Pushing open the door, you smile as you remember the first time you walked into this store.

"The Robin's Retreat, what a name for a bookstore," you remember thinking. Stepping inside you glanced around, and see a fairly large-sized room with a balcony floor above, a small seating area, many shelves of books, a counter, and no clerk.

"Hello, is anybody here?" You call out.

"Hi, be right with you," comes the reply. Feminine, husky, and slightly out of breath.

You start to walk toward the area that the answer came from, when from between the last row of shelves and the wall, comes someone out of your dreams.

Tall, statuesque, reddish hair, glasses. She looks up and sees you, and stops to stare.

"Officer is there something wrong?" She asks in a voice that starts to send signals to other parts of your body, trying to look around you to see further into the store. "Has something happened?"

"No. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I'm new to the area, and was told that you have the best selection of books around. And since I love to read, and collect, I thought I'd stop in when I had the chance to look around. I just got off duty, and didn't take time to change, that's why the uniform."

She smiles at you then, her whole face shinning. You think, I don't believe in love at first sight. I really don't believe in it...Oh, hell, I'm done for.

"What type of collection do you have?"

"Mainly erotica," you reply.

."Really? So do I. Any particular area?"

"I prefer the pillow books, but I have been know to get other styles."

"Let me show you something, it came in just last week, and I've been thinking of keeping it for myself. But if you'd be interested..."

"Then consider it sold."

Funny, thinking back now, it was really a stroke of luck to move back here and then get assigned to this area. And who knew that three months later we'd still be seeing each other, or that what I felt might have really been love and not lust at first sight.

You walk in, look toward the counter area, see her, and smiles and says, "Hey love, what's up?"

You comes around the counter, kiss her and ask, "Got any customers?"

"Yeah, a couple, why?"

"You'll see." So saying, You kiss her again, and back up a little. "Put your arms on the counter, step back a little and spread your legs."

She looks around nervously, "My customers..."

"They won't see a thing, and if you're quiet, they won't know what's going on."

She steps back a few steps, spreads her legs, keeping her arms on the counter in front of her. You lower oyuself to your knees, and tug up her skirt to about mid-thigh, "Spread them a little more." You whispers, nudging her legs. She does and you move in between them.

"I'm not sure of this." she whispers as you drop her skirt.

"Shhh."

You proceed to remove her underwear, one leg at a time, placing kisses along her inner legs as the panties go down. "Lift your left leg first, then your right." She does, and you finish removing her panties. And despite her protests, they're already slightly wet.

You kiss your way back up her legs, stoping when you get to the top of her thighs. She can feel your hair moving back and forth on her nether lips, and she bites back a groan. The sensation is like a soft brush, a little soft, feathery, yet slightly prickly as you move from one side to the other. She can't believe the feeling, and starts to stand upright, so she can place her hands on your head. But she feels your hands on her waist, preventing her from moving, you'd went up through the waistband of her skirt. "Now remember, be quiet, and don't move," you hiss.

You place a kiss on her bellybutton, then alternate kisses with licks and nips until you comes to her clitoris. Then you remove your hands from her waist and place them on her lips, spreading them further apart. You start licking her in long, slow licks, stopping occassionaly to nibble on her clitoris. She's getting wetter and wetter, and starts to moan a little.

"Shhhh.....don't want the customers to hear you, do we?" You ask.

She bites her lower lip, and rests her head on her arms. Unconsiounsly, she spreads her legs a little more, and at the same time pushes herself down onto your face and mouth a little more.

You grin, and keep licking, then switch to sucking her clit. She bites her lip even harder to keep the moans inside, and presses down even more. You decide to put one finger in her, just to torment her a little more. She's so wet and ready, she barely feels it, so you decide to try two, and then three fingers. She feels that and groans. Then you decides on using all four fingers, you curves them inward toward your palm, and puss them into her. She jerks at the feeling. You grins some more and start spreading your fingers apart, and puling them out, then curving them and putting them back, and spreading and pulling them out. Once, twice, and the third time, she comes explosively. Her knees buckle, and you quickly grab her waist to help hold her upright.

You hold her until her legs stop shaking and start working again. Then you let go. You come out from under her skirt, stans up beside her, and asks, "Are you okay?"

Still breathing hard, and not quite able to talk just yet, she nods yes.

You reach out and touch her face, running the back of your hand over her cheek, and she leans into it. Finally her breathing goes back to normal, and she looks at you and says, "If you ever do that again....well let's just say that payback can be miserable."

You snicker, and kiss her yet again. Then you take your handkerchief out of your pocket, and wipes your face off. You lean in to kiss her again, when an older lady approaches and says, "That's enough of that young man! Miss, I've been looking for that new book by Robin Schone, do you have it?"

"Do you mean Enthralled?"

"Yes, do you have it?"

"I'm sorry, not yet, I'm waiting for it myself. I should be getting it later this week though. If you like I can reserve a copy for you, and give you a call when it comes in."

"That would be nice dearie, thank you."

"I just need your name and phone number."

