0 comments/ 191233 views/ 27 favorites Running Into Trouble By: Dannn!!! The cool autumn air took my breath away when I stepped out of the dorm building for my evening run. I paused for a moment to consider whether I needed another layer of clothes. Second-guessing my running attire has become a habit by mid-October. I decided that I would warm up quickly once I got going. Still, I now wonder whether things would have been different if I wore something less revealing that night. I wore my favorite running outfit: royal blue tights and a yellow tight-fitting T-shirt over my sports bra. I always loved the way my legs and ass looked in those tights; I knew that every guy I passed would stare at my athletic bottom. I never considered myself a knockout, but I liked body. I'm 5'7 and have dark-red hair. I keep it shoulder-length and pulled back in a ponytail when I run. I have runner's body--tight, muscular, but feminine. I suppose I've wondered what it would be like to have a larger chest, but I'm happy with my perky B-cup breasts. I'm told I have a pretty face. Most people describe me as "cute." I have a fair complexion and dark-blue eyes. I've run competitively since junior high and considered myself a bit of a jock. I even got a partial cross-country scholarship from a private collage here in Northeast Massachusetts. It was my first year here and I would train twice a day. On this night, I planned for an easy run from the campus out to Oceanside Park. I jogged through main campus. I passed a couple of campus cops--middle-aged guys who smiled at me and made no attempt to hide their staring. I gave them a closed-lip smile and nod. I made my way through the Student Square where burnouts smoke and play hacky-sack. I'm nearly out of their sight when one shouts, "Nice ass!" I can't help but to laugh. I don't condone such behavior, but it does make me feel a little sexy. Still feeling a bit high from my admirer's comment, I made my way off campus. I wondered briefly what one of them would do if I showed interest. Some guy would say, "Nice ass," and I'd circle back, stop in front of him, and look him over from head to toe. "Thanks for noticing; you have terrific shoulders." But I don't dare. I'm not that kind of girl. About halfway through with my workout, I reached Oceanside Park. I love this place: grassy hills, a few snack shacks that are closed this time of the year, and a boathouse near a pier. I didn't notice anyone around as I picked up my pace over the hills and circled the park a few times. I've warmed up now and my heart rate was really kicking. I slowed it down and decided to cool off with an easy jog out to the end of the pier. I had almost reached the pier when I noticed silhouettes leaning against the railing. It was getting dark, and there were only a few lamps and the full moon to give me light. "Hey, baby," said one of the shadowy figures. There were four of them. Getting closer, I could see that they were Hispanic men, probably in their mid-20s. My heart rate picked up again. I smirked back at him and kept jogging. "Damn, she's got a tight ass!" one said. Another made kissing noises. I was a little frightened now, but what could I do? I told myself that it's just more of the same and, in fact, I was being prejudice. After all, I wouldn't be the least bit scared if these were white guys. The boys at the Student Square have said far worse to me. By the time I reached the end of the pier, I was at ease but feeling slightly ashamed of myself. I paused for a moment to admire the refection of the full moon on the calm ocean. I tuned to head back. I was three-fourth of the way off the pier before I noticed that the men had changed position and were slowly walking shoulder-to-shoulder toward me. My heart rate jumped again, this time pounding as though it knew something my mind refused to comprehend. I could see their faces gazing at me. One with a flag bandana on his head said, "Hey, baby." I looked down at the ground as I ran past him. He grabbed my arm. My legs almost went out from under me. "Yo! I said, hey! Don't you got no manners?" "Let me go!" I shouted. My fingernails, which I always keep trimmed, were feebly trying to dig into his hand. Another of the men took hold of my free arm. I immediately tried to bite and scream and kick out at them. Instantly another man yanked hard on my ponytail. "You want to fucking die, bitch!" I actually considered the question for a moment. No, I don't want to die. In my perfect middle-class upbringing, I'd never in my life been abused. I'd never been in an actual fight. I was totally out of my element. The rational voice in my head said to relax; there's no one around, and the only way you're getting out of this is to remain calm. I stopped struggling. "No. I don't want to die," I cried. "Please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to upset you." I felt their grips on me loosen slightly, but I knew they had control of me. The four of them surrounded me. I stood still and tried to catch my breath. "We were only being friendly, but you gotta go and be a bitch," the flagman said, as he grabbed my butt forcefully with his free hand. "What's your name, bitch?" "Julie. Please, I just want to go home," I said, trying to keep my head. "You gonna be friends with us, Julie?" "Please don't hurt me. You don't have to do this," I said, as though I were introducing a new option that they never would have considered on their own. "We don't have to do shit, dumb bitch," said the man yanking my ponytail. "If you don't want to get hurt, you do what we say. We're the bosses of you." The bearded man standing in front of me slipped a hand up my shirt and pinched my erect nipple though my sports bra. "You don't do what we say, and we'll cut you up and throw you in the ocean. We don't give a fuck." Maybe I was naïve, but they had me convinced. I had to do what they said. They really could have been killers. "OK. You're the boss. I'll do anything. Please..." The flagman gave a nod to the man feeling me up. He took a rock and smashed the padlock off the nearby boathouse. These guys are clods, I thought briefly. They're making way too much noise. Someone will come along soon, probably the police! They pushed me into the dark boathouse. It smelled musty like wet wood, which it was. One of the men kept hold of my ponytail. I didn't dare move a muscle as I listened to them bump around in the dark. Finally they found the chain to a bare light bulb overhead. All eyes were on me. I was shivering now, my nipples poking through my light shirt. The man who held my ponytail let go and leaned casually against the door. The room was fairly big and cleaner than I expected. There was a large bay door that I was sure was locked. A large overturned rowboat lay near the back wall where the only window looked out to the ocean. Some odd-looking tools were stacked in a corner. The floor was bare wood. "Alright, take off your shirt," said the doorman. "Yeah, show us those pointy tits," laughed another man. I was embarrassed looking at their staring eyes through my now visible breath. "Please don't," I said in a final plea. "Julie, take off the fucking shirt, or we'll rip it off you and you can run home naked!" said flagman. I closed my eyes and quickly removed my shirt. Nervously I kept it wadded up in my hands. "Take that top off too," flagman demanded. I pulled my sports bra over my head. I thought about how this is the most naked any man had ever seen me. I'd fooled around with guys before. But it was in cars or in bedrooms with parents nearby. Blouses and pants were loosened, hands and fingers were given temporary access, but clothes were never removed. It was then that I lost my head for a moment. I noticed how their faces were looking at my body approvingly. Isn't this what I loved about my body, the look of desire that it produced in men? I guess it's hard to turn off those things with which we've become conditioned. I felt my breath deepen and my face