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Uniformly Clete 1/2 (mf)
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male-female consentual encounter story.
Author's note: Here is my second article of fiction. Hope
you like it. All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance
to real people is coincidental.
UNIFORMLY CLETE
By: Charlie Metcalf
Clete decided to stop for a sandwich. It was 7:30 in the
evening and he had been hungry for an hour. The
downtown area was suffering from urban decay, but there
were several delicatessens Clete liked in the area. The one
on B street always seemed to make outstanding
sandwiches so Clete pulled in there.
Inside the rock music was blasting from the stereo. There
was only one other customer in the whole place. There
were two college age girls looking quite bored behind the
counter, and a guy at the end making sandwiches..
Clete looked sharp. He was wearing a brand new
uniform. He always had his uniforms tailored so they
looked just right. Although a month shy of his 41'st
birthday, Clete's hair was still thick and dark. His body
showed just a hint of a belly, but otherwise he looked very
fit. With yesterday's haircut and today's shoe shine, Clete
looked sharp.
Clete looked at the two girls at the counter. The taller of
the two was an absolute attention-grabber. She had thick
dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a tight T shirt that showed
off her flat abdomen and breasts which were noteworthy
for size, shape and firmness (Clete loved to categorize his
thoughts). In fact Clete focused so much on her, that he
didn't even notice the other girl.
He ordered his sandwich and a cup of coffee. While
waiting he struck up a conversation with the girls. They
seemed quite friendly and a bit taken by his appearance.
Clete focused his attention on the taller one, almost
ignoring the other (a move he would later regret). Clete
fantasized in his mind what it would be like to hold her in
his arms, to feel her waist, her hips, her smooth skin, and
her firm full breasts. In his mind he featured her open
response to his masculine touch. He admired her beauty
and her youth. The mental picture was growing into a
full-blown X-rated fantasy when he was startled by the
radio on his belt squawked, "7 Adam 23, 25, 27 and 29
you are all clear for Code-7". Clete said, "7 Adam 29, 10-
4" into the radio. He then told the girls it was time for
him to go eat. He paid for his food, then drove away in
his black-and-white to go enjoy his meal.
Clete returned to the deli several times in the next month.
Each time he hoped the taller one would wait on him. He
learned her name was Marianne. As he spoke with
Marianne he realized she was extremely immature. He
decided not to ask her out, even though her appearance
was outstanding. He was twice her age and their worlds
were too far apart. It was clear from the look on
Marianne's eye that she was just waiting for Clete to ask
her out. Clete's trips to the deli became less frequent,
after he gave up on Marianne without even one date.
One night Clete had to work overtime. Several of the
guys on the late night shift had called-in sick with the flu.
Clete made a stop at the deli at 11 P.M. for a cup of
coffee to carry him through the late hours. Marianne
wasn't there, but the other girl was. She told him
Marianne had quit, dropped-out of college and moved
away.
Clete realized he had never known her name. They spoke
briefly while he got his coffee. He asked her name. She
said it was Becky. Becky had thick, curly dark brown hair
and green eyes. She was about 5'1", and thin build,
bordering on too-thin. Clete guessed she weighed 90 lbs.
She had small breasts and a nicely curved butt, shown off
by her jeans. Clete hadn't even given her a thought while
noticing Marianne. Now he looked and decided her
appearance was so-so. At 6'3, he felt he was too tall, etc.,
etc.
A couple weeks later Clete was on patrol when he
received a call of a disturbance at the B Street Deli.
Dispatch assigned the call to 7 Adam 29, Clete.
Clete liked working downtown, even though the area had
lots of problems. It certainly wasn't the kind of area
where most people would want to live.
Clete arrived before the back-up officer. He went inside
and saw that a crazed looking man was knocking things
down, screaming nonsense, and creating quite a mess.
Clete had a lot of experience talking to crazies, and felt
real confident about this one. Clete spoke with the man
for about 10 minutes. Clete was able to persuade the man
to surrender, and to get into the black-and-white for the
ride to the mental health hospital. Clete was able to do it
all without any struggle. Clete didn't even notice Becky
was watching him intently during the whole episode.
After Clete had the man secured in the patrol car, he
returned inside and asked who had phoned for the police.
Becky said she was the one. Clete welcomed the chance
to speak with her. He enjoyed taking her statement but
found himself asking irrelevant questions, just to prolong
the conversation with her. After concluding the interview
of Becky, he took the man to the hospital.
Later that night Clete was driving past a coffee house. It
was a place frequented by young people. Clete didn't go
in there because he felt too old, and besides he didn't
understand all the varied flavor drinks they served. To
Clete all that mattered was "black coffee". As Clete drove
by he saw a number of people outside. In that group he
saw Becky. He also saw a man he had arrested several
times. This was the kind of guy who hated anybody
wearing a dark blue uniform. Clete couldn't resist the
temptation. He stopped to talk to Becky. That way this
man couldn't help but seeing the smiles and friendly
conversation. Clete fancied this as a real feather in his cap
because he got to speak with Becky and do a bit of one-
upsmanship with his former arrestee.
Becky told Clete she was going to college to become a
psychologist. She was fascinated by the way he had
spoken to the crazy man in the deli earlier. Clete and
Becky talked about ways of conversing with disturbed
persons. Then, just as Clete was enjoying the
conversation and thinking it could develop into something,
7 Adam 29 received a radio call and had to leave.
Two days later Clete came to work absolutely wiped-out.
He had worked overtime the night before, then gotten up
early and spent the whole day in court. Now he felt like
going to bed, but still had to work his swing shift. He
parked his shiny Porsche at the employee lot at the
station. He then walked over to B Street to get a large
coffee. When he came out of the deli, Becky was leaving,
too. It was payday and she had stopped in to get her
check.
