This story is a continuation of "On the Way to Vegas Chapter 1".
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I had no fear as I followed my police officer down the highway. We took the first exit, went through a light, and pulled into small motel. As the officer got out of his car and got us a room, I had called my friends to tell them that I was tired and was going to stop somewhere for the night. Now, while still tired, I was more curious and eager to explore, and being less than two hours away from Vegas, I could take my time.
I finished with my phone call and moved over to the small exterior office just in time to see the night manager slide a key and a receipt through an opening in the window.
"You're ready to go, sir," he said. "Just sign here." I leaned against him, seeing that him scrawl the name 'Jack Donovan' on the dotted line. We bid the sleepy man a good night and headed down the outside corridor to our room. We were silent the whole way, and it wasn't until we were inside a first floor room and the door was shut behind us, that Officer Jack even looked at me. I was concerned that he was regretting his decision, especially being seen in uniform with a woman at a shady motel. I shouldn't have worried.
Jack pinned me against the door, rubbing the length of his body against me as he kissed me deeply. I could feel something pressing against me; thinking it was his utility belt, I wiggled my hand in between our bodies to unlatch it. It wasn't his belt, though. It was his semi-hard erection, and I marveled that he had recovered so quickly.
Breathing hard, he pulled back, staring down at me with a naughty expression on his face, a finger tracing the outline of my lips.
"I don't think I had the proper time and light to fully examine you. I'm concerned that I wasn't thinking with the right head when I was trying to do my civic duty." My tongue snuck out of my mouth to lick at his finger before I slid away from him, walking to the window to pull the curtain. I made sure to wiggle my hips as I bent towards a table lamp to switch it on. I walked to the other side of the room to turn the floor lamp on as well. Finally, I faced him, smiling.
"I don't want to stand in the way of any search. I know it's best to cooperate with our boys in blue. So, you let me know what I need to do to comply with your...search, Officer Donovan, and I'll do it."
He grinned at me and took a moment to slip his shoes off and drop his keys and hat on the table by the door. He perched on the edge of the bed, and gazed at me, sizing me up.
"First," he said, signaling me to come closer to him, "I need to check you for any weapons."
Once I stood in between his legs, his hands rose to untie my shirt, slowly pulling it open, and sliding it down my arms. I shivered at his dawdling, goose bumps rising along my skin. Officer Jack, I noticed, had piercing blue eyes, eyes that seemed to consume every inch of exposed flesh; it was a thrilling feeling.
Once my shirt was tossed carelessly aside, his fingers hooked into the waistband of my skirt and tugged it down. I let it fall, then kicked it away as well, and stood there, in my skimpy bra and panties. My breath caught as he smoothed his finger on the lace edge of my demi-cup bra ever so delicately. He traced along the edges, along the one side, dipping into my cleavage, then the other. His finger then slithered under the material and under-wire to tease the bottoms of my breasts.
"These are pretty," he murmured as his fingers ran up the thin straps. "I didn't get a chance to really see them earlier."