become flush with excitement. Then I caught myself. What was I doing? Did I want to get raped? I was half-stimulated and half-appalled when I felt flagman reach around and massage my ass cheeks. "Your tits are nicer than I thought," he said, grabbing one firmly. I was caught off guard by the warmth of his voice. My body warmed. "That ain't bad!" shouted the doorman. "Let's get on with it!" said the one with the beard. Flagman took my shirt and bra from my trembling hands. He was about 6'2 with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. I admired his light goatee. "I'm gonna help you off with those pants," he said. He smiled and nodded to his friends. Then, he turned me toward the overturned rowboat, pushing my shoulders down. I was now in a bent-over position, with my hands on the bottom of the boat and my feet slightly apart. "Get down more," he demanded. "And stick that ass up ... higher." I complied. Breathing heavily now, I felt his fingers dig under the waistband of my tights. Slowly he pealed them over my round, white bottom. The room filled with hoots and crude comments from the other men. I could feel their nervous excitement--or was it mine? My feet came together as my tights reached my sneakers, which I kicked off without encouragement. I stepped one foot out of the tights, then the other. The catcalls from the men behind me were thrilling; I could feel my vagina moisten. I was still frightened, but not for my life. I now was scared because I was unsure of what was to come. I knew I was to loose my virginity to these men, and I was afraid that it would be a long, painful experience. "Shake that ass, Julie!" said flagman; he gave my butt a slap. I was surprised that I liked it. I think it was the sound it made when his large hand came down on my skin, or maybe I liked that this spanking came suddenly, unexpectedly. I began to move my butt back and forth slowly. Their chants and whoops coaxed an eagerness within me. I started rolling my hips quicker and in a circular motion, arching my lower back as my ass reached the apex of its movement. I couldn't believe how aroused I was. I wondered whether this would be it. Perhaps they just wanted me to put on a show for them to humiliate me. Maybe they were about to let me be on my way. I felt great relief and slight disappointment at this notion. Of course, my disappointment didn't last long. Keeping up my performance, I heard the men removing their coats. Flagman began massaging my ass again as the others watched. With each motion, his fingers reached deeper into the crack of my butt. His fingers tickled then penetrated my wet vagina. I began to rock my body with his rhythmic probing. "Shit, this bitch is lovin' this!" yelled one of the men as the others laughed. I paused for a moment, but didn't resist. "Is that right, Julie? You like this?" asked flagman. "No," I lied, looking over my shoulder at him. "That's too bad." He began thrusting his fingers quickly inside of me. I noticed his determined, almost angry, expression. I rocked back and forth, pushing my slit hard against his fingers. "Mmmmm, uhhh, mmm," I moaned. Soon I felt my vagina aflame then clinch around his dripping fingers. I climaxed to my first full-fledged orgasm. I forgot my surroundings, and I called out, "Hold it deep, right there ... please!" He pushed his fingers as far as they'd go, and I pushed right back into them as forcefully as I could. The men laughed and taunted. "Oh, yeah. You really hate this." Trembling with a stranger's fingers deep inside me, I felt a wave of shame. What was I doing? "Can I please go now," I said in a meek little girl voice. This brought much laughter, and I closed my eyes, thinking about how stupid I sounded. "We're just getting started, Julie. Besides, you don't really want to go anywhere, do you?" said flagman. I just looked at the floor. He took his fingers out of me and placed them to my mouth. "See how wet you got? Lick it up." I tasted my cum, licking and sucking it off his fingers. My mouth watered. I was getting excited again. "Good girl," he said in a soothing voice. He turned me around to face my audience. Looking at them, I thought of how handsome these men were. I certainly could have done worse, but then questioned my sanity. Handsome rapists? Is that what I'll tell the police? ("Oh they were all gorgeous and tall, at least six feet. The heaviest was about 200lbs. The lightest--in weight, not color--was about 170lbs. No, the one with the flag bandana had fuller lips and bedroom eyes.") Flagman walked me over to the muscular man leaning against the door. His face beamed. "You want Julie to suck your dick?" (What?!) "Oh yeah. I bet you suck dick great," he said. My eyes bulged in shock. Then flagman did something that at the moment I thought was very sweet. He spread his coat in front of the doorman. I caught myself smiling at him for a second before he said, "You better swallow it all up and not get a drop on my jacket." I dumbly knelt before the large man, looking up at him blankly. The other men stood closer now; flagman stood next to me. The man at the door unbuckled his belt and opened his loose-fitting trousers. He then pushed his boxer shorts down to his knees. I eyed his large penis; it was poking half-erect through his dark pubic hair. His big testicles hung low. "Go ahead and get to work, slut." (Slut? Me?) My mouth watered, and I licked my lips. Slowly, I opened my mouth, placing my tongue to the tip of his penis. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock as it began to grow and expand. (Remarkable!) "That's right, bitch. Tease me with it. Make me want it." I moved my tongue side-to-side and around the tip of his cock, looking up at him. He's grin was so cute, and I instinctively smiled back. I was struck by an odd feeling of pride. My pretty face and mouth were exciting this man. How could this be? His cock swelled and now pressed against the roof of my mouth. I couldn't believe how thick his penis became. He started to move his hips as I took him deeper into my mouth. I relaxed my throat, swallowing his massive member. My mouth watered and drooled when I first experienced the bitter and sweet flavor of his precum. I was amazing myself with my quick study and heard the other men agree with my thoughts. "She sucks dick better than a whore!" I heard the men undress--belts unbuckled and jeans unzipped. But I was fixated on the fat cock in my mouth. Flagman massaged my back and ass. Then he whispered in my ear: "You're gonna love this." (How could it get any better?) He gently pushed my shoulders down so that I was on all fours. The doorman kept his cock was in my mouth, easing himself to his knees. We didn't miss a beat. "Get that fine ass up high for me, baby," he said softly. I did as I was told. Flagman got behind me; spreading my butt cheeks with his hands he began licking my vagina. I moaned deeply (Mmmmm), which from the taste of it seemed to stimulate the thick rod in my watering mouth. "That's right, girl. You love that cock," doorman said. Flagman tickled my clitoris and ran his tongue up my dripping slit. He surprised me by continuing up to my anus; my hole and cheeks clinched involuntary. He gave my butt a sharp slap, "Relax that ass." I whimpered and moaned. His tongue first moved in circles then probed into my asshole. I couldn't believe how stimulated the new sensation made me. I totally relaxed as he spread my cheeks and worked his tongue deep into my tight hole. He paused and held my cheeks wide open, "That's a damn fine ass!" He declared to the other two men. "Damn right, yo!" one agreed. "Shit you gonna tap that or what?" the other asked. "Not just yet," flagman said. "Fuck! Then I'm gonna get some head, too," one man said. He knelt next to the doorman, who guided my head to his friend's already stiff penis. This man was thinner than the others, and his cock wasn't as impressive as the fat dick I'd been working on. They took turns fucking my face. Flagman