The Broken Drum part5
by Hot Milfs Blog in his tone of voice. “I was across the street from my own
apartment, on the sidewalk, acting like a good citizen…what are
you going to charge me with?”
“Relax, Ace,” the detective answered. “I’m cutting you
loose this time. But, we’ll be watching for you to step outa
line…, just once. Then, it’ll be right back in the slammer.
By the time Leon got back to his place, there were no lights
showing across the street in ‘her’ apartment, so he stripped,
stretched out, and simply stroked himself, as he replayed what
he’d watched through her window.
The next day, he paid a visit to “Telescopes-R-Us” and
bought a 300x telescope and tripod, which he installed in a
strategic window. That night, and almost every night from then
on, he watched, enjoyed, and desired his neighbor. He didn’t
know if she was an exhibitionist or just forgetful, and he didn’t
really care. He did know that he was forming a real attachment
for the little bundle of red-haired dynamite that nearly every
day made his forehead sweat and his joint swell and throb.
Leon’s day dream ended, and he glanced across the bar to the
table where the blonde and the cop were working on some steaks.
If he was any judge, the blonde had just decided to snap her lips
around a trouser trout.
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Me…, Eric Thornquist, Detective Senior Grade, had learned quite
a bit about The Constitution’s Arts and Entertainment food
reviewer while we ate. I also learned a bit about the blonde
too.
I learned the food reviewer probably took cash under the table in
exchange for glowing reviews. Our steaks were well prepared, but
tough.
The lady was tough too. In more ways than one. Her name (at
least for tonight) was Candice, and she lived up on the hill.
She was 33 years old, married for the second time, had great
legs, and seemed horny as hell.
“Whattaya say we get outa here?” I asked, as I set my coffee cup
down on the dark, highly polished table.
“Where to?” Candice asked. “Some place private, I hope.”
“I was thinking of the police pistol range…out behind the
airport. Is that private enough?”
“So I can play with your gun?” she giggled.
“You seemed interested earlier.”
“Well, that seemed fair,” she answered. “I was looking at your
gun butt, and you were looking at mine.”
“Right you are… What I was looking at had nothing to do with a
gun,” I answered with a perfectly straight face.
“I know… Oh, I know…” came her breathy reply. “I could feel
your eyes moving over it.”
“Let’s go, and you’ll feel a lot more than my eyes.”
“Promises, promises,” she said with a wicked glint in her eyes.
“Well”, I asked, “are we gonna sit here all night? I think it
was probably the booze talking earlier, anyway.”
“What aah-vah do ya-all mean?”
“When you said, we’d have to see where I was going to spend the
night.”
“If there’s two things I know how to do, it’s hold my liquor,
and keep my word. I’ll just make a quick stop in the Lady’s, and
we’ll see if that pistol you’re carrying is a pop-gun or a real
cannon. Toss me your raincoat, and I’ll be right back.”
She picked up her purse, and took my damp coat like it was a dead
rat. Then she repeated that fantastic stroll across the room to
the ‘tur-let’. She wasn’t quite as steady on her feet as she’d
been earlier, but that didn’t detract from my enjoyment.
While she was gone, I paid off Janine, and gave her a twenty
percent tip. She didn’t look at all impressed by my generosity.
In fact, I swear I heard her whisper, “bastard” in my general
direction.
Candice stepped out of the Lady’s, and motioned for me to join
her. I have to say, that old rain coat looked a lot better on
her than it did on me.
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Leon, watched Eric, as he walked over and took Candice’s
elbow as they started out to the parking lot. He also noticed as
she leaned heavily against him, apparently feeling the effects of
the drinks.
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I wasn’t sure, but I suspected that the way she pressed her firm
warm breast against my hand as we walked, wasn’t entirely the
fault of the alcohol. But, under the circumstances, who was I to
complain?
“Which car are we going to take,” Candice asked as we approached
the plain Ford I was using, where it was parked in the second
row.
“Maybe we should take mine,” I replied. “That way there won’t be
any questions if it’s seen at the range.”
“Wonderful,” Candice cooed, “the last thing I need is my husband
asking questions.”
Always the gentleman, I steered her across the gravel and pot-
holes, and unlocked and opened the door for her. With a minimum
of lost motion, the clip-board and thermos were tossed into the
back seat.
“Your chariot awaits, Lovely Lady.”
“Boy you are full of it, aren’t you,” she whispered in my ear,
just before grazing my cheek with a kiss. Returning her mouth to
the vicinity of my ear she continued softly, “Before long I hope
it’s me that’s full.”
I tried…, unsuccessfully, not to react, but I was only too
aware of the hard swelling that pressed against her thigh as I
helped her into the car.
“Be careful of your legs. You’ll have to ride with that shotgun
between your knees.”
“That will only be a preview, I hope,” she said smiling up.
As I watched her settle herself into the seat, I was only too
aware that she had eagerly straddled the Model 870 Remington 12-
gauge that was locked to the dashboard by the barrel. I also
paid particular attention to the long, lean, well proportioned
leg that was exposed below the hem of my ratty raincoat. All the
way from her ankle to way above the middle of her thigh.
She watched my eyes caress her long legs. Then she coyly lowered
her eyes, and tugged at the raincoat in a very unsuccessful
attempt to cover herself.
…End of the part5. To be continued..