The Policewoman's Trousers

The zip was pulled down and slowly The Pirate grabbed the drum tight trousers on both sides and pulled and wriggled them down Nazia’s full body. The Pirate moved away leaving the trousers at Nazia’s ankles to observe and appreciate her unwrapped gift. She burst out laughing seeing Nazia’s underwear. It was a pair of soft, white granny panties. It was threadbare and faded which suggested it was quite old and perhaps needed replacing. Being a hijabi meant Nazia had never planned on anyone seeing anything beyond her outerwear and she spent precious little thought and time on her inner wear.

“I know budgets have been slashed but surely the government pays enough to a Senior Detective to buy decent underwear for herself? “

Nazia had nothing to say at this latest insult. She hung her head low in shame and defeat. She had been anticipating this from the moment The Pirate had started disrobing her. As prim and proper as her outerwear was, her innerwear was a complete contrast. She had little opportunity to explore and indulge in lingerie and coupled with poor fashion sense, she always went for the most basic and cheapest ones available. As a result, they were all over the place, and it had been a while since she had gone underwear shopping.

The Pirate knew she had utterly defeated and broken the uptight policewoman and had her right where she wanted. She was dominating this prim and proper detective and was getting a thrill out of it, more than her various heists and escapes. She licked her lips at what was in front but at the same time knew the clock was ticking. She didn’t have all night. She went up to Nazia who trembled seeing her nemesis approaching her. The Pirate grabbed Nazia’s soft waist and groped and pinched at the soft love handles. She enjoyed playing with this demonstration of indiscipline from the uptight detective. Her hands slowly went downwards towards Nazia’s soft and threadbare panties. She could see the top of the waistband and there was a thin, furry strip from little below Nazia’s navel down towards her panty waistband and inside. She smiled knowing what it suggested. She felt the front of Nazia’s panties which was bulging out, struggling to contain Nazia’s shameful secret – her untrimmed and unkempt bush. This drew out a soft whimper from the detective. Nazia was fearing the worst. What if The Pirate pulled down her panties and exposed her? What could she do? Here was a strict hijabi who always dressed proper and conservative, always immaculately covered, never exposing even the slightest bit of her skin to outsiders. And here she was in her old and threadbare panties in front of a lawbreaking criminal. She was so helpless and defeated and completely at The Pirate’s mercy. The more The Pirate played with the front of Nazia’s panties, the more she felt a combination of excitement, fear and thrill. The Pirate could also feel some moist near the bottom of her panties, which could only mean one thing.