continued to torture my pussy and ass. When the fourth guy slid his head under my hanging breasts, sucking and pinching my erect nipples, I couldn't take it anymore. I climaxed hard, bucking my ass into flagman's face and furiously sucking whichever cock I could get. I made sounds that I've never heard before, groans and grunts and sighs. And the men responded. Doorman's fat cock exploded in my mouth. Remembering what flagman said, I swallowed three big gulps of his cum. "Damn, shit, damn. I just blew down the bitch's throat," he said. As he retreated to lean against the rowboat, I started working on the other man's penis. "Get up, cuz," flagman said to the man stimulating my nipples. He rolled my body over, so that I was lying on my back. I looked up at the three naked me standing above me. Their eyes danced all over my body. "That is a nice pussy," one remarked. (I had trimmed it into a perfect triangle the previous night.) I smiled and blushed with pride. Flagman, who was still wearing his bandana, eased his face back down to my clit. He relentlessly tickled it and massaged my anus with his thumb. The other two knelt on each side of my face and took turns fucking it. I felt another surge as my back arched and I came again. Flagman urged one of the men, the one with an indiscernible tattoo on his thigh, to move down. "Go ahead and fuck this bitch, bro," he said. "She's ready." The tattooed man lifted under my knees, raising my legs and ass up in the air, and forcefully drove his cock into my pussy. Needless to say, I screamed. But he was without mercy. He drove his prick in and out of my vagina hard and fast. "Fuck! This is the fucking tightest fuck I've ever had! Fuck!" he said. "Take my big dick, cunt. You love it don't you?" My cries and tears said I didn't. After what seemed like a few hundred trusts, I began to relax my body. Discomfort eventually faded and my pussy felt warm and full. His grunts and groans were in synch with my sighs and moans. Flagman was working on my breasts, and the bearded guy was rubbing his penis and balls all over my mouth and face. "I'm gonna blow, slut!" said the tattooed man. "You're gonna get another drink!" He shoved his friend aside and stuck his cock in my mouth. He blew two hot shots of cum deep down my throat. "You love the taste, don't you, slut? Tell me! Fucking tell me!" "I love drinking cum!" I said. "I love cum in my mouth!" The tattooed guy staggered off and leaned against the rowboat next to the other man I had satisfied. "Don't let that little cunt go to waste," Flagman said. "Go get it!" They flipped me over on all fours again, and my pussy was filled with the bearded man's nice eight-inch dick. I loved taking this cock from behind. Flagman knelt in front of my face. "You want to suck my dick, Julie?" "Don't you want to fuck me?" I asked. "Don't worry; I have plans you," he assured me. I looked at his hard cock. It was about nine inches and thick, but not like the doorman's. It was beautiful actually. I never knew how perfect a man's penis could be. I wondered about his plans for me. I took him in my mouth, giving him the best blowjob I could. I was going crazy with these two cocks fucking me. Our rhythm got faster and faster. The guy in my pussy spanked me, and I let out a loud moan of pleasure. "You like rough, bitch? I'm good like that." He spanked me repeatedly, each time a bit harder. Flagman reached down and pinched the nipples of my swinging breasts while he fucked my face with his amazing shaft. I felt my pussy clinch; I was going to cum again! I moaned, "Mmmm!" The guy fucking my pussy got terribly excited, swearing and spanking me. "I'm cumming in your tight hole, slut! I know you love this!" I felt his cock jolt and thrust as he squirted hot cum in my throbbing pussy. As he pulled out of my slick slit, he gave my ass a final hard slap. I winced and groaned. Running Into Trouble Jennie settled into a moderate stride for her morning run. She was moving briskly along the lake front with trees all around. There were a few people out but not too many. She was enjoying the exercise, enjoying pushing herself and the feeling of the exertion. Running was one of her pleasures; it had been all the way back into her high school years. She began her day with it as often as not. These days she'd taken to running in the park by the lake, where the scenery was so gorgeous. She had an iPod that was providing the kind of music that she liked to run to. It ran mostly to Clapton and such. It was good music to get your stride moving to. Jennie Salton led a fairly simple life. She reveled in the fact that she was doing what she wanted to do. As long as she could remember she'd wanted to be a lawyer. Her parents at first thought it was just a fantasy that she'd dreamed up and would never be serious about but Jennie did have one trait that was one of her foremost: an ability to stick to decisions that she'd made. She was always grateful for the fact that her Mom and Dad had seen her through law school and successfully a member of the bar before their accident took them both from her, leaving her fairly well off but very lonely. There had been, in her search for the fulfillment of her goal to become a lawyer precious little time for 'romance' but Jennie kept her goal in front of her and didn't allow the lack of an outstanding social life bother her. At the age of 32 she had already practiced law for almost seven years, and found that she was good at it. She'd landed a decent job in a very good local firm right out of law school and had become a valued member of the group ever since. One of the benefits of her love to run was that it kept her weight down to where she wanted it. She was fairly small breasted, 34 c, and, fitting a kind of mould that is present in a number of women, was larger in the butt. (At least she thought that she had a big butt.) Her running helped to keep all of that in check. (If the truth were told by the outside observer, Jennie's butt was both wonderful and one of her very best assets but she didn't always view it that way.) For her run that day, she was sporting a new pair of black, spandex running pants. She had been initially torn about buying them and wearing them but they were the style and she was trying to overcome her shyness and thoughts about her butt, so she wore them to run today. It was also part of Jennie's way to face a problem, image problem or otherwise, totally head on. "If people think my butt is too big," she'd said to herself, "Then let them not look!" She paused her run for a few moments. She needed to select more music from her iPod, which was tucked in a small packet with her wallet. She took the packet out to redo the music, when it happened. The kid had apparently been watching because as soon as Jennie's iPod and wallet were out and, for that moment, vulnerable, he flashed in and grabbed it and ran. Two things happened then at the same time. Over his shoulder, with a snicker, the kid shouted to Jennie: "Lady, you've got a big ass." At the same time a cop car had stopped on the road and the cop, getting out to simply survey the scene at the lake front before walking it a bit, saw what happened. Patrolman Sammy Conte, about to be a sergeant, was cruising and was about to take his morning turn at the lake front, when he saw the grab and run occur. He took off in a direction that would allow him to head the thief off. The comment from the punk was all that Jennie needed. She'd been a sprinter for the college women's track team and had held honors for her ability in that field. She took off after him. He looked over his shoulder grinning at her and the grin faded immediately, when he saw that the lady was not only running after him but gaining on him steadily. She was almost up to him, when she said to him: "Big ass, huh?" and reached out for him. Just then the punk, the cop and Jennie collided and tumbled together in one huge rolling pile. The punk, out of sheer desperation, recovered