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He called Annette and tried to be as nonchalant as he could but was still nervous. He thought he sensed that she perceived he was lying; at least his guilt led him to think she did.

He finished his call as well as could be expected for a family man so laden with guilt, then decided to contact Terry to confirm their morning meeting. He called her from a phone booth located on the corner of Wall Street and Stuyvesant Place, directly behind the 120
th
station house. As he approached the phone booth he suddenly recalled that he was in the same one Albert Finney had used when he was filming the movie
Wolfen on
Staten Island. He was amazed at what was going through his mind.

He held his breath as the phone rang in his ear but it didn’t take long before he got lucky and she answered.

“Hi, Terry. It’s Charlie. I’m just touching base to see if everything is okay?
”


“Oh, Charlie, you scared me! I thought you were going to tell me you couldn’t make it. I just took a bubble bath and can’t wait until I see you. My son is fine and went to school and my mom is already gone for the day,” she said.

“Do you want me to stop and pick anything up?
”
he asked.

“No, but am I still your pretty lady?”

“You know you are,” he cooed with excitement.

“Then I just want you to come over, Charlie,” she whispered, her voice low and inviting.

“I’m on my way,” he said, his tone husky. He wasn’t surprised to notice he was becoming aroused.

He hung up, made his way to his car and began the drive fantasizing about her all the way to her house. He was quivering with desire as he wondered what she would be wearing.

Traffic was quiet as he headed out to the other side of the island where Terry lived. Everybody was always headed to the Ferry or the Verrazano Narrows Bridge at morning rush. He pulled up to Terry’s house, forgetting to park in a less conspicuous spot. He tried to be casual as he walked up to her front door because he didn’t want nosy neighbors to think something mischievous was going to take place. Charlie rang the bell and Terry answered it almost immediately.

The first thing he noticed was her hair. It was sparkling and still a little wet from her bath. She was wearing a white silk robe that was open just a bit, allowing an enticingly small amount of Terry’s cleavage to spill into view. Charlie took a step inside the house and before he could say anything, she placed her hand over his mouth, motioning for him not to speak. He wondered what in the hell was going on. Had her family returned?

He did not make any attempts to say anything but began worrying about what might happen. Under a blanket of silence, Terry took him by the hand and led him into what appeared to be her bedroom. Two windows, each on separate walls, were covered by long, pastel curtains. Through small gaps in each set of curtains he could see blinds had been drawn. As a result, the room was veiled in cool, dark shadows. On matching small tables on either side of the bed a small group of tall, thin candles with blinking flames illuminated the room while soft music filled the air around them from a radio on her dresser.

She led Charlie to the bed and beckoned him to quietly sit. He found he was under her spell and could only obey, even if he didn’t want to. She knelt before him and slowly removed his shoes one at a time, placing them partially under the bed. Next, she unlaced Charlie’s ankle holster and gently put his weapon to the side of the night stand. When that was done, she removed his socks and tucked them into his shoes.

Satisfied with her progress, Terry stood up and began to undo Charlie’s belt. She pulled the belt through its loops and undid the button on his pants. She slowly unzipped his fly and brushed her hand against his penis, which was hard and erect and would soon break through to freedom. During all of this neither of them spoke a word.

N
ext, she slowly slid his trousers down his legs. Once they were removed, she moved to his boxer shorts, gently sliding them downward until they, too, were lying in a small heap on the floor. His eyes closed, Charlie thought this was a perfect example of what his mother used to tell him about always wearing clean underwear in case you were in an accident. He almost laughed to himself, but somehow managed to remain silent.

He was now naked from the waist down. He felt silly when he realized the only things he still wore were his tee shirt and outer jacket. Terry beckoned him to stand up with one motion from her velvet hands which apparently had lotion on them. She removed every other stitch of clothing he had on with gentle, expert hands. She smiled as he stood before her, stark naked and with an enormous hard on. Without a word, she stepped back and removed her robe, dropping it to the floor in a whisper of soft fabric.

Her breasts were beautiful and huge. Her areolas were darkly pigmented and her nipples were hard and the size of buttons. Charlie had never seen nipples such as these. They were flat and wide but so hard. Her pubic area glistened with silky black hair. He took her into his arms and they embraced. They kissed fully and deeply, each sucking the other’s tongue.

Terry moaned loudly and grabbed Charlie’s penis, stroking it with slow, expert movements.

He picked her up and gently placed her on the bed, still kissing her but deeper and harder now. He began to explore her vagina with his hand, rubbing her clitoris gently at first but faster and harder as each moan from her throat urged him on.

“Oh, Charlie! I’m going to come! You’re driving me crazy. My God, what you do to me!
”
she screamed.

With that, she came as her body jerked and quivered in ecstasy.

Her head moved violently back and forth from one side to the other as she whimpered in pleasure while her vagina became a faucet of fluids, and Charlie found he could no longer contain himself. He knelt before her, thrusting his mouth and tongue deep into her vagina, licking and sucking in a frenzy of movement.

She quickly came again and begged him to stop, whispering to him that she was going crazy. He did as she asked, watching her as she closed her eyes and lay still, catching her breath, a huge smile of pleasure lighting her face. When she finally looked at him, her eyes were filled with mischief.

“This is only the beginning, Charlie.”

She got up, gently pushed him back onto the bed, and climbed on top of him. Smiling at him, she grabbed his penis and inserted it into her vagina. He immediately felt how tight she was and wondered when the last time was she’d had sex. That thought quickly disappeared as his full attention turned to the pleasurable feelings below his waist.

