Part 1

Adam shifted in his seat and shielded his eyes from the sun blasting through his windshield. The woman with red hair opened the door to the office across the parking lot and entered. With a sigh, Adam settled back to wait. After three days of searching, he had begun to give up hope of finding her. Now he was on hour five of tailing her. He had no real knowledge of why she was under surveillance, but he wasn't running point for this case. So he watched and waited as he had been ordered, writing down where she went and when.

The day had been boring so far, but Adam had known from the moment he laid eyes on her that this beautiful woman with rich auburn hair was going to be trouble. And she was beautiful, one of the most gorgeous people he had ever seen. He thought he'd blown his cover when he caught himself staring at her passing figure that morning. Her eyes were bright, filled with both laughter and mystery. Her skin was sun-kissed, emphasizing the dusting of small freckles that adorned her cheeks and rained down the lines of her collarbone and cleavage, drawing the eye in a tantalizing manner. Her lips were full and her smile radiant. Adam noticed all of this before she walked by, at which point his jaw fell open. The rear end that shifted beneath her tight jeans was mind-blowing, the cheeks perfectly shaped and very full. Yeah, he was in trouble.

Every instinct he had honed through fifteen years of cop work told him that trouble was brewing inside that office, too. After all, what was a university lab technician doing at the shipping and logistics offices adjacent to the docks? Other instincts were screaming at him too, though. Adam allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to wrap his arms around the red-headed beauty and kiss her deeply. The softness of her lips, the feel of her tongue, how perfect her curves would be when undressed…all skated across his imagination. His pulse quickened, and his shaft began to stir in his jeans as he imagined how her breasts and ass would fill his hands.

These sexual fantasies, while exciting, were oddly comfortable. A sudden sense of familiarity had Adam searching his memory. Had he met this mysterious woman before? Suddenly, dozens of memories crashed into his sensibilities. He remembered walking hand in hand with her down a beach, laughing with her over a cup of coffee, teasing her during a game of mini-golf. But the remembrance was also filled with moments and sensations that set his body on fire. Images flashed in his mind's eye of her mouth taking in his cock slowly, then smiling minutes later as his orgasm decorated her chest alongside her freckles. He didn't just remember; he could feel the warmth of her skin as he wrapped his hands around her waist, guiding her while she straddled him on a couch and rode him to her own climax.

Adam had to physically shake his head to break the reverie when the office door slammed open, and his quarry came running out. Two men, then a third, came chasing after her. "Damn it! Shit!" Adam exclaimed as he turned the key in the ignition. His tires peeled as he traversed the entire parking lot in two seconds and whipped around in front of the sprinting woman. He pushed open the passenger door and shouted, "Get in!" as her startled eyes met his. With only a quick glance over her shoulder, she dove into the seat of the old vehicle. The car was moving again before she shut the door.

They were both breathing heavily, but neither cop nor passenger said anything for a few moments. After getting a safe distance from the docks, Adam finally broke the silence. "I'm Adam, NYPD," he said as he pulled out his badge. He could feel her eyes boring into him for a moment before she finally responded.

"I'm Alison, or Ali if you want, I guess."

"Well, I'd say it's nice to meet you Alison, but it looks like this day has taken a dark turn."

Adam could feel that penetrating stare again, and regretted his attempt at levity. But his passenger finally relaxed in her seat and spoke again. "So, you've been following me?"

"Unfortunately, yes. All day." Adam grimaced. "Two witnesses ID'd you in a big case I'm working on. I was ordered to find you and keep you under surveillance."

Auburn locks swayed as Alison shook her head. "I can't believe this is happening," she said. "I'm in way over my head and just want to go home, but now I don't think I can."

"It'll be ok," Adam replied. "I can put you up in a decent hotel in a safe part of town for tonight. You can stay there and rest. I'll hang out in the lobby and make sure we weren't followed. Then tomorrow I'll send a car to bring you to the station. Will that work?"

"You don't know anything about me or how I'm involved in the case, and you're going to help me?"

"That's the job," Adam said with a shrug. "Right now we just need to keep you safe. Everything else will follow."

Twenty minutes later, they were checking into a hotel room under Adam's name. Alison stood in front of the elevator as her rescuer placed items into her hands one at a time.

"Ok, here's the room key. Here's my number, and the number for the station is on the other side in case we get separated. And here's some clothes if you want to change. It's just some sweats; I promise they’re clean."

"You're going to wait down here all night?"

"At least until I get tired. I'll come up once in a while to walk the hall. But eventually I'll call some uniforms from the night shift to make sure there's a visible presence when I leave."