first, and began to spring to his feet, as Sammy Conte and Jennie both stirred into action. Sammy made a grab for the kid but Jennie growled: "I have a big ass, huh?" and grabbed the kid securely by the nuts. The punk's cry was almost cosmic, as Jennie not only had him by the balls but both tugged and squeezed. Sammy was laughing so hard that it was almost impossible to get the cuffs on the kid but Jennie was in a rage: "Do I have a big ass, punk?" she demanded, and accompanied that by one more squeeze. "No, no, no, lady, nice ass, nice ass! You're gonna rip them off, please." "Uh, ma'am," Sammy said, "I've got control of him now. You can let him go." It was only the voice, fairly calm for all of the rough stuff that had just gone on, of the policeman that brought Jennie around. "Oh, yes," she said, letting go of the kid's balls. Sammy was still grinning as he gave Jennie a hand to help her up from the pavement. She ignored the hand and sprang up herself. "Let me just secure him in the cruiser and then I'll talk to you," Sammy said. "Fine," Jennie replied and took up her iPod and wallet and re attached them to the belt where they normally were secured. She also got out her phone and called her office, she was relieved that it was a light morning and she could afford to be late a bit. She told the secretary and receptionist that she'd be late, and then briefly explained why! Then the big cop was back; he was still grinning. 'You're smiling officer!" Jennie said, almost in an accusing voice. "Well, yes, uh, ma'am; it's just such a treat to see a punk like that get an ass kicking from a 'victim'," he said, smiling. "It's Jennie," she said, holding her hand out. "Jennie Salton." The cop got a strange look on his face for a moment but Jennie was a person who noticed such personal traits. "Officer?" she asked. "Sorry, ma'am," he began to say. "It's Jennie," she interrupted. "I know," was his answer. "My wife's name! Lovely name." "Thank you," she said. He asked her then to go through what had happened. She gave a description of the incident, not omitting the kid's comment about her 'big ass'. The policeman grinned. "Smiling again, Officer Conte?" Jennie said warily. "Sorry, ma'am, uh, Jennie," he said. "Allow me to say that you're butt is nothing short of perfect!" He was obviously embarrassed as soon as he said it. Jennie smiled and said: "No, I'm not going to report you for commenting on my ass, especially, when the comment was such a nice one. I'm not even going to report you to your own Jennie!" she conclude, with a smile. Almost automatically he said, with pain in his voice, not thinking before he said it: "My Jennie died of cancer a year ago." Now it was Jennie's turn to be embarrassed: "I'm truly sorry for what I said; I meant no disrespect, Officer Conte," she said. "It's Sammy!" he said and then: "I know that, Jennie. Maybe I'd better just get this information." When the information was finally all gathered, Sammy said that he'd take the kid to the station, and that someone would be in touch with her about testifying. "I hope you will," he said, "It's the only way to put a stop to these kind of ugly incidents." "Oh, I will," Jennie said, "I'm a trial lawyer and won't let this slide." "I thought that I recognized the name, Salton," Sammy said. Jennie gave him a serious look and said: "Officer Conte," He interjected: "Sammy!" "Sammy," she said then, "I apologize for making the comment about your Jennie." "It's not a problem!" he said, "It's still so much a shock at times. But I need to get going here." "I'm going to finish my run," she said. "Shall I stay to make sure you're okay?" he asked. "Are you going to stay so that you can watch me run away?" she came back with a grin on her face. "Well," Sammy quipped at her, "I just want to make sure that his information, you know about your . . . Uh. . . Was wrong." She gave him a sly smile and began her run again, saying over her shoulder: "Bye, Officer Conte!" Sammy Conte said, so that she could hear him: "Definitely wrong!" Jennie grinned at him, as she left. "He's a cutie!" she said to herself, as she ran along the lake front. She got a hero's welcome at the office, where someone had heard the report on the scanner, and they'd discovered the details. They were clapping and cheering, when she walked in, all of them, even the chief partner, gathered in the lobby of their suite. Jennie blushed and made a curtsey to them all. One of the younger lawyers asked: "Did you really grab him by the balls, Jen?" "I did!" she asserted, "He said that I had a big butt! That was unnecessary!" They roared at the news that she'd given and she was taken into the coffee room where they all had coffee with her before settling down to work. When everyone was back at work, Mr. Meers, the chief partner, was still there and said to her: "That must have been a bit of a fright, Jennie!" "It was but the adrenaline got me through it," she said. "Fortunate that Officer Conte was there," was his next comment. She agreed with that totally. "Good cop, apparently," he continued, "He's to be made a sergeant next week, I hear." "Really?" Jennie asked, then thought and said: "Maybe I should go to the ceremony to show some support." "Great idea," he countered and then said: "Just glad that you're okay, Jennie." "Thanks, Tom," she countered and gave the older man a hug. Jennie's next shock was two days later. She was out for her early morning run again, wearing a similar outfit, the black spandex running pants, kind of capri style, and a tee shirt. She was a bit more wary this time, and tensed as she heard footsteps behind her. She was surprised, when Sammy Conte, wearing running shorts and a tee shirt, got into stride beside her. "Hey, Sammy!" she said, her breathing easy. "Nice to see you." "Serving and protecting!" he said with a grin. There was a kind of look on his face that made her know that something was coming: "Say it!" she said, "Or you'll burst." He laughed, and then said: "Watching your butt also. Doing my own research." "Officer Conte," she said softly, "You do know what happened to the last guy that made comments about my butt!" She was grinning, as she finished saying it. "Just being friendly and peaceful here," he said, holding up his hands as he ran, "Just friendly and peaceful." She gave him a huge smile and they ran on, companionably together. She watched for him after that. She made it a point to be at the city hall ceremony where he'd be promoted to sergeant. She slid into a seat toward the front of the crowd, next to a short Italian looking woman, probably in her late 60's. "They all look so handsome," Jennie said softly to the woman next to her. "Yes, especially my Sammy!" the woman said then. "Which is your Sammy?" Jennie asked, intrigued by the thought of who this might be. The woman pointed to Sammy Conte and said: "He's my Sammy, made sergeant and I'm so proud. My beautiful Sammy." "He is handsome," Jennie said, and then she turned and said: "Mrs. Conte?" "Yes," the woman answered. "My name is Jennie Salton, your son saved me last week from a mugging," Jennie said with a smile. The woman smiled at her. "Oh, yes, the Jennie; Sammy told me about you. I think that he was smitten." "Probably my name," Jennie said. The woman laughed and said in a soft voice: "Actually, miss, I think it was your butt, from what he told me." Jennie laughed, and the woman, who told Jennie to call her 'Rosa', said: "What a lovely laugh!" Then the ceremony started, and, as he was receiving his sergeant's badge, Sammy cast a loving glance at his Mom, and was instantly surprised to see Jennie Salton sitting with her. Sammy approached the two women, who were waiting for him. Rosa had insisted that Jennie wait with her. "Two beautiful women to see me get my sergeant's," he said, smiling broadly, and enfolding his proud Mom into his arms. When the hug was broken Rosa said: "Go on, hug her too, Sammy! She deserves it. Only no funny business with her butt!" Jennie