Liz's Jog Home.

Elizabeth Walters, more commonly called Deputy Liz, or at least Liz, left her boss and masturbation fantasy's with him looking a bit dumbstruck. A little flutter of nervousness entered her stomach when his jaw dropped. She really liked it here and hoped she didn't blow it.

Liz smiled ruefully at the wording of the thoughts as she waved to Shamus behind the desk as she left the Station House for her jog home.

Liz jogged down the road in the direction of her house, her mind a jumble. She hadn't ever fantasized about anyone like she fantasized about Sheriff Jimmy Connors. She snorted, he was happily married. He was fifteen years or so older than her, and yet damn near every night she jilled herself to orgasm with his face in her mind. Even the times she actively tried to think of someone else it didn't work. She'd come and then reconstruct the thoughts that caused her to cum and it would hit her that once again it was him, her boss.

Liz had gotten out of the Marines because of a similar situation, her object there was her top kick. She got out and got this job which was sweet as can be, and here she was once again fantasizing about a person that hold more power than her.

She wondered if she was addicted to the power, or the lack of her power int he situation. Maybe that's what she liked? Lack of control? Maybe that's why she orgasms while looking into the eyes of the man she was giving head to.

Liz continued her jog through the town, her mind racing right beside her. Suddenly a wet sensation caught her attention. And she realized, as she kept running that she was getting wet analyzing her thoughts...which revolved around Jimmy Connors. She stopped running. Even after running for the last half hour she wasn't breathing heavy, her dedication to running so focused.

She looked around at the houses, and with a start she realized she had stopped right in front of Jimmy Connors house. She glanced at the house, and through a window. She saw Jimmy's wife moving about in a bathrobe, her hair wet.

A terrible feeling of guilt flooded Liz at that moment, wondering if Jimmy would tell his wife what she said. "I...don't want to break anything up..." she muttered then made a decision. Slowly, with great nervousness she made her way towards the front door.