I recently took a day off to pay a speeding ticket.

As I went up the steps of the small-town courthouse, I recognized one of the officers who was leaving the building. He stopped just outside and lit a cigarette. He looked up and our eyes met. He smiled as I walked over.

We embraced briefly. He asked what the hell I was doing there, and I pleaded my case to him. He filled me in on his life. As I halfway listened, I studied his body. The uniform did not do him justice. It occurred to me that while we’d been good friends in college, we hadn’t actually been alone since we’d once shared a shower following a drunken fraternity party. I recalled the incident easily because it was the first time I had ever showered with someone of the opposite sex.

I was yanked back to the present when Craig asked me if I’d like to have lunch. I accepted although I wasn’t really hungry. Craig said, “Follow me.”

We went into the courthouse and he ushered me toward a back staircase. We said nothing as we climbed two flights to the top floor, but we both knew sex was the only thing on the menu. A narrow strip of sunlight entered through a small window near the ceiling. I steadied myself against the wall as Craig pulled up my skirt. He was pleased to discover my lace-topped, thigh-high stockings and flimsy thong.

I reached down, unzipped his fly, and guided him to my eager body. His throbbing cock brushed against the lace and I heard a low rumble in his throat. He buried his face in my neck and his hands drifted down the front of my shirt, unbuttoning it along the way. My bra opened effortlessly in his skilled hands. Something told me he hadn’t learned that at the police academy.

He pulled my legs tight around his waist, and the thrusting began. With both of us jamming away as if our lives depended on it, it wasn’t long before his cock filled me with warm come. Our breathing was still heavy as the task came to an end.

He pulled away and leaned against the wall. It seemed like hours before we were able to pull ourselves together. I straightened my skirt and buttoned my shirt. It was then that I felt Craig behind me, kissing my neck. A smile spread across my face, but this time I didn’t give in to horny urges. I just walked away, down the stairs, and out the door. There was still the matter of my speeding ticket, and I always try to obey the rules. Well, most of them.

As I paid the cashier, I felt a warm trickle of come glide down to the top of my stocking, and realized I was missing my bra.