broke out into a giggle, as Sammy Conte put his arms around her. She sighed immediately, a profound sigh that wasn't missed by any of the three of them. "Lunch Mom?" Sammy asked , as Jennie was about to excuse herself politely. "Lovely," Rosa said, "Lunch with my handsome Sammy and his girlfriend with the pretty fanny." Both Sammy and Jennie got really embarrassed, as the diminutive woman beamed at them. Jennie recovered first and said: "Only if I get to pay as a thank you for helping me out!" Jennie said. Sammy began to protest but Rosa said: "Sammy, let her; let the lovely lady say 'thank you', it's polite." "Yes, Mom," he said, and they went out together. Lunch was a big hit. When they were finished eating, Jennie paid, as she said that she would. Sammy said then: "Mom, I can take you home now and then I need to get back to work. They'll be handing out new assignments today and I need to see when I'll be working." Jennie broke in at that point: "Sammy, I can take her home; I have a light schedule today. It's no problem." "Good," Rosa said, "Then the girls can talk about, you, Sammy." He blushed a bit again, and Rosa said: "Isn't he cute!" Jennie laughed and agreed that Sammy was indeed cute. The two of them, Rosa and Jennie, got on as though they were old friends. "You were kind of hard on him," Jennie said at one point. "Oh, he's a big boy and can take it; so much like his Poppa! A wild boy, when he was a teen ager but I made sure that he never got in with those wild kids who are now all in prison." "Lovely man," Jennie said, and then added gently: "And I'm not really his girlfriend!" "Yet!" Rosa said, giving Jennie a good bye kiss, and thanking her for being there today and for the lunch. Just as Jennie turned to go Rosa said to her: "Don't hurt my Sammy, please!" Jennie went to her and hugged her tightly: "Oh, Rosa, I'd never do that!" "I know, honey," Rosa said, "But I'm his Momma and I have to make those noises!" The next time that Jennie saw Sammy Conte was a few days later, during her run. He moved into stride next to her. She was pleased to see him and gave him a special smile and a hello. "You know," he said, "I have several pairs of these running pants; I don't wear the same pair running every time." "Why I never noticed the running pants at all!" he said quickly. "Liar!" was her grinning reply. Then he said: "Hey, I apologize for my Mom and her enthusiasm. I think that she was bowled over by your first name, is what it was." She answered: "Please don't apologize; she's simply marvelous and we got on so well. I did tell her that I was not your girlfriend, and her answer was simply: 'Yet'." "Yeah," he said, "That's my Mom! You always know what she's thinking." "Did you get your new assignment?" Jennie wanted to know. "I did," he replied, "I'm going to be on second shift for a while; new sergeant and all. But I don't mind it. It's just such a great thing for me to have made the grade." She mused. "You mean 11 AM to 8 PM?" "No," was his reply. "It's 3 PM to 11 PM, actually." Then he was silent for a bit, and finally said: "I was, uh, going to ask you to dinner; you know, on me this time! But I'm not sure about the timing and the new schedule." "You were?" she asked, as she stopped running. "Well, yeah," was his reply. "Tell you what," she said, "Why not come to my place for dinner? You get time off from work, right?" "Well, sure but I was going to ask you out," was his reply. She gave him a huge grin and said: "But I'm asking you in, and then next time will be out and on you." "Well, I'd really like to take you out; so, why don't we and then I'll be happy to come to dinner." "Lovely, we'll do it your way. Your wish is my command." she replied. "Oh dear, say that and you'll end up inflating my ego and inflaming my lust!" he said smiling, as they jogged. That caused her to laugh and she replied: "Tell you what; I'll keep an eye on your ego and I'll certainly risk inflaming your lust, as you put it." They both enjoyed the back and forth and the exercise together. Jennie was out the next morning, again at the lakefront on the wooded trail for her morning run. She noticed Sammy ahead of her stretching and, she thought, waiting for her. "Hey, Sammy," she said as she approached. "Hi, Jennie," he said and dropped into a stride next to her. "Changed your m.o., officer," she quipped. He looked at her and said: "How so?" "Well," she began with a broadening smile, "You can't look at my butt, while I'm running, if you wait for me ahead of where I am, instead of coming up behind me." "Lady, you're trying to make the cop blush!" he said in a mock complaining voice. "Tell me it's not true and I'll back off!" she said. "Yes, like you backed off of that punk!" he said, grinning at her. "Well," she explained with mock patience, "He stole my wallet and my iPod and told me that I have a big ass!" "Not saying a word about your ass!" quipped Sammy in return. "Don't want you going for my nads!" Jennie laughed then and said: "My, my you're fun!" Then she got a sly look on her face, turning toward him, as they matched each other's easy stride, and said: "You can look, Sammy, I won't hurt you!" "Secretly? Out in the open? Shall I be obvious about it?" he asked. "You certainly make a project of it," she said. "But it's such a nice ass, it needs to be made a project of!" was his response. "Ohh," she said and they dropped the subject, but she didn't forget what he said. Their evening out was to be the next day. Jennie found herself unusually in a flap about it. She had always been a career driven individual, and that was certainly encouraged by her doting parents. She never particularly felt 'overlooked'; she never thought about it very much. This attention from this big, handsome policeman was a bit beyond her experience. But she thought that she liked it. Sammy made his way up the path that ran by the lake. They'd been sharing their runs for a number of days now. They even set a date for the dinner out, now that he was getting used to his new schedule. He was running faster today, since he'd had a late start. It had been a busy night and he slept a bit later than he thought he would. He was constantly looking for Jennie ahead of him. As he rounded a corner, he saw a crowd gathered not too far ahead. His policeman's instincts kicked in and he sprinter to where the crowd was gathered. "Please let me through," he said, "I'm a policeman." The crowd parted for him and there was Jennie lying on the ground in obvious pain, one of her legs was twisted cruelly. "Oh, Sammy!" she said breathless from the intense pain in her leg. He sunk to his knees and cradled her head. She began to cry immediately. "What happened?" he asked, not only to her but to the crowd. "It was a couple of kids," a woman said. "They just ran her down and kept going." "Ambulance?" he asked. "Already called one," was the woman's answer. He got on his phone, never letting go of Jennie, whose head was resting in his lap by then. He called in the incident and mentioned what people had told him about the kids who'd done it. By that time the ambulance had arrived. He got into the ambulance with her, and got back as they tended her obviously broken leg. "It might be broken in a few places," the woman attendant said to him. "Are you her husband?" Running Into Trouble "No, I'm a, uh, friend," Sammy said. "I'm sergeant Sam Conte of the police department. Is there anything else you can do for her?" "Not with a break like this," was the attendant's reply. She turned to Jennie then and said: "Next of kin?" "No anyone in this area," she answered. "A few distant relations only and they're all back east. Sammy is my closest." She reached out her hand for him, as she said it. "Is the date off?" Jennie asked him. The attendant just got a questioning look on her face. "We had a dinner date scheduled for tonight, our first actually" Sammy explained, and then, turning to Jennie, he said: "Date off? Not on your life, beautiful lady. Even if