The Well-Adjusted And Beautiful Police Lady In Love With Sex, Spanking, And Switching. - Sex Stories

The Well-Adjusted And Beautiful Police Lady In Love With Sex, Spanking, And Switching.

... eased herself carefully down onto the cushion.

“John,” she said, “That hot flannel has helped, The sensation is less.”

At her choice, we went to a small local restaurant and had lobster soup each with a couple of bread rolls - only a light meal, but sufficient and tasty.

Finally, we went to a “theme” bar and listened to the band whilst I drank a beer and Nancy sipped at a Tom Collins. We returned to her apartment and fell into each other’s arms.

Nancy said, “No spanking tonight. I have to recover. Also, I’m a little sore inside after yesterday because I am out of practice! Would you just go down on me, please?”

“Whatever you want, Nancy, I’m at your disposal. I need to make you feel better, not worse.”

Nancy leaped up, heaved her clothes off, and rushed into the shower. I followed her example. We stood there fondling and kissing each other. Eventually, we separated and dried off. I knelt in front of Nancy, stroked her silky legs, and gave her a bit of the attention that she had been requesting. She shivered with pleasure and dug her nails into my shoulders.

I stopped, (sharp nails are painful), took her hand, and walked her back to the bed. More of the oral attention followed, and I had a very contented Nancy on my hands (and sitting on my face) in a short time. Without a word, she lay down beside me and manually took care of my major problem. A complete lady.

After a long silence, I carefully asked, “You know I am leaving tomorrow?”

Nancy slowly ...

... turned her head and looked at me. “Yes, I know, and I’m going to miss you a lot. Will you be coming back?”

“Yes, probably in a month, but you know, I’m older than you and you will want to settle with a younger guy one day, won’t you?” (I was twenty-two years her senior). Nancy looked thoughtful and chewed on a finger.

“John, you are right, but we can still see each other if you are in town if and until I settle down.”

A little, touching tear appeared in one eye and I felt her catch her breath.

“Of course we can. It’s wonderful for both of us, I think?” She smiled happily, and the cloud passed away. She gave me her e-mail address and asked me to stay in touch.

I flew home and life carried on.

The next time I was back in the US with her, at the end of a wonderful evening, lying in bed in each other’s arms, I said, “You mentioned your father used the cane on you, but you don’t have one here. I’m a little surprised. A thin cane will do less damage than that rather stiff riding crop.”

Nancy replied, “There’s an adult store downtown. I know they have a ‘back room’ where they keep stuff that they think is beyond the local prude tolerance to display in the main part of the store. They sell canes there. Their trading licence comes up for renewal annually and they are very careful not to stray over the boundaries set by the local authority or they might not get it renewed.”

“I dare not even go into the shop because of my job. For the same reason, I don’t want to ...