"I'm Mrs. Helene Hooper, and my phone number is 555-6756."

"Okay, as soon as the shipment gets here, I'll give you a call. Thank you for shopping at The Robin's Retreat."

The lady turns away from the counter, pauses, then turns back and with a twinkle in her eye says, "Carry on young man," then she leaves the store.

She turns and looks at you and says, "If she'd showed up five minutes ago ... "

Well she didn't, so don't worry about it."

"Don't worry .... " she splutters.

"Besides she could have shown up in the next ten."

"The NEXT ten .... what ... " she turns at the soud of a zipper being pulled.

You touch her and place her back into the position she just came out of. Reaching down, you pull her skirt up over her hips. You step up behind her, and reach down, freeing yourself from your pants. You leans back slightly, and push into her.

She starts to say, "You're nuts, you know that .... what if I get another customer?"

She stops talking when you reach around her and take a breast in each hand, and start kneading it. You work your way down to her nipples, but it's not enough, so you let go, and reach under her shirt, unhook her bra, and then resume playing with her breasts.

"Remember, you can't make a sound."

You knead each breast, pulling it, rubbing it, working your way to the nipples, and at the same you're pushing your nine inches in and pulling it back out, harder and faster than the time before. By this time, you're so hot you don't know if you can make her come again before you do or not. So you start pinching her nipples, pulling on them, and slamming yourself home harder and harder. Then you feel the trembling of her cunt as she starts to climax again. You push harder and come yourself, biting her on the back of the neck to stifle your shout.

After you come, you slowly pull out, wipe both yourself and her off, and tuck your cock back into your pants, and zip the zipper. By this time she feels like she's been run over by a truck, and she's glad she closes the store in an hour or so. You hold her until she's calm again, and then say, "I'll look around until it's time to leave."

She nods, and watches you walk down the ailse. All the while thinking, "You just wait, you're going to get it and good!"

Closing time finally comes, she locks up, and you both leave. You walk toward the parking garage about a block away, chatting about nothing in particular. Just as you come abreast of the only abandoned building on the block, she stops. You turn to look at her, she grabs your wrist, and pulls you into the doorway.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

She doesn't answer, but pulls you a little deeper into the shadows.

You start again to ask, "What ar...," when she gives you a shove that makes you stumble up against what, if the door had been in place, would be the door frame. "All right, now, what the hell is going on?" you roar.

She looks at you, smiles, and says, "Payback."

"Payback, payback for what?"

"For doing me in the store while I had customers."

"But you enjoyed that." You say, but even as you say it, you're starting to like the idea, because you're starting to get hard.

"Yeah, but that's not the point. The point is that we might have been seen by a customer. So we'll see how you like it. After all, you're still in uniform, what if someone sees you?" And she reaches for your zipper, pulls it down, reaches inside your pants, and pulls out your rapidly hardening cock. "Well, I can see how he likes it already."

Whereby, she drops to her knees, takes your cock in her hands, runs her fingers up and down it a little, then places your staff on her mouth.

You close your eyes at the feeling, the warmth, the pressure, letting your head fall back against the wall. She's licking it from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head, when you feel a hand cup your balls, and start weighing them, massaging them, you spread your legs a bit more to better enjoy the sensation. You groan, "Oh, yeah, like that." And put your hands on her head, working your fingers into her hair, massaging her head, while she continues to lick and suck you. Then you notice a little difference in the way she's doing it. She seems to be flicking her tongue along the ridge on the under-side of your penis. The feeling is different somehow, more intense, more pleasurable, if that's possible, and you start thrusting in and pulling out. You feel yourself start to come, she notices, can't help to actually, and deep throats you. You come like crazy down her throat. Your knees are the ones that are weak this time.

Breathing heavily, you look at her and say, "If that's payback, feel free to do so at any time."

She stands up, runs her tongue over her lips, looks at you and smiles, and shakes her head, then says, "Somehow, that didn't work out quite like I had planned."

"If you want to pratice more, be my guest!" You reply, half hoping she'll take you up on it, because you can't move quite yet.

"Let's get going. It's getting colder out here. And for pete's sake, zip up. I can just see the headlines now -

You grin, stuff yourself back into your pants, wrap your arm around her shoulders, and start walking to the garage again, planning your own little payback.

As you reach the red 'vette, you slant your mouth across hers, pressing tentatively at first, the harder. Her tongue is demanding access to your mouth, even as she moves closer to you, pressing her breasts to your chest, and her groin to yours.

Pushing her up against the side of the car, you tilt her head with one hand as you slide the other slowly down her body. She leans closer, putting her arms around your neck, drawing you nearer, and coaxing your tongue into her mouth.

Whimpering deep in her throat, she rubs against you, pleased to feel your erection, and tilting her hips forward, she squirms against you.

Threading your fingers through her hair, you kiss her even more thoroughly, going even deeper into her mouth. Your breath is coming in rapid, gasping breaths, still it wasn't enough. She grabs the back of your shirt, and tugs it free of your pants, then pushes her hands under the material to touch your hot skin.

