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This is a true story from back in the late 1980s when I was a young and enthusiastic Police officer.~~~ ~~~I worked alone in a rural location covering a small village near an American air base and had to deal with all sorts of mundane inquiries that were passed my way.This tale relates to the days when all officers were required to do jobs and inquiries that would now be dealt with by specialist teams.I was sent a firearms inquiry from head office requesting I check on the suitability of a local man who wanted to renew his Shotgun License.When I was next on shift I made this a priority and visited the address on the edge of the village; it was a very isolated bungalow. I knocked on the door and was met by the lady of the house who I will refer to as Jean for this story. Jean mentioned her husband was out and asked that I call back the following morning when he would be at home.Jean was about ten years older than me in her late thirties, she was quite plain, very slim, about 5'3" tall with short dark brown hair, and very shy, or so I thought!I visited the following day as requested and met Brian and went through the application with him. Jean was flitting about and made us coffee. Jean seemed to be taking a great deal of interest in me and I caught her looking me over on more than one occasion, I also checked her out and it was clear she was not Bolu Escort wearing a bra under her tight t-shirt and her nipples seemed very big considering she was not big busted.Once I had completed my paperwork I left and promised to call back when I had a response from head office.Three weeks passed before I returned to Brian's house to give him the results, but once again he was at work. This time Jean invited me in for a drink and as it was a hot day, I gratefully agreed.This time Jean was wearing a pair of very tight shorts and a white vest top again with no bra, the outline of her nipples was visible through the thin material and gave me an instant erection.We sat at the kitchen table talking for ages and because of this Jean had no idea the effect her nipples were having on me as we sat opposite one another but only about three feet apart. When jean got up to refresh our drinks I was able to adjust myself to make myself more comfortable, I am quite well endowed and it is not easy to hide. I finished off the second drink and made arrangements to call back and see Brian the following day.The following day I was back at the bungalow only to find Brian had been called in to work and would be away all day. Today Jean was once again in her shorts, but this time she wore a flimsy bikini top that barely covered her c-cup breasts.I Bolu Escort Bayan was once again invited to share a cold drink with Jean and as it was mid-summer and baking hot I again agreed, only this time we sat in her secluded back garden.Whilst chatting I could not take my eyes off her wonderful body and I am sure I caught a glimpse of her dark brown nipple peeping out from under her loose-fitting bikini. Once again the beast within my trousers stirred and was soon making me very uncomfortable this time I had nowhere to hide.We chatted for a good hour about everything and I found out that Jean was a very lonely woman with few friends and no family. She and Brian had been married twenty years with no children. It was clear that Jean was very shy and frustrated and spent long hours alone, so she was pleased to have me keep her company.After so much drinking I had to use the bathroom and was pleased to be able to re-adjust myself again. After having a pee, I exited the bathroom and found Jean waiting outside the door. Jean looked down at my crotch and asked if she had caused my prediction, I replied that she had and that I needed to go.Before I left, Jean placed her hand on my still semi-hard cock and gave me a little rub and just said, "I am glad someone appreciates me.?I was surprised by her remark as up until now I Escort Bolu thought her shy and demure, this showed me a completely different side to Jean. Jean kissed me on the cheek as I left and promised Brian would be at home the following day.I carried on my duties for the rest of the day and could not get Jean out of my mind. That evening I was all over my wife, we had an amazing session in the bedroom in every position possible with young children in the house.The next day I was unprepared for what was about to happen. I visited Brian's home again, and even though it was my day off, I needed to finalize this inquiry and found he was at work. Only this time he would not be back for two to three days.Today I was not in uniform just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Jean was home alone again, when she answered the door it was clear she had not long been out of the shower. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a white knee-length dressing gown. I glanced down and noticed she was wearing black nylons and heels, which seemed odd as she never wore shoes in her home.I was happy to be invited in but not so impressed that Brian was away again. Jean made us hot drinks as a way of an apology and invited me through to the lounge. I slipped off my trainers and followed her keeping a close eye on her cute arse and those legs.Once seated in the lounge I was in a position to see Jean wearing hold-up black stockings as she crossed and uncrossed her lovely legs. The sight made the love muscle in my tight shorts stir again and I was becoming very uncomfortable. Once I had finished my coffee I made my excuses to leave.