It was a routine transfer run, so there was little clean-up to do before returning to the station house. He sat in the chair at the head of the patient cot, his partner took advantage of the twenty minute return trip to lay on the unmade cot and relax. He looked at her lithe body stretched out in front of him, and thoughts of having sex with her filled his mind again. They were partners on and off during their shifts, and he had long imagined what she would be like. Her small frame was well formed. Tiny breasts over a trim waist, a gentle swell at her belly, and legs that went out of sight. Long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, although sometimes, she would let him braid it for her. He cleared his mind and went back to some paperwork after the run.
In the dimly lit cabin, he felt a hand rest on his leg, right near the bulge in his pants. He moved a bit, and the hand rested right on his growing erection. He looked down into his partners eyes, and she smiled and whispered "Yes". No time was wasted as he bent forward and started to unbutton her uniform blouse. Her fingers worked just as quickly on his shirt, and their chests were naked in seconds. "I always did wonder if you wore a bra." he said as he looked at her small A-cup breasts. She smiled softly "Not tonight." she whispered. The areola were small, but the nipples were thick and dark, stiff from the cool air and her arousal.
He licked both in turn, and moved to remove her belt and pants. She shed them as soon as he got them loose. He got up from the chair, and moved to the foot of the cot, where he let his pants slide to his ankles. She had spread her thighs and put her feet on the floor, giving him a perfect view of her trimmed kitty hair. A small patch of fur did nothing to obstruct the sight of her swollen vulva and the slick river of nectar that dripped down the cleft.
