signed up for the
Angels and he told her he loved her.
As it was her first time and Paul had been
with the Angels since day one they were paired up and Paul and Sam went out
together.
It was an uneventful patrol which allowed
Paul to show her the boundaries of the patrol area and pointed out the
potential hotspots for later, he also showed her all the CCTV camera locations
and identified areas not covered and crucially the radio dead zones.
Their second patrol was a busy one as it
was a warm night and the slappers were out in force and where there are
slappers there are young men looking to shag them.
But a little after midnight, they ran into
a slightly tipsy Owen just leaving the Pump Room, Owen was Paul usual team
mate.
The Pump Room was a fashionable if rather
overpriced pub with bouncers on the door though it wasn’t clear if they were
there to keep people out or to keep the punters in.
“Give us a lollipop big boy,” Owen said
“I’ll give you a slap with a flip flop if
you’re not careful” Paul replied
“That’s not the attitude” Owen said “and I
was going to buy you a drink”
“I’m afraid I’m on duty sir” he replied
“I meant when you finish” he corrected me
“you knob”
“Charming” he said
“We’re off to the Bell, meet us there when
you’re finished” Owen added “both of you obviously”
“Ok, we might see you there” Paul said
As they were walking back to base they saw
a most extraordinary sight on the other side of the road.
There was a girl squatting beside a parked
car pissing against the hubcap, which to all intents and purposes sounded like
it was being jet washed.
At the same time her friend, or at least
Sam presumed she was a friend as they were engaged in conversation, was pissing
like a horse against a shop door
But the most remarkable thing was that
while this was all going on, a young man walked briskly down the path between
them and said
“Alright girls?” as he high fived them
both.
Sam was absolutely gobsmacked at what she
was seeing.
But Paul, on seeing her reaction just
laughed, he had seen it all before.
Paul and Sam finished their shift and
returned to HQ at about quarter past one and the Debbie the supervisor said
that as they had done two patrols they could call it a night, so after a little
small talk they left.
Samantha’s first thought was to get home to
Paul’s bed but Paul reminded her about the invite for a drink up at the Bell
and she reluctantly agreed.
So they dumped their gear in the car and
went off to meet Owen for a much-needed beer, but Sam still other ideas.
Paul and Sam dumped their gear in the car
and went off to meet Owen for a much-needed beer, but Sam still other ideas.
And it was when they were walking passed
the library, holding hands and chatting, that she formulated her plan.
Just after the library they turned left by
the art gallery and down an ally which led into a cobbled courtyard.
“What are we doing here?” he asked
But got no reply and then what happened next took him completely by surprise
as she kissed him and pushed him back against a rather magnificent bronze
statue and began unzipping his fly.
Paul pulled his
mouth away from hers and said urgently
“We can’t do
anything here”
“But you said there
was no CCTV coverage here because it’s a blind spot” she said using his
statement against him.
“I did say that
didn’t I?” he said and kissed her and started to play with her nipples through
the fabric of her top.
Samantha had
meanwhile not only unzipped him but had tugged him through the opening.
So Paul slipped his
hand beneath the hem of her skirt and inside her knickers, amongst her whiskers
and then he pulled her knickers aside and probed between her lips, which
creamed up instantly.
So much so that she
was ready to go and gripping his shaft tightly she offered it to her moist
lips.
So Paul span her
around and pushed her against the bronze and as soon as he thrust into her she
moaned in appreciation and wrapped herself around him like a vine as he took
them powerfully to a hot gasping orgasm.
They stayed in that blissful
position for about a minute panting hard until she finally said.
“I think I need to pee”
“Good, can I watch?” he asked
“No you can’t” she said as he lowered her to the ground and she ran
behind the statue.
But Paul positioned himself where he could watch as, with her back flush against the wall she slid
down the it and squatted with her knees at right angles making her look like a
skinny Sumo wrestler and then she reached down her hand between her legs and
pulled her white knickers aside revealing her curly whiskers and then she
smiled as she released a jet of piss the like of which Paul had never seen
before and he found it very arousing, and so much sexier than the two girls
earlier.
But what made it
all the more arousing was the fact that she knew he was watching and still
didn’t stop until she had pushed out every last drop and with a smile she let
out a long sigh.
She then pushed
herself back up to a standing position and sighed again and adjusted her pants
and walk towards where he was standing and he turned away and pretended he had
not spied on her.
“We can go for that
drink now” she said
He walked towards her and
kissed her
“No I think I’d rather take you home to bed” he said
“I was hoping you’d say that” Sam said smugly
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