Zena Wynn: Tameka's Smile

She was wrong. He continued until he cupped both of them in his massively large hands.

“This feels suspicious.” He rotated the palms of his hands against her pebbled nipples. “Bears further investigation.” His hands stroked back down and slid under the hem of her tank.

“Officer, I don’t think this is …”

“Shhh, anything you say can and will be held against you.” The familiar words of the Miranda, along with the memory of those ice-cold, merciless, green eyes halted her protest before it could fully form. His calloused hands gently skimmed her stomach until it reached the fragile elastic barrier of her tank’s shelf-bra, which provided little protection against his seeking hands. He dug underneath until his hands cupped both breasts, skin-to-skin. Then he rolled, tugged, and toyed with her nipples,

“inspecting” them.

He manipulated them until the skin was puckered and tight, and her hips jerked with each pull. Then he released them and continued his search. The sun filtering through the rustling leaves, along with the quiet sounds of nature, gave the whole experience a surreal feel.

His hands skimmed down the sides of her legs until he reached her ankles. He circled them with his fingers. “Dainty.” The word floated up to her. He circled his hands to the inside of her legs and reversed directions. She tensed her legs in preparation of closing them.

“Keep your legs where they are or I’ll haul you down to the station and strip search you.”

The threat, spoken in that no-nonsense tone of voice, kept her still. A bead of sweat gathered between her breasts and rolled down to her stomach as his hands continued their upward journey.

At her knees, his touch shifted. Instead of using the flat of his hands, he used the tips of his fingers on both legs. When he neared the apex of her thighs, he commanded, “Spread them wider.”

Tameka found herself complying, horribly fascinated.

Would he touch her sex? He wouldn’t dare, would he? His fingertips continued their journey and stopped a breath away from her thong bikini. She waited with bated breath to see what he would do. He lingered there, his fingers lightly caressing the sensitive skin in the crease of her inner thighs. Tameka’s whole body tightened as tension held her in its grip. Her legs tensed, each individual muscle tautening as she fought against the need to move.

Finally, she felt it. The sensuous glide of a finger against the crotch of her panties. He did it again, only this time there was a light scraping sensation, as though he used his fingernail instead of the pad of his finger. It started at her clit and slowly dragged back until it hovered over the entrance to her vagina. Ignoring the command of her brain, her hips arched, pressing back into his touch.

“I feel moisture.” His voice came out hoarse and he stopped to clear his throat. It was firmer when he continued. “I need to determine the source.”

He rose up behind her until he loomed over her, with one hand still between her legs, lightly stroking the damp fabric stretched taut over her nether lips. He placed his free hand on the center of her back between her shoulder blades and pushed.

“Bend over.”

He applied steady but firm pressure until Tameka was completely bent over the hood of the car, braced on her forearms.

This position placed her butt in the air and left her breasts hanging unfettered. She felt vulnerable, spread out as she was, and tried to rise.

“Hold the position or I’ll handcuff you.” She dropped back down on the hood and hung her head.

She didn’t want to be handcuffed. Then she’d be completely at his mercy.

And you’re not, now?

He gathered her skirt and drew it to her waist, tucking it inside of her waistband so that it would stay up and out of the way. She could feel him staring at her.

“Your ass is pretty.” He smoothed his hand up one globe and then down the other. They clenched involuntarily under his caress. “Back to the business at hand.”

The hand between her legs probed at the elastic edge of her panties before slipping inside. He toyed with the lips of her pussy, spreading her moisture around. When she was well lubricated, he parted them and stroked the opening of her vagina.

The muscles there clenched and relaxed, as though her pussy was trying to draw his finger inside.

The hand on her hip slid around to her belly and then joined its partner between her legs. It slid down her mound until it rested over her cloth-covered clit. “We’ve discovered contraband in some amazing places. I would be negligent in my duties as an officer of the law if I didn’t check out every potential hiding place,” he whispered in her ear.

With those words of warning, he eased two fingers inside her sheath and began stroking in and out, inching steadily deeper while the hand in front pressed hard against her clit. Tameka moaned as her pussy greedily clamped down on his invading fingers. They were so big, it felt like a cock, and she hadn’t had sex in years. The part of her mind that could still function reasonably was outraged at what he was doing; the advantage he was taking of his position as an officer of the law. But her body, it was screaming, “Hell, yes. Just like that.” Her hips surged back, driving his fingers deeper. Her back arched as she rode his hands.

Heat was all around her and in her as well. Her nipples were scorched as they dragged back and forth against the hot metal surface of the hood. Her hands tightened into fists and then flattened as she used them to brace her upper body and give herself more leverage as she thrust backwards into each stroke of his fingers.

Then he added another digit and picked up the pace. Her breathing caught in rhythm with his pumping fingers, turning into breathy little moans. She could feel an orgasm building.

“Deeper.”

“Harder.”

“Faster.”

The words were forced out of her from someplace deep inside. Her mind was mortified, but her body didn’t care. It knew what it needed and was driving towards it.

He added a fourth finger and thrust vigorously, the force of his movement driving her forward against the hand that was pressing against her clit, rubbing her against it. She bucked against him and gave a muffled shriek as she exploded. He stroked her clit even harder, prolonging her orgasm until she sank onto the hood of the car, replete.

He withdrew his fingers from her sheath, and over the sound of her panting, she thought she heard him slurping his fingers and growling. Too tired to move, she lay there trying to catch her breath as he straightened her clothes. He put her skirt back into place and smoothed his hands down her legs. He was finished. Good. Maybe now she could go home.

She was wrong. He placed his hands on her hips, and ground his cock into her ass, letting her feel how hard he was.

His hands slid up the side of her body, then under her until they were cupping her breasts. Hands on her mounds, he lifted her torso until she was standing. He played with her breasts, grinding his cock against her until her head fell back against his chest and she was rubbing back against him.

He nibbled on her ear, then whispered, “My apologies. You fit the profile, but you’re not the suspect we’re looking for after all.” One of his hands left her breast and reached down inside her skirt and panties to play with her clit. “I searched diligently and found no trace of any illegal substance.” The motion of his hand sped up and she arched wildly into it. “On behalf of the entire Bradford County Sheriff’s department, I apologize for any inconvenience you may have suffered during the course of this investigation.” Without any warning, he pinched down hard on her nipple and bit her neck. The unexpected pain shocked her body and sent her crashing into another orgasm, screaming as she came. All the feeling left her legs and centered in her cunt. He caught her up in his arms as her knees weakened, causing her to slump against him, and carried her to driver’s side of her car. Setting her on her feet, he braced her against the side of the car while he opened the door, then helped her into the driver’s seat and fastened her seatbelt.