Getting intimate with Pamala

You check your watch, you have been on admin for nearly almost an hour now. Radio chatter had been quiet. You figure you have the time to linger about without causing too much of delay in service. Elise and the three other officers in your patrol sector had things under control for the time being. You look over at Inspector Harrison, who still stood before you with a blank look on her face. Your gear was still laid out on the table so you could get in and out of your uniform easily if you needed. The empty look on Inspector Harrison's face was stirring your cock a bit despite it being serviced by Mona not two minutes ago. You shoot thoughts over to Inspector Harrison and smile as her face came to life with a smirk on her lips that you have never seen before.

"Hello Officer," the Inspector greeted as she stepped up to you. She knelt over you and lean tilts your head back before bending down and kissing you on the lips. It is a deep, open mouth kiss. Her tongue mingles with yours. This kiss is long and good. You reach up and pull her in closer as she does the same. It's nearly another minute before you two pull apart for a breath. "My...that was something..." she breathes.

"It was..." you agreed your eyes lingered downward at Inspector Harrison's blouse and at her chest. She smiled and started to unbutton it.

"Take your shirt off," Inspector Harrison ordered, as she opened her blouse to uncover a lacy bra underneath. She shrugged out of her jacket and tossed it on the nearby table where the gear was laid out. As she started to work off her blouse, you quickly get out of your uniform top and the t-shirt underneath. You watch her hungrily as her blouse is slipped off of her shoulder and arms before it joins her jacket. She had a slight gut that was not noticed when dressed, and her bra looked like it was doing a lot of work to keep her breasts from sagging. Inspector Harrison smiles at you coyly as she runs a palm down your bare chest. "You're so chiseled..." she coos as her fingers dance over your pecks. "... better than my husband...." she added breathlessly, as she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra.

"You're not too bad yourself Inspector... could I call you Pamala?" you asked as you watched her slip her bra straps from her bare shoulders. A moment later, her bra cups fell away and her tits dropped to their natural position. They sagged and her tan nipples angled out slightly. They were not bad for a woman over fifty, for sure, but they were also clearly not in their prime. You reached up and groped at her breasts, and flicked her nipples with your thumbs. They get hard instantly and she bites the bottom of her lip and moaned.

"... you can all me anything you want..." she breathed and tossed her bra behind her. Pamala leans and kissed you once more. The same deep, passionate kiss. She was a really good kisser. Your mind wanders through her. You find that she was pretty sex deprived. She loved her husband, but they were both workaholics and never made the time for themselves. Pamala also suspected that he was cheating on her, but she never let that thought linger for too long in her mind. She stayed focus on her work. Late at night in the office, when she was by herself, she would pleasure herself with a dildo she had hidden in her desk while thinking about male officers and detectives she saw around HQ. You're surprised that she had fantasied about you a few times. Her office looks over the patrol car lot and she often saw you coming and going out of your patrols. You weren't the only one, so as surprising as it was, it was not that special. Pamala seemed to be a bit of slut when it came to who she fantasied about. She would never act on her fantasies, she knew they were just that. Your mind freed her from her professionalism as well as her marital loyalties.

Pamala pulled back from the kiss and she smiled down at you drunkenly. You can see her face is flushed and despite her tan skin there is a slight blush on her cheeks. "I've been waiting so long to do this to you..." She unclipped her gold shield from her belt before she opened her trousers opens. The badge is dropped to the floor as Pamala stepped out of her heels. Her trousers are pushed down to undercover a pair of satin panties and thigh high nude stockings. She kicks away her trousers and beckons at your pants and eagerly ordered, "Your turn."

She was a commanding officer, so you obeyed. You unbuckle your own belt and before you could work off your cargo pants, Pamala reaches down and helps. She knelt before you and unties and strips off your boots. At this part you're hard and when Pamala strips away trousers and your boxers are tugged off your hips, your cock sprang free. Your naked aside from your socks as Pamala starts to jerk you off.

"You're as big as I thought..." she cooed as one hand worked at your cock and the other slipped down the front of her panties.

"What's the plan Pamala?" you asked between moans.

"I'm going to ride you," Pamala replied simply as she hooked her thumbs around her panties and pushed them off her hips. Her sex was shaven clean, and it was already moist.

"Oh my..." you say as your eyes wander her naked body. Her hips were curvy, something the suits also hid, but she was groomed as well as a sorority sister. You wonder why she never wear skirts. Her legs in the stocking were amazing looking.

Answering your thoughts, "Men look at my legs too much. I get a bit self-conscious about them..." she strokes your cock a bit more before she settles on your thigh. Just before she slips your cock into her wet pussy, she pauses, "You mind if we go natural...I don't like condoms..."

"You're the boss..." you manage to say as she slides her womanhood over your throbbing cock. "...wear skirts more..." you breath out as she starts to work her hips.

"Okay...now shut up..." she moans.