Tell him to strip...slowly

"Mmm, yeah, that's hot." you say "Let's see that chest!"

No sooner have you asked, than a cascade of buttons fly past you as he tears open his shirt, revealing a broad, moderately hairy chest, and washboard abs. You catch a whiff of his cologne, mingled with the smell of his skin as his torso slowly passes tantalizingly past your face. You realise that the "no touch" rules don't apply to this personal show and you run your fingers along his stomach and up to his nipples which you pinch playfully. The cop simply growls his disapproval, but you don't pay any attention.

"Keep going" you say, suggestively. The cop undoes the belt around his waist; slowly pulling the loop of leather through the metal clasp, then unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Inside you see the bulge of his cock, nestled in what appears to be a tight fitting jock-strap. Then, somewhat unexpectedly, the yanks the cuffs of his pant legs, causing them to tear open like the pull away clothing of stage strippers. You suspect that the power of the wish must be responsible for this little detail. The muscular officer continues his dance, now squatting over you to rub his ass temptingly over the tent in your jeans, while you run your hand along the inside of his thigh to rub his cock, which twitches to attention, straining the fabric of the jock.