Lara's Panties

The security guard stood holding Lara's discarded panties. He lifted the dainty undergarments and sniffed them.

Fuck, thought Lara wincing. She hadn't known where Greg had thrown them after taking them off. And now the guard had indisputable evidence that a woman in the throws of passion had been in in the very recent past.

Surprisingly, he clicked off his radio before sliding the underwear into his pocket and continuing his search.

The guard methodically went over every inch of bush and tree with his light. Afraid of being found, Lara and Greg dared not breathe. "Come on out, honey. You don't want me to report this to county. Then you have to explain it down at the jail. Call your pops to come bail his sweet girl out."

Lara looked at Greg, who shook his head no, but she had already decided.

"You don't need to do that," she said, stepping out of the tree line.

The guard swung around and pointed the flashlight at Lara, bathing her in its revealing light. "Didn't expect a woman your age. Still, sex in the park isn't allowed no matter if teens or forty-year-olds."

Lara winced more at the guard getting her age wrong than the blinding light in her eyes.

"So, where's your boyfriend?" The guard asked, shining his light dangerously close to Greg's hiding spot.

"He's gone. I returned when I realized I had left my panties behind," Lara lied.

The guard smiled a predatory grin. "The guys always run off. Can't even begin to tell you how many teen girls I've seen all perplexed that their big, strong man shot out like a rabbit and left them behind. Guess it's no different for women of your age either."

Lara winced. She wanted to scream that this time was different. That her man didn't leave her behind. He was different. He was not some selfish coward, but she had to swallow her tongue. She was not ready to explain to anyone, including this out-of-shape rent-a-cop, that she was the lover of her son's best friend.

"Heh, well, I'm not going to complain. It's always my gain that they're cowards," the guard walked up to Lara and shined his light down her top. "Didn't find a bra. I guess you didn't wear one. Bold choice with tits that big."

Lara put a hand across her chest.

"No need to cover up now, honey. I think you should show a bit more," the guard said, pulling Lara's hand away and popping another button on her sundress.

"Fuck you," Lara said, slapping the guard's hand.

The guard grabbed Lara by the hair. "Now, now, that's ****. If I call this in, you could spend the whole weekend in a cell. You don't want that, do you?"

Lara stared at him with pure hate. You aren't even a real fucking cop, she thought. But he probably had friends on the ****. Friends that would lie for him. "No, I don't want that."

The smug guard reached out and pulled down Lara's top, exposing her large MILF breasts. "Damn, those are nice. Better than a lot of those teens that I catch. Still nice and pert. I bet that guy of yours likes to suck on them."

"Well, you've seen the goods long enough. Can I go now?" Lara said, ignoring the guard's crude talk.

"Honey, we are just getting started," The guard said before reaching out and palming one of Lara's breasts.

Lara let out a yell and slapped the guard. His head turned with the blow, but as Lara turned to run, he shoved her to the ground. "I am going to enjoy this bitch."

Lara went down hard, knocking the wind out of her. She tried to scramble to her feet, but the guard was on her. He was so heavy. Tears started to flow from Lara's eyes.

The guard grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up. "I'm going to enjoy this. If you accept it, you might, too."

That was the last thing the guard remembered from that night. As he had begun his **** on Lara, Greg had burst forth from the trees. At a dead sprint, he had kicked the guard square on the temple with a blast that would have made his old high school field goal-kicking coach proud.

The guard rolled off Lara, his body going stiff from being knocked the fuck out. "Are you ok?

"Fucking hell, I thought... I thought... he was going..." Lara tried to get the words out but lost her composure. She hugged Greg's leg and gently sobbed.

Greg lifted Lara to her feet and fixed her top. He brushed the loose grass from her hair and wiped away her tears.

"I must be hideous right now," Lara said.

Greg did not answer. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her tenderly. Lara returned the kiss, melting into his strong arms.

"You could never be anything but the most beautiful girl in the world," Greg said as their kiss broke. "Let's go somewhere more private."

Lara reached down and yanked her panties from the **** guard's pocket. "What about him?"

"Forget him," Greg said. "Fucking bastard."

He led Lara away. They got in her car, and she drove away. "I think that's enough for tonight. If... when we try again, we have to be more careful."

"I promise never to let anyone hurt you again," Greg said, shaking with anger.

"It's not your fault," Lara replied. "That man was just evil. You get numb to it as a woman. That is until they get in your face about it."

They drove off into the night silent. The magic of the evening broken.