I work at a courthouse in a small town where nothing much happens.

One day an officer brought in a tall guy with dark shoulder-length hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of worn Levis, a black muscle-hugging t-shirt, and a pair of handcuffs — not that there’s anything wrong with that, in the right setting.

He looked a little angry, but when he saw me, he smiled. At five foot eight and 130 pounds with lots of cleavage, I tend to get a lot of smiles from men. I grinned back and hoped he hadn’t done anything serious. The day was coming to an end, and it would be a crime if this guy had to spend the night in jail. He looked so good, the only place he needed to be locked up was in my bedroom.

While the officer led him to a desk, I took some folders I’d been meaning to file for the past week and walked over to the cabinets near them so I wouldn’t miss any details. From what I could make out, Ray was new in town and had left his car double-parked while he stopped at a real-estate office. When he came out and saw his car hooked up to a tow truck, he got into an argument with the towing agent — and the next thing he knew, he was being arrested.

Since he wasn’t one of our regular troublemakers, the officer offered to cut him some slack. Ray just had to promise to pay better attention to the town’s parking regulations and apologize to the towing agent for losing his temper. I think I was more relieved than Ray that things worked out. The officer told Ray he could ask me for directions to the impound lot. It’s a small town, and I’m sure Ray would have found the place on his own, but it was also the end of the day, so I offered him a lift. From the way he’d smiled at me when he first came in, I sensed that he was as interested in me as I was in him. Why not volunteer to show him around?

Ray was grateful for the lift and my offer to play tour guide, so he treated me to dinner and drinks. We talked about the town, his new job, and where he used to live. I was happy to find out that he was single. We talked until the restaurant was ready to close, and I invited him to my apartment for a nightcap.

Ray followed me home in his car. We were watching an old movie when I got up to refresh our drinks. Ray followed me into the kitchen and asked if I had anything to snack on. I was about to tell him he could nibble on me, when I felt him — the full length of him — press up against my back. I leaned back into his hard body and let him support my weight. His hands found their way under my blouse and came up to feel my breasts. I turned in his arms and we kissed.

We made out as I backed him into my bedroom. If he thought he was in control, he was mistaken. I pushed him back onto the bed and proceeded to strip off his clothes. I’d been dying to see what he looked like naked from the minute he walked into the courthouse, and I wasn’t disappointed. I took a second to admire his assets before I stretched his arms out to the side and locked fingers with him. Then I took my time teasing his cock and balls with flicks of my tongue, taking pleasure in making him squirm. I didn’t let up until he begged me to suck his cock. Only then did I deep-throat him, and only long enough to temporarily appease him. I wanted him to be deep inside my pussy when he came.

I backed off to give him time to calm down. When I didn’t think I could tease him any more, I straddled his hips and let him kiss me. Still tongue-tied, I gently raised my hips and reached down to hold his thick cock. He moaned into my mouth and pushed hard against my hand. I pointed his cock at my entrance and slowly lowered myself, letting him fill me up. It felt great to grasp his shoulders and ride him at my own speed for as long as I could.

But Ray wanted to take control, and truthfully, I was happy to let him. I wanted him to fuck me hard, and I told him so when he grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my back. After letting me have the upper hand, Ray gave me exactly what I’d wanted all along — a good, hard fuck. He drilled his cock in and out of me at a steady pace and I matched his rhythm with my own thrusts, until we pushed each other into orgasmic oblivion.

We had an even better time in the shower the next morning. Over breakfast, I told him where he might find some nice affordable apartments. It was Saturday, so he asked me if I could take him to see more of the town. Of course, I agreed. One place I definitely planned on taking him was to our local sex shop — to pick up a pair of handcuffs!