Alison nodded, looking defeated, and Adam felt for her. But there wasn't much else he could do for her right now. His heart leapt when she smiled softly. "Well, I guess the least I can do is invite you up for a drink. I think some wine would help settle my nerves, and I would like some company. At least for a while. That way you don't have to hang out in the lobby."

"I'd love to!" Adam said instantly. He was rewarded with another smile, and tried to strike up small talk in the elevator. Upon entering the room, Alison immediately went to the bathroom to clean up. Adam strode over to the phone and called up room service, ordering a bottle of wine. By the time the bathroom door opened again, the wine had arrived and Adam was already sipping on a glass. He was not unhappy to see that his companion had opted for a bathrobe instead of his old sweats. His mind wandered again to what lay under that robe as he poured another glass and handed it over.

"I hope you like white," he said, taking a seat in the one armchair in the room. "To be honest, it was the only name on the list I recognized."

"This is great!" Alison replied after her first sip. She sat across from him on the bed and sighed contentedly as she worked her way rapidly through the tall glass he had poured. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes. "I was thinking," Alison finally said as she stood and placed her glass on the counter, "maybe there is something I can do to repay you for your help today." Adam sucked in his breath when her robe fell open. The sight of her shaved pussy and half-covered breasts had him hardening quickly.

"You don't have to feel like..." Adam said softly. "I mean, you shouldn't do this because you feel like you owe me. You don't."

"I'm sorry," Alison said, not slowing in her stride towards him. "You're right. I just really want to unwind. Besides, you're my usual type."

Adam did not protest as she came right up to him and threaded her left hand into his dark hair, pulling him in for a kiss. It was as intense and amazing as he imagined, as he remembered. His tongue sought hers desperately and he thought he would be overcome with desire. Suddenly, both of her hands were at his crotch. One massaged and rubbed his growing erection over his jeans, and the other deftly worked at the button and zipper. Adam sighed with pleasure as the gorgeous woman before him again grabbed a handful of his hair, then wrapped the fingers of her other hand around his rock-hard dick. She made eye contact with him and forced him to keep it, stroking him with long, slow pumps.

"Does that feel good?" she asked with a sultry smile.

"Yes!"

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes! Please."

"Stand up and get naked; then you can take me."

Alison's grip never lessened; her stroking never stopped as Adam pushed himself up from the chair as fast as he could. His pants fell easily enough, and they began kissing again after he removed his shirt. His senses were overloaded as Alison quickly put her free hand and her mouth to expert use. She bit his neck, licked and sucked his nipple, and massaged his balls. Finally, she dropped to her knees and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She moaned contentedly as she continued to work Adam's shaft and slurp on the tip.

When Alison stood again, she let her robe fall to the floor. Adam's eyes drank in every inch of her. "Come here, take me from behind!" she almost yelled while bending to place both hands on the bed. Her fully revealed ass was everything Adam had imagined and more. The muscles of her thighs accentuated the perfect curve of her cheeks. They were juicy, they were round, they were smooth...and they were about to be his.

Adam grabbed as much of her ass with his left hand as he could while he guided the wet tip of his cock into her opening with his right hand. He pushed in slowly, but as deeply as he could on that first thrust. "Ooooooh, that's good," Alison groaned. Her pleasure incited him further. He ran his free hand down the smooth skin of her shoulder and down to the middle of her back, where he applied slight pressure. Alison gave in and fell with her face in the sheets. His hands locked around the curve of her waist as Adam began to bury himself in her over and over. He growled with excitement as he felt his groin push into the softness of the most amazing ass he had ever handled. When he placed both hands on her cheeks and squeezed, she responded, "Yes, harder!" So he spread her ass slightly to allow for even deeper penetration. The resulting moan from Alison had him going wild. He wanted to fuck her all over this room in every way. He wanted to fuck her forever.

Alison's hands grabbed handfuls of bedding. "Oh my god, yes. Please, touch my ass. Just a little, touch my asshole." Adam did not need to be told twice. He wet a thumb in his mouth and splayed four fingers across her lower back, continuing to pull himself into her as he slowly massaged her tight hole. He was met with a high-pitched intake of breath followed by, "Yeeeeeeeeeeeesss..." Adam could feel them both building towards a finish, so he leaned into the intensity. He grabbed her wrists and forced them to her sides, then pulled, pounding Alison with gusto. She shrieked with pleasure as her hands grabbed at him. For several moments, they almost wrestled as they maximized sensation, pushing and pulling desperately with no particular position in mind.