"Clete, You looked wiped--out", she said.
"I am." was about the best reply he could offer.
"Just get off from work?" she asked.
"I start in 20 minutes", he answered. "In fact I've got
to walk up to the station now."
"I live just two blocks past the station," Becky said.
"You're welcome to walk with me". Clete offered,
suddenly realizing how much he was hoping she would
accept the offer. He was pleased when she accepted his
offer. Clete was amazed that she lived in this part of
town. "Why would anybody this bright live here?" he
thought to himself.
As they walked, she talked about her college classes. He
was too tired to listen, but pretended to pay attention.
Then Becky grabbed his attention by saying,
"How about if I make dinner for you tonight?"
Clete said he would love that, but he could never be sure
when he would get his meal break. Becky said she would
wait up so he could drop by whenever he got the break.
At 7:30 it was past time for him to eat. The dispatcher
wouldn't clear him to eat because there were only 4 cars
available for calls in that sector. All Clete could think
about was getting that meal break, and getting to Becky's
place.
By 8 P.M. there were 7 cars in the sector but they were
getting radio calls, so he couldn't stop to eat. Clete could
have cared less about going to calls and serving the public.
His mind was on Becky 100%.
Finally at 8:45 the city quieted down a bit and 7 Adam 29
was clear for code-7. Clete drove towards the address
Becky had given. He parked in front of a run down house
that looked about 75 years old. He parked in front and
walked up the driveway to the in-law type cottage behind.
He was really thinking with his hormones, because better
judgment wouldn't have allowed him to leave his police
car unattended in a neighborhood like this where it would
be subject to vandalism.
As Clete walked up the way he remembered the shorts
Becky had been wearing when they walked from the deli
earlier. She truly had a great butt. He also thought of the
tight fitting French-cut T shirt that showed her petite
features to advantage.
Clete thought nothing of it when his highly polished boots
walked across the sagging deck boards to Becky's front
door. As he knocked on her door, some of the paint
peeled off and flaked away.
When Becky answered he felt nothing but disappointment.
The shorts and T had been replaced by tattered sweat
pants and an oversized T shirt in need of laundering.
Unlike Clete's neatly appointed condo, this place was
furnished in Salvation Army style. Clete was sure she
hadn't paid over $200 to decorate the entire place.
She welcomed him in and sat him down at the table. She
served a pasta dinner which Clete considered somewhat
above average, but definitely not great. They talked
during the dinner of their common desires to help people.
Clete liked the dinner, but enjoyed Becky's company even
more than the food. As she turned around when clearing
the table Clete noticed a substantial hole in the rear of her
sweat pants. "No underwear", he said to himself. "Maybe
this won't be so bad."
Clete admired Becky's self-sufficiency. She had her own
meager home, and was paying for college on her salary
from the part-time job at the deli. Not bad. Also, as they
spoke, Clete noticed Becky seemed to have an unusually
high level of social insight for a person half his age.
After dinner, Becky said,
"It's time for desert. want some?"
Clete looked at his watch. There were only 8 minutes left
of his half hour lunch break. Damnit!!!! How could the
precious minutes slip away so quickly? No way was he
ready to leave. Could he stretch it beyond the 30 minutes
without the Sergeant finding out???? No, he couldn't
push it. This was the same sergeant who covered for
Clete four times last month when Clete was late for work
because his Porsche wouldn't start. He owed the
Sergeant. He had to get back on the street on-time.
"What's for desert?" Clete asked.
"You." Becky said.
Becky leaned over and kissed Clete. She started running
her hands over Clete's legs. When her hand passed over
his balls a few times he gave-in. He undid his gun belt and
dropped it to the floor. She unzipped his pants and pulled
them down.
Becky stoked Clete's cock from outside the underwear a
few times. That's something that always made Clete rock
hard. Next she pulled down his underwear and kissed the
side of his temporary stiffness gently once as she gently
stroked his balls.. She held up a condom and said, "safety
first, officer". She opened the wrapper and slipped the
condom onto his shaft.
Clete was in stress. He knew he had to be back out on the
street in four to six minutes or so, but he was as horny as
could be. He wanted her so much he could die for her.
Becky sensed delight that she had him in a pickle. Here
was this big, strong, powerful street cop and for at least
the moment, she held the power. She began a process of
tickling his balls while sucking on his dick. She continued
to such while running her hands all over his legs, balls and
ass. Clete's mind raced a mile a minute, between Becky's
beauty, the wonderful sensations he was feeling, her
youthfulness, enthusiastic sucking, and his fleeting lunch
break, and his supervisor. Becky had all the right moves,
and she won out. Clete shot a healthy wad into the
condom.
Just as Clete's orgasm subsided he heard the sound of the
radio, "7 Adam 29, what is your status?" Clete hurriedly
answered and got dressed. Becky took some amusement
at Clete's predicament. He knew it was tasteless to run
out the door 90 seconds after a fuck, but he had no
choice.. Still he wanted more. He realized he hadn't
even gotten started before he was done. He wanted to
hold Becky in his arms. Hell, he hadn't even seen her
naked, hadn't felt her breasts, and what about that
gorgeous ass? Clete wanted more, much more. Leaving
was tearing him up inside. Clete kissed Becky and
excused himself. As he approached the door, Becky said,
"Clete, what time does your shift end?"
"Midnight, if there's no overtime", said Clete.
"Ever hear the Motel 6 ad?" asked Becky.
"Sure, what of it?" asked Clete, puzzled.
"I'll leave the light on for you," said Becky with a
knowing smile on her face.
(End of part one.)
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* Charlie Metcalf *
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We went into a costume shop to get Halloween supplies.
My son picked up a large rubber knife. He held it in his hand and admired
it. He then walked up to the clerk and asked if they had any OJ masks!!!
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