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Uniformly Clete 2/2 (mf)
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UNIFORMLY CLETE
Part Two
By: Charlie Metcalf
It was a quarter to one in the morning when Becky heard
the knock at her door. She rushed to the door and opened
it. There was Clete. Clete had showered at the Police
Station after the end of his shift. He had left the Porsche
in the employee parking lot. With the city's video
surveillance equipment monitoring the lot, his car would
be safer there. Clete had walked to her cottage.
"Glad to see you." She said with a smile.
"I couldn't wait to get back here." He replied.
She invited him to sit down on the sofa. As he did he
noticed that the springs on this sofa were seriously worn.
The touch of the upholstery felt tattered and lacked for
cleaning. He understood the age of the furniture, because
college students don't have much money, but was a bit
put-off by the dirt factor. But he wasn't going to
complain because he was glad to be spending time with
Becky, and sitting down felt extremely good after working
so many hours.
Becky left him on the sofa and went to the kitchen.
Playfully she said, "Clete, I've got something here you're
really going to like." She opened the refrigerator and
took out two beers.
The fun tone of her voice was the only thing that enabled
Clete to overcome his fatigue. After a few seconds of
silence, Clete said, "Bring it on."
She brought out the beers. She handed one to Clete.
"Nothing like a cold one after a long hot summer
night in this town." Clete struggled to say in appreciation
of the beer. He was just now realizing how fatigued he
was.
Becky opened her beers and they each took a sip. She put
down her beer and returned to the kitchen. The layout
was such that he couldn't see her in the kitchen. Becky
slipped off the sweat pants and the T shirt. Clete was
unaware that he had been correct in his earlier guess that
she hadn't been wearing any undergarments. Her plan was
to approach him nude, and to start another round of fun
with Clete.
"Clete, I've got something else you're really going
to like." Becky said in the same playful voice.
Becky didn't notice that Clete didn't answer, because she
began to be filled with self-doubts. She was self-
conscious about her height. She had fleeting thoughts that
she was too fat (while in fact she was quite thin). Then
she went on to being insecure about her hair, and wishing
her feminine features were more pronounced. She
thought about Clete, who was sitting on her beat-up sofa
wearing a brand new looking golf shirt, new looking
shorts, new running shoes, and the whitest socks she had
ever seen. "Does this guy always look this sharp?" she
asked herself. She wanted to work up the courage to
approach him nude and start off some passion. Oh, but
the fear!!! The insecurity!!!! What was this? She had
never ever lost her self-confidence like this before.
Quickly she slipped her clothes back on.
She stepped out of the kitchen and saw Clete. The
previous night's overtime shift combined with all day in
court and tonight's regular shift had finally taken their toll
on the urban street hero. He was asleep on her couch.
Becky felt disappointment, but understood that Clete had
shown signs of extreme fatigue when she saw him at the
deli 9 1/2 hours earlier. Her sense of mercy prevailed and
she didn't awaken her slumbering civil servant. She felt
amazement about her sudden self-doubts. "Thank God
this lack of confidence hadn't happened with my previous
boyfriends", she thought to herself. But above all she felt
disappointment because she had betrayed her own plan
through self-doubt. She laid her clothes across the
sleeping policeman's legs. She watched him sleep, as she
finished her beer, then walked to bed nude.
She climbed into bed and could only think of Clete. She
began to caress the curves of her body while thinking of
him. Her breasts, her waist, her thighs, her clit. Clete was
totally on her mind as she impatiently brought pleasure to
herself. In spite of the loudness of her moaning, Clete
slept through the sounds of her delight.
Clete woke up at 10:55 A.M. He looked down and saw
Becky's sweats lying across his legs. Immediately he got
up and started looking for her. He hoped to find her, and
hoped she hadn't yet put on anything else. He went into
the bedroom, expecting to find her in bed. She was gone.
There was a note. It directed him to drive to a location
many miles out of town, and told him he didn't need to
bring anything special with him. Clete knew where the
turn-off from the highway was, but had never driven down
the particular back road Becky was requesting he take.
Clete went into Becky's kitchen in hopes she had left some
coffee on for him. He felt disappointed when he saw she
didn't even have a coffee maker. He thought he would
have a couple pieces of fruit for breakfast then be on his
way. He looked and saw she had no fruit at all. Not
wanting the junk food breakfast foods she had around,
Clete got dressed and made for the door.