She feels your fingers graze the front of her now sopping panties. She nearly collapses against you as a long hard shudder comes over her, even as she moves her hips against your probing fingers. You groan then and slide your fingers inside the edge of her panties.

You're harder than steel, your pulse feeling like an overworked train, as you shrug out of your coat and shirt, your hat flying somewhere. Her hand skims down over your stomach, causing you to catch your breath. She reaches for your belt, and her fingers rub against your stomach again as she unbuckles it. The she reaches for the button and zipper. Her knuckles graze over skin as she slowly pulls the zipper down.

Breathing deeply, you groan as she slides her hands inside your pants, pushing them down, freeing you, and wrapping her fingers around your throbbing shaft.

Pushing her skirt slowly upward, you pick her up, she responds by wrapping her legs around your waist, and gently, you place her on the Corvette's hood. You lean back slightly, pulling your mouth from hers. "Let's get this off." You say tugging at her coat and shirt. She helps you get her arms loose, then slips her shirt over her head, and unhooks her bra.

As her breasts are exposed to the chilly air, they pebble even more. They tighten, hurting in a pleasurable way. You groan again, shifting your attention to her breasts. You take one firm nipple into your mouth and suck, while rubbing your hand over the other taut peak.

As an ache begins between her legs, her muscles clench unexpectedly, and she closes her eyes. "Good grief," she thinks hazily, "right now all I want is him inside me, no more foreplay, nothing else, just him deep inside, filling me."

As though you hear her, you grasp her hips, and pull her down on the hood alittle, so you can place her heels on the hood of the car. This way her legs are supported, yet with you between them they're still spread apart, and her bottom is tipped up just a little.

With her moans coaxing you on, you use only your thumbs to part her lips, and slowly bend forward to fasten your lips around her sensitive clit. She cries out, and arches her back, pushing up from her heels, pressing herself against your mouth. You wash her with your tongue, loving the sound of the gasps and moans.

She runs her hands through your hair, moving restlessly, both begging you to stop, and pleading with you not to.

This time you use your fingers to spread her even further apart. Running your mouth along the length of the opening. Licking, nipping, tasting her. You could tell her time was almost here, as she gasps again, and arches her back even more. You remove your fingers and reach for your nightstick, and fastens your teeth on her clit once again, and bites' gently. As she starts to come she bucks uncontrollably, and you lift your head, as you push the nightstick into her.

She opens her eyes and looks at you through her tangeld mass of hair, her lips parting, but no sound emerges. You'd never wanted someone so much in your life. You grasp the nightstick, and start to move it in and out, and around and around. Faster and faster, and she climaxes again.

You can't wait any longer. You pull out the nightstick, drops it, push your pants lower, and steps closer. She reaches for your cock, grips it painfully, and helps you shove it in her. As she surrounds you penis, you throw your head back, gulping for air. She rocks against you, wrapping her legs tightly around your waist, pulling you deeper into her.

You lose all sense of time and place as you plow into her. Soon you hear her cry out your name as she comes for theYourird time. His muscles jerk and lock, you hips drive forward, your cock reaching previously unreached territory, as you come violently inside her.

You stay joined like that for a few minutes until your breathing finally calms. You find the strength to reach back, unlock her legs, and step back, placing her legs on the car again. You then turn and lean on the hood beside her.

"God!" you mutters.

"Yeah!"

"What do you say, we get out of here?"

You get up gingerly, find your clothes, get dressed and leave.

You're told to report to the captain's office after roll call.

You knock on the door.

"Enter."

"You wanted to see me sir?" You ask.

The captain looks up from the paperwork on his desk, points to the televsion set in the corner and barks, "Watch." He picks up the remote and turns on both the tv and the vcr.

You are watching two people, a man and a woman, enter a parking garage, and head toward the camera. The angle changes as they reach a car. They stop and kiss, leaning up against the side for awhile. And you start to get a sick feeling in your stomach.

You dart a quick glance toward the captain, and he's watching you. You look back at the screen, and sure enough, there goes her coat, shirt, and she's reaching for her bra.

"Oh God." You groan turning red.

"Now suppose you tell me Officer, just what do you think I should do with this evidence?"

You stick you finger under your suddenly tight collar, gulp and figuring you have nothing to lose, say, "Let me have it sir, and forget you ever saw it. Please!" Without much hope.

"I like to see my offers in action, however, not like this. I suggest that the next time you feel so inclined, you make sure there are no survellience cameras around. Understood?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good, you're dismssed."

"Thank you sir." You start to turn and then turn back, "Uh, sir, the tape?"

"Get it, I don't want to see it again, once was enough!"

"Sir, do you know who might have all seen this?"

"Since it was Vice who made it, probably the whole damned precinct!"

"Great," you mutter, thinking of the razzing you're about to get, not to mention what she's going to say.

You get the tape, and start toward the door.

"Oh, and..."

You turn back, this time the captain's sitting back in his chair, grinning at you, "When you come to dinner tomorrow night. Bring her along, your mother and I would like to meet her."

The End