The midnight shift from hell was almost over. Eight hours ago, the sergeant handed me a set of keys for my police cruiser and I was off, into the night to protect and serve. My partner on this shift was my old friend Rick Flashington, or Flash as everyone called him. We rode in separate cars but we were both sent on every call. This particular shift was a busy one for Flash and me. Between us we had a couple of auto accidents, a drunk driver arrest, a recovered stolen car and a vehicle that had run out of gas in the left lane of the state highway. All that took place before 4:00 am and when were finally finished, I met Flash at the diner for breakfast.
Flash is one of those very fortunate guys who never seems to age. He looked exactly the same to me as the night we were both sworn in thirteen years earlier. He was nearly forty but Flash looked 23. He was six feet tall and weighed about 170 pounds. He had blue eyes, sandy colored hair, a ready smile and had a definite way with the ladies, though I always thought his lines were among the lamest I had ever heard. Nevertheless, Flash never wanted for female companionship.
I ordered an omelet; Flash chose the pancakes. While we were waiting for our order to arrive, we made small talk. After work, I planned to take a ride out into the country to check out an enormous piece of property that an old friend was about to develop. It was in an area of the state that business and industry had discovered recently as corporate friendly, attracting a dozen or so major corporations, who built major facilities in the area. The problem that was created was one of housing. Thousands of new corporate employees’ jobs were moving into an area that had almost no affordable housing for them. My friend, Jack Winker, was the head of a development company that intended to cure that problem for the corporate employees. His firm owned thousands of acres of property that would become a city unto itself within ten years, if Jack had his way. Jack asked me to join the sales staff and sell condos, town homes and single family dwellings for him. I was certainly interested as there was the opportunity to triple my income. My intention was to go to the site and do a little preliminary checking of the area.
I mentioned my plans to Flash and asked him if he’d like to take a ride with me. I didn’t expect to be gone more than a couple of hours. The property was in the north end of the county, perhaps twenty minutes away. Flash said he had a date but he would bring her along. We agreed to meet a half hour after shift change in the police department parking lot. I had no idea who Flash’s “date” was and didn’t ask. He always had something going. We finished our breakfast and ordered a couple of coffees to go. The rest of the shift was pretty uneventful, considering the pace at the beginning. I had one more minor auto accident to investigate, but that was it. I met Flash at the gas pump and reaffirmed the plan to meet in a half hour behind headquarters.
I changed into jeans and a madras sport shirt in the locker room. I wore my off-duty weapon in an ankle holster so I didn’t have to wear a jacket all the time to conceal it. But, it was early on a spring day, so I wore a light weight jacket as I left the building. I had a half hour to kill, so I decided I would take a ride down to the Pantry, a favored local deli, and have another cup of coffee before returning to meet Flash. The Pantry was usually mobbed at lunch time, but at this time of day, there were only a few customers. I always went in the back door, directly into the kitchen, where there was a flurry of activity in preparation for the day’s activity. Even though it was Sunday, the Pantry would likely do a land-office business.
I had been patronizing the Pantry for many years. The food was good and the prices reasonable. The owners and staff were always very pleasant and happy to have the business of the local cops. One of them in particular always interested me. Her name was Carla. She was in her mid-30’s, never married and appeared to be devoted to her kitchen job at the Pantry. Carla was the tidiest person I ever knew. She would wear a wool tweed business suit to work in the kitchen and never spilled a drop of anything on herself. I would see her mixing gallons of macaroni salad with her hands and she never wound up wearing a drop of it. Carla was as sweet a person as one could imagine. She was trim and shapely, though not blessed with a beautiful face. Nevertheless, she was always smiling and friendly. On this particular Sunday morning, she was off and I figured she was home doing the crossword puzzle in the New York Times. I drank my coffee, ate a jelly donut and discussed sports with the owner’s son, Benny, until it was time to meet Flash.
I pulled into a parking place and waited about five minutes until I saw Flash pulling into the lot. I could see that he had somebody with him, but couldn’t recognize her from a distance. To my great surprise, when he pulled his car into the spot next to mine, I realized that Flash’s date was Carla from the Pantry! Flash was always full of surprises.
I had always known Carla to be Miss Prim and Proper, whereas Flash was a horn dog of the first order. Something did not compute. Anyway, we piled into my car and headed down the road. Flash and Carla sat in the back seat, leaving the front passenger seat empty. Flash had his arm around her as we drove the fourteen miles to the site. Carla sat there beaming.
“So, how long have you two been seeing each other?”
“A couple of months now,” Flash answered. “But, we’ve been discrete about it.”
“I’ll say, I had no clue.”
Flash shocked me when he said, “Carla sure does make my dick hard. She knows how to take care of a man.”
Carla blushed and pretended to swat Flash with her purse. “Flash, don’t go telling all our secrets.”
“Well, baby, you know it’s true. My cock is hard right now and it sure wasn’t Curt who made it that way.”
“I guess the secret is out now. Curt, you are sworn to secrecy about anything you may see or hear today,” Carla implored.
“Your secret is safe with me, Carla.”
I continued to drive over the hilly roads that would take us where we were going. I heard Flash and Carla laughing and giggling in the back seat like a couple of teenagers on a first date. From what I could hear, Flash was trying to talk Carla into taking his cock out and giving him a handjob as we drove. Carla resisted, but the tone in her voice suggested she was actually putting up little resistance. The issue did not appear to be whether his cock was coming out, but, rather, who was going to take it out. As I watched in the rearview mirror, I saw Flash undo his belt and unzip his pants. Then, he reached in and pulled out his stiff cock, which Carla immediately took in her hand. She noticed me watching in the mirror.
“Curt, no fair peaking!”, she admonished me. But, I simply could not stop watching as she stroked his cock expertly. Flash had leaned back in the seat almost diagonally to the configuration of the seat. He closed his eyes after winking at me, relaxed and let Carla pleasure his rather massive cock. She pulled his trousers down to his knees to gain access to his balls, which she teased lightly with her left hand as she stroked his cock with her right.
