It seems like almost every Saturday night I’d catch her and some boy in various stages of undress while patrolling the beach. While I never wrote her up for the partial nudity infractions, I was constantly writing JT’s for the curfew infractions, which required her parents to come to the station in the middle of the night to get her. Needless to say, I was not her favorite cop. This went on for two years. Then, one summer night, things took a turn.
It started like any other Saturday night. I came on at ten, patrolled in the cruiser for a couple of hours, and then caught a burger and coffee right before the BK Nancy worked at closed at midnight. I took mine to go so as to avoid her nasty looks and “sotto voce” comments, preferring to eat at the station. After my break, I parked the car and took the beach buggy out. It was a warm, clear night; with a full moon that illuminated the white sand on the beach such that I really didn’t need lights to see where I was going, so I left them off. I started at the south end of the beach, so that by the time I came to the stand of sea grape trees just north of the pier, a popular illegal drinking spot that shielded partiers from view of the beach and street, it was about one a.m.
I wasn’t disappointed. With the lights out, and the sound of the buggy’s engine masked by the sound of the surf, I drove right up to a couple of teenagers on a blanket without their noticing. The boy was standing, naked from the waist down. The girl was kneeling in front of him in her panties and a tunic of some sort that was unbuttoned down the front, showing her to be bra-less. I popped the lights.
Well, the boy took off running down the beach, the moonlight illuminating his “pale moon” as he sprinted away. It was so funny to see that I just sat in the buggy laughing instead of giving chase, until I noticed that the girl was still there, on her knees, glaring at me. Yep, you guessed it; it was Nancy.
“Officer Dan! I can’t believe it!” she cried. “Every time I try to get some action, you show up. Thanks to you, I’m probably the only eighteen-year old virgin in town. My parents may thank you, especially my father, but I sure don’t!”
“Eighteen?” I queried. “You better have some ID to prove that or it’s another JT and call to your parents” I said. Without bothering to put on pants or button her top (her work uniform, it turned out), she dug into her purse and pulled out her driver’s license. Sure enough, she was eighteen.
“Well, that saves you from the curfew JT” I said, “but there is still the matter of the public nudity and public sex violations to deal with” I pointed out. “Public sex?” she yelled. “I didn’t even get his cock in my hand before you were on us. You’re like ‘Coppis Interruptous’ in that department. And, if you will notice, I’m not nude.”
“Really”, I said, shining my flashlight onto the bare breasts inside the unbuttoned tunic, “then what are those?” “Well” she replied, “if you are going to write me up for being nude, I may as well get really nude!” So saying, she took off the tunic and skimmed off the panties. She was now, in fact, totally nude. And, as I realized for the first time, quite well built.
Her breasts were capped by two very erect nipples. Since it was quite warm out, I wasn’t sure whether they were in such a state due to arousal from what she had been caught about to do, or because she was standing naked in front of me. But I was willing to find out.
“I’m sorry I’ve spoiled all your chances to lose your cherry” I said, as I stepped closer to her. “However, I’d like to make that up to you if you’ll let me.” It took her about a minute to realize what I was proposing. A crooked smile replaced the glare as she pulled me to her, her lips finding mine in a hungry kiss as she mashed her body against mine. Leaning back, she pulled us both down onto the blanket.
“One of us is overdressed,” she said. I had to help her undo my gun-belt, but after that she had me stripped down in a minute. Pushing me onto my back, she began kissing her way down, starting at my lips, then over my nipples, and ending at my eight inch hard-on. I tried valiantly to touch her breasts, but she kept slapping my hand away as she began to expertly polish my knob with her mouth while she stroked the exposed shaft.