I locked up the house and jumped in the front seat next to him, bare feet and all. He talked animatedly as we drove around town, heading vaguely in the direction of the desert mesas a few miles beyond the city limits, his hand idly stroking my leg. I was leaning up against the passenger side door, legs stretched over his lap as I watched him. You have to understand now, my boyfriend is drop dead gorgeous, and seeing that muscular 6’1″ bod in that extremely sexy black police uniform is enough to send me spinning. So I couldn’t help it when I started rubbing his cock gently through his trousers with my foot. He laughed and guided the police cruiser down a little used desert road, stopping about 100 yards from the nearly-empty highway. “You’re feeling excitable tonight,” he murmured, leaning forward to capture my lips with his. “Al I wanted to do was take you for a ride.”
I grinned and slid my arms around his neck, kissing him back and leaning my tits into his arm – a ride was certainly what I had in mind, at that. His car didn’t have a “cage”, so I slid into the back seat, working my shorts off in the process. The vinyl was cold against my ass, but wouldn’t be for much longer as he worked off his gun belt and slid over the seat on top of me. Our tongues entwined, his hand cradling my head as he pulled me closer for a deep hot kiss. My hands traveled down to unzip his trousers – already I could feel the iron-hard length of his cock straining to be free.