it's in the hospital, we're on." Jennie smiled and began to cry. The attendant too had tears in her eyes, as she let Sammy sit next to the gurney on which Jennie was lying. All that followed was kind of blurred. They gave Jennie something for the pain and she began to fade, as they made their way to the hospital. She never let go of Sammy's hand. Once at the hospital, Jennie was whisked away to surgery. The ankle breaks were pretty serious. It was a few hours later that the doctor came to tell Sammy that Jennie was resting fine. She was about to be taken from the recovery room to a private room. Jennie was woozy, when she finally opened her eyes. The firs thing, person that she saw was Sammy Conte sitting by her bed side. "Ohhhh," she sighed. "You're still here!" "Tenacious," he said smiling. The tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "Thank you, Sammy," she said. "It's such a caring thing to do!" "Haven't gotten my hands on that magnificent butt!" he said, not noticing that someone was standing in the doorway. "Getting fresh with the patients?" the woman in the doorway said. Jennie looked up and said: "Bethie!" "What you doin' here, girl?" Beth wanted to know. Jennie introduced Beth to Sammy: "Beth this is my, uh, friend, Sammy Conte, Sergeant Sammy Conte of the police department. Sammy, this is Beth Swinton, she runs this place." "Hardly," Beth said, "Deedee helps me out!" "That's Beth's main squeeze, and life time love!" Jennie said. "To see them together and all their mushiness, you'd either get immediately sick or burn with envy." "Sounds really cool to me!" Sammy said. Sammy had stood, when he was introduced to Beth, and beth went to him to give him a hug. "Looked like he was already to get fresh with you!" Beth said, giggling and coming over to kiss Jennie. "Yes," Jennie said ruefully, "We were about to have our first date, when I got run down!" "Oh dear!" was Beth's reply. She turned to Sammy then and said: "Sergeant, take care of my girl here!" "I will, Ms. Swinton!" Sammy said. "Isn't he polite?" Beth said, grinning at Jennie. "He is that; his Momma taught him well," Jennie said. Just then a tall afro american nurse was in the doorway. "There she is," Jennie said, "The love of Bethie's life, but don't let on to the powers that be." "Beth is the powers that be around here!" Deedee said with a grin. "Only, when Deedee lets me," Beth said. There were introductions then again, and Deedee went to check on Jennie. When she was done, she turned to Sammy and said: "So, Sergeant, did they catch the mutts that did this?" Jennie looked at Sammy and he said: "Yes, they have a reckoning coming; I can assure you of that." "Good!" Deedee said, then: "Well, I have nurses to see to, and Beth has a hospital to run too! You take it easy," she said then indicating Jennie, and to Sammy: "Take care of her, officer!" "Gonna do that," was Sammy's reply. Beth went to close the door as she followed Deedee out; she said to Sammy: "Sergeant, I'm going to close this door, in case you want to get your hands on her lovely butt!" "Come on, goose!" Deedee said severely to Beth, who answered: "Yes, ma'am," and left, grinning at Jennie, who winked at her. "Aren't they lovely?" Jennie said wistfully. "Good friends and in love. It doesn't bother you, does it? I mean, they're my friends." Sammy squeezed her hand and said: "Momma Rosa didn't raise anyone with prejudices. They certainly seem to love each other." "Yes, they do!" was her reply. She yawned and then said: "I'm kind of sleepy, Sammy, if you want to go." "No one's going anywhere, Jen," he replied. "Oh, I like that, 'Jen'," She said, "It's what Poppa always called me." Sammy kissed her on the cheek and said: "You sleep now, girl; everything else can wait." She woke a few hours later, and he was sitting by her bed side reading. He smiled as she opened her eyes. She thought for a moment and said, in some distress: "Oh, my office!" "I called them; it's all taken care of ," Sammy said. Jennie began to cry again. "You take such spectacular care of me, Officer Conte." "Got to," he said gruffly, to hide his own emotion, "If I want to get my hands on your butt and if I don't want Mamma Rosa to kick mine." She giggled, and then there was a knock on the door. It opened, when Jennie said 'come in' and Momma Rosa stood there with flowers. "Ohhhh, how pretty!" Jennie said, "Thank you so much, Rosa." Rosa went to the bed and gave Jennie a hug and a kiss: "Pretty flowers for the pretty lady." Jennie just blushed. Sammy stood, when his Mom entered the room and waited for her to come to him to give him a hug and kiss also. "Momma!" He said, kissing her and holding her for a moment. "You taking good care of this special woman?" Rosa asked suspiciously. "Oh, he is, Rosa," Jennie said, "He is." "He better," Rosa said, caressing his cheek as she talked. Sammy got her a chair so that she could sit by the bed, and then one for himself. Rosa looked at him and said: "You can go now, Sammy; I'm gonna stay. I know that you have to go to work." "Sorry, Jen," he said, glancing at Jennie. "I'm in such good hands, Sammy," she replied. He went to the bed, with a very tentative attitude, and kissed Jennie's cheek. "Give her a kiss!" Rosa said, "A proper kiss; how are you going to win her otherwise?" Jennie grinned at Sammy's blushing, and she grabbed him around the neck to pull his face to hers. It was a first kiss and it was lovely. Her mouth was open just a little and his lips lingered over hers. "Better!" Rosa said. "Yes, Momma," he replied, and blushed again. Jennie giggled. "See you later, when I'm off, Jen," he said. "Good," was her reply. "Take care of her, Momma," he said to Rosa. "I will, honey; God bless and you be careful today!" "Yes," Jennie echoed, "You be careful today." "Got to with such lovely women taking care of me," was his reply, as he left. They did indeed take care of Jennie. She'd never been bothered up until that point about the fact that she had no family anywhere near that area. Having Rosa, Momma Rosa, there was a huge comfort to her, as she was getting used to the new cast and moving around with it, once they allowed her. There was also the very strange effect of getting to know Sammy quite well. The process that is involved with the early dates between a couple began to happen in that hospital room during those few days of her convalescence. They settled into a comfort with each other, as they spoke about their lives, during the many hours off of work that he spent with her. By the time she was to go home, their unspoken commitment to each other had already occurred. It was a couple days later. They had just finished a meal, with Sammy bringing in something for him and his Mom, to companion Jennie, while she ate. Deedee McWilliams, the charge nurse came into the room. "Hey, girli," she said, entering with a smile. "See you still have your devoted care takers!" "I do!" Jennie said. "And they're both wonderful, having taken me under their wings, so to speak." "Well, we're about to throw your bones out of here," Deedee went on. "Goodie!" Jennie said with some enthusiasm. "You'll need a relative to be with you for a few days to help you out; you know, shower and to the bathroom and those kinds of things," Deedee went on. Jennie got a puzzled look on her face, and said: "I have a cousin in Cincinnati . . ." "Nonsense," Sammy said, breaking in, "I'll stay with her." "You will not!" Rosa broke in. "Did you hear the what the lovely nurse said? You two might be getting on like a house on fire but she's not ready to have you chaperone her to the bathroom yet. That's a job for a Momma. I'll stay with her." Jennie looked relieved immediately, Deedee grinned and winked at Sammy, who was also grinning and said: "Yes, Momma!" almost at the same time that Jennie said it. It caused all of them to laugh. But the deal was set. Rosa stayed with Jennie for the first four days, and helped her get oriented to getting around with the cast. They'd