She began to move her hips and thighs up and down, slowly at first but quickly escalating her movements until she was riding him like an untamed bronco. Her scent, her taste, everything about her was driving him wild. He could have come right away but wanted to prolong his hardness for as long as he could for her.

“Oh, Terry, you’re driving me crazy. You feel so good. You’re so wet, so hot and so deep. Your pussy is on fire. I want to stay hard for you all day. I want to make you come again and again,” he hissed as a moan of pleasure consumed him.

“Does it feel good, Charlie?
”
she panted, her breasts swaying and bouncing with her movements.

Before he could answer, she ground her pussy down even harder on his swollen, stiff member.

“Tell me how it feels, Charlie. Tell me! I want to hear you say the words,” she growled as she ran her hands through her damp hair.

“You’re setting me on fire! You’re pussy is on fire and it’s so fucking tight,” he said through gasps of pleasure, fighting his impending release. He wanted nothing more than to make this
feeling, this oneness, last forever.

“Do you want to come inside me, honey?
”
she asked as she slowed her movements, her voice seductive.

“Oh, I want to explode deep inside of you, baby. I want to give you every drop of me that I possess. Oh, baby, drain me dry! Don’t leave a drop for anyone else,” he nearly screamed.

His moans of passion drove Terry deeper into a frenzy. Without another word of encouragement, she began to grind her body even harder on his thoroughly engorged penis until he vaguely thought it might snap off, but he didn’t care. His senses were overloaded. Her breasts bounced and swayed in the flickering candlelight as she rode him and the scent of her perfume, mixed with the aroma of her snatch on his face, filled the air. Her tight pussy, wrapped around him like a second skin, sent tingles from the top of his head to the ends of his toes. It was all too much, yet would never be enough. He couldn’t hold it any longer. A few seconds later, Charlie came like he had never come before in his entire life. He exploded deep within Terry and felt as if he would come forever. She slowed her movements and lowered her upper body toward him until they were face to face. He raised his head and they kissed deeply, even as Charlie continued to spurt within her vagina.

After a short time she climbed off and they both held each other for what seemed like an eternity. They lingered that way for a while, basking in the afterglow, both gently stroking the other. Eventually they relaxed their grips and lit up their cigarettes. They smoked while they spoke about Terry’s son and their respective jobs.

Before long, Charlie extinguished his cigarette and felt himself getting aroused again. He took her face in his hands, enjoying the silky smoothness of her skin. He brushed her forehead with gentle, tender kisses then moved to her eyes and nose. He was being playful as well as romantic. He began to nibble on her ear lobes, first with soft butterfly kisses, but soon thrust his tongue deep inside her ear, which nearly drove her wild. She began to twist and turn and thrust her ear harder against his wet and exploring tongue. After several long seconds, Charlie withdrew his tongue from her ear and tilted her face toward him, thrusting into her open and waiting mouth. She began to suck on his tongue frantically, almost as if she were trying to swallow it. He felt himself drowning in her passion and wanted every part of her. She was moaning loudly now and he couldn’t help but wonder if the neighbors could hear everything happening behind the closed shades.

He didn’t care.

“Charlie, please take me! I need fucking so much,” she begged. “Please, Charlie!”

He rolled her over onto her stomach and placed both hands on her hips. She knew what he wanted. Without a word, she moved her buttocks upward, ready and waiting. As he looked down at her, eager to be inside her again, he saw her hand moving between her legs. With a moan of anticipation, he watched as she spread apart the lips of her vagina, welcoming his swollen staff of hardness.

He entered her, first with slow, gentle movements which soon grew into hard, urgent thrusts. The sight of her ass and his penis pounding in and out of her was more than he could stand. He gripped her hips, rocking her back and forth, as he continued his attack on her like a wild man who was getting laid for the first time during the last minutes of his life. His eruption into her was everything he was and ever would be. They would forever be connected by this act of love and lust. He held tightly onto her thighs as he exploded deep within her, emptying every last drop into her for a second time. Afterward, he did not pull out of her right away but gently lowered her stomach down onto the bed and allowed himself to soften inside of her.

He lay down next to her for a while then she got up and went into the bathroom. He checked his watch for the time and was surprised to see it was almost noon already. He had been there almost three full hours in which time seemed to stand still for him.

After a few minutes, Terry came back in with a pair of silky black panties on. She blew out the tapered candles which had practically burned down completely and they cuddled on the bed. After a while, Charlie asked her if she had any misgivings for what they had done but Terry assured him solemnly that she did not. Before he knew it, it was his turn to enter the bathroom and he showered and dressed. He felt somewhat depressed that he was leaving her and told her he would miss her. She replied by saying
she did not want to think about him leaving but only to concentrate on when they would be together again.

She walked him to the door where they embraced and said their goodbyes then he walked to his car and got in. Neither of them had said the word love.

When Charlie got home he was relieved to see that Annette had already left for work. He was exhausted from his love making session and decided to go straight to bed. Sleep came easily.

When Annette arrived home from work she woke Charlie at his usual time. He was glad she never once mentioned his DWI arrest. Before she could ask him questions, he jumped into the shower, shaved, and left for work.

He wanted to stop at the coffee shop and spend time with Terry but he also knew he had to be discreet or else the entire precinct would ride him.

Charlie was assigned as chauffeur, as usual, to Lt. A.

Eight

He felt great. In fact, he hadn’t felt this good at the start of a late shift in years. The lieutenant, not surprisingly, was also raring to go, and Charlie sensed it was going to be a busy night.