I'm never quite sure why I've often lied about my work, but I have noticed a rather strange look in the eyes of people whom I tell. Men in particular seem to be suspicious of a female Police Officer, although there have been one or two who have discovered that we can be remarkably feminine once the uniform has been discarded.
At thirty-one I guess I could be married -- I have had offers -- but I prefer the single life in this career and I enjoy working with a bunch of men. Before I joined, nine years ago, I had some very enjoyable (& often risky) relationships with men, and since being in the Job, I've met a few men both in and outside work -- although the work dates are a little dangerous.
More recently I have had my first experience of plain clothes work and have spent hours in a car with the same male colleague -- watching, waiting or just available on the radio.
We finished for Christmas on the 23rd and Geoff (my 38 year old car partner) gave me a nice kiss before we went our separate ways -- me to my parents and he to his wife & family. On reflection I suppose the kiss was a little more than platonic and his tongue did feature!!
When we returned to work on January 2nd the conversation in the car was about our time at home and I soon gathered that his Christmas had been centred around his two children rather than his wife. We were parked in a lay-by awaiting orders & maybe I was foolish to ask about his relationship, but he turned to me, put a hand gently on my thigh and smiled.
"Some women have very small sexual appetites, you know"
I felt myself blush and his fingers seemed to burn into my thigh beneath the uniform trousers.
His eyes bored into me and I knew what was going to happen next -- he bent towards me and we shared another kiss. No question of platonic this time -- just plain lustful hunger on his part and pleasant sensations on mine.
"Oh fuck" he said, pulling back & looking at me. "Have I ruined everything?"
My replay sounded a little breathless after the kiss "Did you hear me objecting?"
"Thank goodness" he muttered.
He leant over towards me again and we re-played the kiss as his hand returned to my thigh -- stroking the inside where I am very sensitive and causing me to wriggle lower in the seat.
It seemed so natural -- and so irresponsible -- to reach over and feel whether he was aroused.