modified her cast to make it possible to walk around with it. It turned out to be a nuisance but not too much more. Sammy had also brought, during that initial time, some of her work from the office. It was that fourth day. Rosa and Jennie were having tea. "Well, sweetie," Rosa said, "I guess that you can get along without Momma now." Jennie struggled to her feet to hug the older, small woman. "I love you, Rosa," she said. "Thank you so much for caring for me." Rosa stroked Jennie's cheek and said: "You're so much like her, you know; please forgive me for saying so." "Like who?" Jennie asked. "His Jennie," Rosa said, "It's maybe what made him crazy about you to begin with but now it's gone way beyond that. Maybe I shouldn't tell you but it's just the truth." "Oh, thank you," Jennie said coloring, "and don't worry about the reference; I know how positive it is." "Well," Rosa continued, "I'm going to leave you to Sammy our reluctant dragon. You'd better plan your seduction because our sergeant is tiptoeing around as though he's walking on eggs and if he isn't careful, you'll break altogether." "Thank's for telling me, Rosa," Jennie said. "Well, don't you give that boy a chance," Rosa said next, "He's big but he needs the right encouragement just now. You're are physically so gorgeous; you can't fail, if you try. You just charge in there and show him what's in it for him. I know that you're aware of what's in it for you." Jennie giggled: "Momma Rosa, you're outrageous!" Rosa grinned and said: "I just don't want you to let him go! And I love you too much to lose you too." Jennie hugged her again and said: "Seduction it will be! He's coming over for a meal, after he works today. I'll get him then!" "You go, girl!" Rosa said, as she was heading for the door. "I love you, Momma Rosa," Jennie said, as Rosa got to the door. They shared one more hug and then Rosa was gone. Jennie wasn't just sure that she was equipped, clothes wise, for a 'seduction', as Rosa called it. She just decided that she would have to use what she had. Jennie greeted Sammy at the door at 11:20 PM that night, after he got there from work. "Here's my tired, man," Jennie said, going to him and wrapping herself around him. "My, my what a reception," he said grinning at Jennie before they kissed. When the kiss was broken off, he said: "You've been talking to Mom!" Jennie laughed and said: "Sammy Conte, you don't stand a chance against us!" He laughed too and said: "I know that and I surrender! Let's just do what you have in mind." "Well, sergeant," she went on, "What I have in mind is a shower for you and then dinner; after that we'll see!" "I like the 'we'll see' part especially," he said. "But the shower will be a treat." "You go one then," she said, pushing him toward the master bedroom and the shower. She waited what she thought was an appropriate amount of time and went to the bedroom herself. She was humming to herself and smiling, as she took off her jeans and tee shirt. She fixed a plastic bag to the cast on her ankle and left her sky blue panties on. She glanced in the mirror and said: "Only grannie, girl, but looking pretty snazzy!" Then she went into the bathroom, and looked at him in the shower. He was big and, she thought, very good looking. He had some scars that he'd accumulated from the job over the years. She opened the shower door and startled him: "Whaaaat?" he said and then, in a soft voice: "Oh, look at you!" "Sorry, sarge," she said, "This girl only has grannies but they'll have to do." "I love you in grannies!" he said softly, kissing her forehead. "And in anything else too! But they're wet now and now look at you!" "Like what you see, officer?" she wanted to know. "Oh, yes," he answered, "Dinner can wait." "Then here's what we'll do," she said, "I get to wash my policeman now, including that friend of yours that seems to want to come out and play! Then we're out of here and, when we dry off, I'm going to wet that friend, using a secret method that only I'm aware of and then I want it quick and dirty. Me bending over and you coming at me from behind. My big ass staring at you, winking at you and asking you to come out and play." "My, my, counselor, you have a way with words!"he said. "Thank you, officer," she replied taking a wash cloth and the soap. "And you have marvelous tits and a world class ass," he said next. She turned her back to him and wiggled her ass at him, saying: "You get to slap my ass just once! Just once right now! More later, maybe!" "Gee," he said, watching her ass wiggling, "You're pushing all of this poor Italian boy's buttons!" "Glad you noticed, Sammy; I'm your button pusher!" "That you are," he said, landing a large hand on her wet ass, the panties now completely transparent, with a loud splat, that made her jump and squeal. "Washing now," she cooed at him and began to wash him all over. "Getting personal," he said, as she turned him and began to wash his ass crack. "People have been this personal with me for days, so don't you complain, Sammy Conte!" she said, with mock severity. "Sorry, ma'am, do your worst!" he said then. "Or my best," she said, as she reached around and grabbed him by the cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned, "Outmaneuvered by a lawyer!" "Yes," she said, then: "Oh, Sammy, I've been looking forward to this and thinking about it. With my darn accident, we just got it all backwards some how, and this is so nice!" "Nice doesn't begin to describe it," he answered and then began to wash her, taking her panties off in the process, and then placing both of his big hands on her ass cheeks. "World class!" he whispered to her, pulling on her ass cheeks, and separating them. "We're playing are we?" she cooed back at him. "You bet," he said, "Don't have something like this to play with every day!" "Better not!" she shot back at him with a grin. Then they progressed. They were out of the shower, and drying off, and she hung up the towels and said: "Secret method coming now!" She knelt and took the head of his cock in her mouth. "What a position to have a lawyer in!" he said, grinning. "Now, sergeant," she reasoned with him, "Do you really want to say such things, when I have my teeth on your pecker?" "Sorry, counselor," he said humbly. She moved her mouth off of his prick and spun him around: "Immediate retribution!" she said and bit his ass. He jumped and made a surprised noise. "Oh, I like that noise!" she said, "Now back to my secret method of wetting a cock." "Secret, yes!" he crooned to her as she took the length of his prick into her mouth, wetting it totally. Then she was up and she turned around and said: "Now, Sammy! I promise you to make love to you forever, for as long as you wish but I've waited, we've waited, and I want to be fucked now! First time! Down and dirty! Here's the target, Sammy!" She bent over from the waist as she said this. Sammy Conte whistled and said: "Look at the ass on this woman! Look at the ass on my woman! Here I come, Jen!" With that he moved into place and his cock slid into her pussy and she backed up a bit, making throat noises and Sammy began to do as she wished, fucking her there in the bathroom. It was certainly elemental! Furious! Loud! (His thighs were making a smacking sound against her ass cheeks, as he repeatedly pushed in and out of her pussy, with her wailing away and encouraging every move.) "Ohhhhhhh, Sammy! It's never been like this!" she wailed. He reached down in front of her and grasped her by the nipples and pulled. It was the last straw for her. She made fairly an animal noise and she came, hunching against him, slapping her ass against his thighs, making noises that could only be described as 'rutting' noises. When they were both done, he held onto her so that she shouldn't simply slide to the floor. He disengaged from her and scooped her up in his arms, kissing her fervently, as he took her to the bed to lie down with her: "Gorgeous assed woman! Fuckin' amazing woman! Sink