Arrested

~

she’s left only her jacket on
unbuttoned
blousing open

the gold of her badge
glints fetchingly
in the glow of candlelight

her breasts
partially veiled
soft in the amber wash
gently rise and fall
with her heavy breath

helplessly
my eyes glide her length
fondled warmly
by the lush half-light
folding upon her
from the single flame

they pause
entranced by the velvet flower
sensuously shadowed
in the satin cleft
where supple limb
meets supple limb

intoxicated by this vision
I can only stare
and melt

utterly arrested

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2012

The “X” rated 2018 version

she removes the rest of her wespons
and places them on the ground

she is now unarmed
but she is still packin’

unzipping
she lets her regulation uniform trousers
slide in a nylon rustle
down her thigh high lace tops
to fall
gathered at her sculpted ankles

leaving her regulation leather heels on
she steps over her slacks
abandoned at her feet

she walks toward me slowly
hips pivoting left then right
taut thighs mesh silken

swish  swish  swish

placing one foot
in front of the other
striding with authority
heels sounding

click  click  click

she approaches
backlit by the red and blue pulses
of the BMW’s frenzied lightbar

she stops
straddling over me
as I am handcuffed
sitting on the highway
leaning agaist the door
of my Audi R8
popping and snapping
as the 610 hp’s cool

she unbottons her regulation jacket
and drops it at my side
she’s left only her regulation shirt on
as she unbuttons
it blouses open

her body badge is revealed
the gold glints fetchingly
as it dangles
on a thick leather cord
from around her smooth firm neck
resting nestled
in the perfect cleavage
of her pert young
braless breasts

no

these are tits
perfect tits
right out of a teen’s temptation
aglow in amber warning lights

her nipples
proudly erect
partially veiled
soft in the amber wash
gently rise and fall
with her heavy breathing

leaning over
fixing me with her fiery eyes
she speaks
“you were driving recklessly – sir”
then rips away her black string thong

helplessly
looking up
my eyes glide slowly
lustfully down her length
fondled warmly
by the flashing golden-orange
folding and refolding
upon her luscious flesh

they pause in gentle decent
entranced by the velvet mons
shorn smooth and oiled
sensuously shadowed
in the satin cleft
where supple limb
meets supple limb

intoxicated by this vision
I can only stare
swelling rigid with excitement
and swoon
breathless

utterly arrested
eager for interrogation

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2018