Lynda Godfrey and
Steve Smith were stood in the old wooden bus shelter by the Clarence village
green just after midnight and were in the depths of a very passionate kiss.
Lynda and Steve had
only met a week earlier and they had spent that evening at her friend Cassie’s
18th birthday party.
Lyn and Cass had
always lived in the village and had been friends since forever whereas Steve on
the other hand was the new boy in town (or village) and he and Lyn hit it off
from the very 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 fabulous Charlie’s
“My dad is the village
policeman” she confessed
“Really?” he asked
“Really” she confirmed
“Well it’s a fair cop
then” he said and gave her breasts 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 but
then he corrected himself
“No, I don’t know”
because inexplicably, to Steve’s way of thinking anyway, she had 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 very long way”
“You’re absolutely
right” he said grovelingly “They’re fabulous tits”
“Humph” she exclaimed
and zipped up her coat
“Oh come on Lyn” Steve
said “Don’t hide your lovely norks 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 and marched him out of the bus shelter
“Where are you taking
me?” Steve asked
“To the police house
of course” she replied
“Can’t we stay here
instead?” he asked “and then I could get your tits out again”
“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 to you 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”
“By “whistle” do you
mean my cock?” he asked
“Oh yes” she replied
“Then I can’t promise
to be quiet” he confessed “but I won’t offer any resistance”
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