He walked to the employee parking lot and started the
Porsche. A quick stop at the B Street deli yielded him
everything he needed: an apple, a banana, a pear, a box of
condoms, and a large coffee to go.
Clete followed the directions Becky had left him. He
drove about 30 miles out of town on the freeway, then
turned onto a two-lane rural road. From there he turned
onto a one-lane dirt road, the last place he wanted to take
his dear Porsche. But our Clete was a man on a mission
and nothing was going to stop him now. Three miles up
the dirt road he found the turn-out just as Becky had said
it would be. The only car parked there was the same
rusted-out Toyota he had seen in Becky's driveway.
Clete started down the narrow dirt path away from the
road. He walked through fields that had few trees.
Across the fields he started uphill and into some trees.
When he came to a ridge he could see Becky about 200
yards away. She had an easel set up and was painting a
picture of the pond in the little valley below her. She was
wearing a white French Cut T, and white denim shorts.
The white clothing showed off her dark tan to advantage.
She hadn't seen him yet.
Clete determined to use some of his old training from
years ago to sneak-up and surprise Becky. He managed
to leave the trail and avoid the poison oak while finding a
position behind Becky. The last 20 feet were the hardest.
There were some dry leaves on the ground. One false
step and she would know he was there. It seemed to take
him 15 minutes to make it through the last 20 feet. Then
he waited until her brush was away from the canvas. He
reached with both hands and put them on her waist, right
above the hips. He was just beginning to enjoy the
moment, her startle, the delight of her slender waist, the
pronounced curve of her hips, his success in silently
approaching her when he suddenly felt a super dose of the
excruciating pain every man dreads. He was sure his
testicles were being pulled out through his throat.
As Clete buckled over in pain and fell on the dry leaves he
was sure he had never ever been hit so hard in the balls
before in his entire life. He found himself unable to
breathe.
The pain was so intense that Clete had no idea that Becky
was even speaking to him while he was lying there on the
ground in agony.
After several minutes of pain he began to regain his
hearing before he regained his breath.
"Honestly Clete, I had absolutely no idea that it
was you behind me. It's such
an isolated area that I'm a bit afraid of being
attacked when I come out here
alone. When you startled me I thought you were
a wierdo, so I defended myself",
Even then Clete only heard about 1/3 of what she said.
Becky realized that Clete was out of commission for a bit.
She laid down on the leaves and soft grasses beside him.
She held him and caressed him for about 10 minutes,
enjoying every bit of it. Last night she brought-down this
big man with one blow, and today she brought him down
with a different kind of blow.
As they laid there together, Clete realized that his hand
was on the part of her body where the curve of her slender
hips juts out from her even more slender waist. Clete
enjoyed the feeling of just resting his hand there.
Gradually he moved his hand around to the rear and felt
the curve of her ass. . . . . .A clear sign that our urban
street hero was recovering from the intense pain of his
unexpected cup check. She sat up and spoke to him,
"I'm truly sorry.", she said.
"No apology needed. I was out of line." he
answered.
Becky reached for the lower seam of her t shirt and pulled
it over her head confidently. Clete looked at her petite
breasts and took delight in their contour. He quickly and
nervously looked around, then realized they were quite
alone. He leaned over and kissed Becky as he put his
arms around her. How deeply he enjoyed the feel of her
slender shape. He kissed one breast while fondling the
other one. Clete had no doubt about the tension within
his underwear. While his balls were still sore, Clete knew
that his ability to get it up wasn't impaired the least.
Becky stood up and walked to her easel and stool. She
returned with a blanket and spread it out. Clete scarcely
took notice that the blanket was dirty. Clete unzipped
Becky's shorts. He hooked one thumb in each side of the
shorts and panties and pulled them both to her feet in one
movement. Clete reached around her waist and felt the
toned curve of her youthful butt. This was going to be an
intense delight, Clete thought to himself. It was also
going to be a couple of firsts, because Clete had never
done it outdoors in daylight, and had never had a partner
half his age before.
Clete sat up and pulled off his golf shirt. He slipped off
his shoes and socks. Becky then pulled down his shorts.
"This brand-new underwear is different from the brand-
new underwear he wore last night!" she thought to
herself. Clete reached for a condom as Becky pulled-
down his underwear. She unrolled it onto his cock. She
then put the cock into her mouth.