Adam pulled Alison upright and grabbed both boobs, savoring their softness and pinching the nipples. Her response was to arch her back and thrust her butt back into him, fueling his hunger. Now standing, they stumbled over to the chair. Alison grabbed his hands and put them firmly back on her ass. Then Adam watched in ecstasy as she placed both hands on the back of the chair and stepped one foot up into the seat, then slowly brought up her other foot as well. Alison crouched in the chair with her rear end hanging off the front. Adam helped hold her up as he gripped her cheeks and thrust desperately. He was only dimly aware of her voice screaming, "Shit, yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cuuuuming," and his own orgasm thundered through his body. They held each other in a death grip as Adam unloaded rope after rope of cum into Alison's hungry pussy.

Adam's vision began to swim, and he pulled her into an embrace. He was faintly aware that they were both smiling as they fell onto the bed and he blacked out.

Part 2

Adam continued to polish the bar with a rag, but out of the corner of his eye he also watched the woman with red hair. She was devastatingly beautiful, and there weren't many other patrons yet. Every once in a while she would look up from talking with her friends and gaze in his direction for a moment. Adam had certainly noticed, but he was determined to be less obvious with his reciprocating attention. There was something achingly familiar about her. And he didn't exactly know why, but he knew she was going to bring trouble. You learned a thing or two watching people from across the bar for years, so he knew trouble. And this auburn-haired angel was it.

She had been at the bar for hours now. Adam thought she must have gotten there around lunchtime, when things were very slow. Two friends had accompanied her, then one had left, and two more ladies joined her. The one remaining companion from lunchtime had finally left a few minutes ago, to be replaced by a married couple who joined the table. Adam wasn't sure what was going on, but there seemed to be a lot of excitement. They chatted constantly, and the redhead often stood up as if telling an exciting story. And all the while, with the intermittent looks in his direction.

Finally, all of her friends departed together about an hour before things typically got busy. Adam glanced over as she strode confidently to the bar. "Hello! Are you the owner?" she asked. Adam turned to take her in fully. The blouse and skirt she was wearing were very casual, not typical "going out" clothing. But they hugged her figure in all the right places. Surely the body underneath was every bit as breathtaking as the face above.

"Yeah, this is my place," Adam said with a smile.

"Fantastic!" she said, leaning forward. "I've got a question for you if you have a minute."

"I've always got a minute for paying customers. Especially when they've given as much business as your group did. Anything special going on today?"

"Oh yeah, we're celebrating actually. I left my husband a few months ago. He was quite the piece of work. But I finally moved to the city here, where all my girlfriends live, and am starting fresh."

"I can't imagine what kind of idiot wouldn't treat you right," Adam said with a wink. "But congratulations anyway! So, what was the question?"

"Are you hiring?"

Adam paused and raised an eyebrow. "You want to work here? You've just moved to the big city and are starting a new life...and you want to sling drinks at a speakeasy?"

"Well, here's the thing," she said, her full lips curling into a flirtatious smile. "I don't really need the money. And this seems like a fun spot, and a great place to meet people. On top of that, the bartender is cute."

"Alright, alright," Adam acquiesced with a chuckle. "It just so happens that one of my other girls quit a couple days ago. If you really want it, the job is yours." He took great satisfaction in the wide-eyed blink he got in response. This lady was not only beautiful, but clearly a force to be reckoned with. Catching her off guard couldn't be easy.

"That's it? You're not going to ask me if I have any related experience or anything?"

He swept away the question with a gesture. "You don't need to know how to make drinks. I know how. You write down the orders, I make the drinks. Just be nice and engaging with our guests. I imagine that won't be difficult for you."

"Alright, deal!"

"Deal! I'm Adam, by the way."

"I'm Alison, but when do I start?"

The bartender turned and grabbed a tray, apron, and rag from a shelf behind him. "Right now," he said, tossing the apron at her and pushing the tray across the counter. "There are only a few guests right now, but you can make sure everything is wiped down before things get busy. Keep the tips you make tonight, then you can come back tomorrow and we'll sort the paperwork."

"That sounds perfect!" Alison said with the most genuine smile he had seen in a long time. "I won't let you down, boss man!"

Adam shook his head with a smile and watched her saunter away. He managed to find a few moments to speak with her over the next hour, but then the rush began. Business was great that night, and he could hardly pull himself away from the bar. But things went well for Alison, who the patrons seemed to love just as he knew they would. After hustling the last customer out, Adam locked the doors and headed back to his office to wrap things up. He'd only been working for fifteen minutes or so when he heard a light knock on the door. It was Alison; somehow he'd known it would be her.

A thrill shot through his body at being alone back here with her. And again he felt that sense of familiarity. He searched...