"Oh no, you're not doing this to me twice." Clete
thought to himself, embarrassed over how quickly she
made him come last night. He let her suck for a minute
because the delight of it was so irresistible, then pulled her
away before he lost the will and ability to, and before she
could score still another victory over him.
He felt that delightful butt again as he rolled her over onto
it. He started kissing her mouth, then started working his
way slowly down her body. He kissed the side of her
neck, her shoulders, and showed absolutely no hurry as he
worked his way Southbound. Becky wasn't going to take
the power this time. It was Clete's.
By the time Clete was kissing her navel, Clete sensed that
Becky was dying for him to go down on her. From the
rising and falling of her pelvis and the arching of Becky's
back, Clete knew she absolutely couldn't wait, but he
could. When he finally put his mouth to her clit, she was
two thirds of the way to the goal line. It took him only a
couple of minutes to bring her to climax. A loud climax.
Becky was trembling and screaming and making so much
noise that Clete was glad they were in the middle of
nowhere. In her cottage, all the neighbors all would have
heard.
Clete was in total control now. He climbed on top and
slipped his dick into her pussy. Unaware of whether it
was from Becky's challenges to his authority, or from the
punch in the nuts, or from the immensely satisfying blow
job last night, Clete felt he had all the staying-power a
man could ever want. He didn't stop when Becky reached
her second orgasm of the day. He just continued right on
with a near-marathon session of old-fashioned missionary
position humping. Moments after her third orgasm,
Clete's his first orgasm of the day exploded.
They laid there for a time, holding each other contentedly.
A gentle breeze blew warm air over their naked
intertwined bodies, a new sensation for Clete. Clete made
a mental note to himself that this was the best he had felt
in years. Never one to relax 100%, Clete became
alarmed. He heard voices. . . . .children's voices. . . .
.three of them. "Oh shit." he thought. The last thing he
needed was to put on a show for the church camp or
whoever happened to be in the woods.
"What's the matter?" asked Becky, noticing Clete
was alarmed.
"Somebody's coming." Clete replied.
"Don't worry. Nobody comes up here on the
bluff. Everybody stays on
the trail below. Besides, as long as we lay down
or sit down, they can't
see us over the shrubs."
After about 10 minutes he saw the people. If he could
hear children talking and laughing 10 minutes before the
people got there, how far away could they have heard
Becky's screaming???, Clete wondered.
The people below turned out to be a man, a woman, and
three children. They spread out their stuff for a picnic at
the edge of the pond. All five of this family went skinny-
dipping then sat down to eat lunch, unaware that they
were being watched from above.
Becky got up, still nude and walked confidently over to
her belongings. The sound of the ice cubes moving
around in her cooler caused the people below to look up.
When they saw Becky they waved at her. She waved
back. Clete wondered if she knew them. Clete was
quite conscious of the people below and wasn't going to
get up with no clothes on. Becky brought back a couple
of sandwiches and 2 beers from her cooler. They each
enjoyed their lunches. From waiting on Clete at the deli,
Becky knew how he liked his sandwiches prepared.
"You have no tan lines", Clete commented.
"You like me that way?", Becky asked.
"You look fantastic." Clete replied. "Where'd you
get it, a tanning salon?"
"Here", she replied.
"Really?" Clete asked.
"I usually sit below by the pond. I bring my school
books and study, then jump in the pond if I get too
warm.", Becky replied.
Clete didn't speak, as he thought over what she had just
said.
Becky asked, "Have to Work tonight?"
"Nope. You?" he replied.
"Off until Friday", she replied.
"Want to go camping in the desert for a couple of
days?", Clete asked.
"Let me contemplate it.", Becky said. She was
totally afraid of the rattle snakes, tarantulas, and other
creatures of the desert.
Some minutes later Becky stood up and put on her T
shirt. Clete sat up as she did. She stood next to Clete
wearing only the T shirt. Her dark triangle was about a
foot from his face, drawing his complete attention when
she said, "Let's go."
"Where?" Clete asked, as he looked up at her
smiling face.
"The desert". Becky replied. She had known all
along her answer would be yes, for she was dying to go
with him and wanted to be with him every minute, and
also wanted to take-back some of the power form Clete.
Clete gathered up his clothing. He tried to hide his dismay
that there was a spot of dirt on his shirt. He must have
thrown it aside in the haste of passion. He hoped it would
launder out. He got dressed and helped Becky carry her
things back the where the cars were.
--end of part two--
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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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