yourself into me, woman, Jen, my Jen!" "Oh, thank you for that, Sammy! Thank you!" she said as they spooned on the bed, clinging together and were silent for a time. At one point she turned to him, putting her head against his shoulder and said softly: "Sammy Conte, I was never, ever a gal for romance. I had a career track and earnestly worked at it. I've told myself for decades, it seems, that all that grunting and flesh pounding was hardly worth it anyway, but that's because I never encounter Sammy Conte! You are just sweeping this girl off her feet." He kissed her forehead and she continued: "I know that big time lawyers don't cry but I'm afraid, Sammy, that I'm going to. This was wonderful. It was the culmination of all of that care and concern that you and your wonderful Momma have shown." And she did; she cried into his shoulder. When she was finished with her emotional response to what they'd just been for each other, he said: "Don't tell Momma that I made you cry or she'll kill me!" That made Jennie laugh. She looked up at him and he was grinning down at her and kissed the tears from her cheeks. "Dinner, sergeant?" she asked. "Ready, counselor; oops! Don't have a robe." She had a short white silk robe and gave him a longer, not too long still, red one, and then went for the dinner that she'd prepared. It was a lasagna. They ate in companionable silence for a bit and then settled in to talk. "How long have you lived here?" he asked. "Oh, this apartment, just about forever!" she said. "I always have promised myself that I'd buy a house. I have saved for it even but never have gotten around to it." He was silent for a bit and finally said to her, in a ver soft voice: "Why don't we buy one together?" "What?" she asked, a bit wide eyed. "I said. . ." he began and she interrupted. "I heard you, Sammy, I'm just a bit overwhelmed," was her answer. "Well," he said, "It shouldn't be too hard, after all my Mom has been living here for the past few days teaching you how to wipe your butt and not fall off the john." He was laughing as soon as he finished saying it, when she launched herself at him. "Gonna bit you, Sammy, gonna bite you!" she growled, crawling into his lap and getting his ear lobe between her teeth. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" he wailed, laughing still. She settled down in his lap then and said: "And the answer is 'yes'." "Yes?" he asked. "Yes!" she reaffirmed. "It seems like it's time for us, Sammy. We don't need to make life long decisions just yet but living together would be, will be such a treat." "Oh, yes," he said, "Isn't that the truth!" "Let me clean up here and then bed time," she said. "No, we'll clean up and then bed time," he responded. They were at the sink and she turned to him, before the wash up. Running Into Trouble "I like the way that you look in my red robe!" she said. "I like the way you look in and out of your white robe!" he countered. "I'm going to risk making a fool of myself, Sammy," she began, an earnest look on her face, gazing up at him. "Yes, love?" he asked. "I love you, Sammy! I do! I don't know how to explain this short time, intense time and how it's come about but I do!" she said, still gazing up at him. "Yes, Jen, lovely Jen, I love you too! It's overwhelming!" he said, "Besides, if we didn't love each other, Momma would kill us both!" That made her giggle and him laugh but the laughter was cut off by a kiss. It was long and promising of things that would come for them later. She looked into his face then and said: "Thank you for taking such good care of me, Sammy!" "Of course, I need to take good care of you, you're my Jen!" he said softly. "Yes, I am that," she responded, kissing him again. "And I know that your saying that is infused with love that spans her life and death as well as my own and our own, and I like that." "Ohhh," was his only reply before they kissed again. The dishes were done and she said to him, with a smile: "Spend the night?" "Spend the night!" he affirmed. "House shopping?" she asked. "Lovely idea!" was his reply, as he grabbed her up in his arms, getting a mew of pleasure from her, and carried her to the bed room. The robes were hung up and they stood naked against one another for their next kiss. "Last time was claim," he said, "This is the one for love." "Oh, yes, Sammy!" she said, and kissed him again. "Ohh," he sighed, "Feel the richness of you!" As he said this, he placed both of his hands on her ass cheeks, playing with them, bouncing them, separating them. "Having fun, officer?" she asked. "You're more fun than a barrel of monkeys!" he laughed. "Yes, and they have skinny asses, and I don't!" was her reply. "I guess not," he said, and turned her around. "Whaaaat?" she said surprised. "Quiet, woman!" he said, kissing and nipping at her ass cheeks. As he kept his lips kissing her ass cheeks, he extended one hand and put it over the hair of her pussy mound. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she sighed, as he began to rasp his tongue up and down the length of her ass crack. "Ohhh, Sammy!" she said, her arms reaching around to get a grip on his head or his hair, as he forced his tongue into her ass crack, and poked a finger into her pussy. "Oh, yes, Oh, yes," she said loudly, "I'm his; I belong to this man! This man who's doing these lovely things to me. I'm just his!!!!!!" He continued his stimulation, his tongue at her ass and one hand at her pussy and then one hand tweaking a nipple, until he had her shaking and almost yelling her passion for him. He finally brought her to an orgasm and he held onto her as she literally shook everywhere with the force of it. Then she began to ask, to beg: "Come to me, Sammy, into me, Sammy! Make . . .make a baby with me, Sammy!" she cried. He had her on the bed, with him on top of her immediately. He penetrated her and she just kept up her lovely noise. He kissed her and said directly into her mouth: "Really? A baby?" "Really, Sammy," she said, building for another orgasm. "Do me, Sammy; do me now!" "A baby, then marry me!" he said. "Yes, yes, I will!" she said, tears springing to her eyes. Then he continued the love making. In another minute, he grabbed her around the waist and spun her around, getting a surprised kind of yell from her, and ended up having her straddling him. "Oh this is fine!" she crowed, leaning down so that the tips of her nipples could be reached by his lips. "So fine!" She repeated. "Fine! Fine! Fine!" She was clutching at his erect cock, inside of her, with the walls of her vagina and brought him off with her moving around on top of him. He just put his head back, with his eyes closed, and groaned through his fulfillment, pulling her down on top of him, as he came, so that he could mouth a nipple. They lay in that position for many minutes. She opened her eyes and said: "Sammy, did you mean that? Was that for real or was that only the passion talking?" Sammy Conte grinned at her: "Never more sure of anything in my life!" "Making a baby!" she sang out in a sing-song voice. "Just making a baby with Sammy my love!" She thought and said: "Oh, I guess we need to tell Momma Rosa!" "We'd better!" he said, "Right away. How about tomorrow morning. See if we can lure her out for breakfast to tell her?" "Lovely," she said, "Now you lie here and I'm going to clean you up." She went off to fetch a wash cloth and towel. When she had him washed up, she came back and snuggled into bed with him, clinging to him, her arm around his waist and her pubic hair scraping along the cheeks of his ass. "I love you, Sammy Conte!" she whispered. "Jennie, my Jennie," he said, "That turns the lights on in my world." She woke sometime during the middle of the night and was a bit disoriented. Then she realized that it was Sammy who was in bed with her, and she sighed a great sigh, as she opened her eyes. The moon light was streaming into the room, and she saw him watching her, staring at her. "Hi, Sammy!" she said stretching. "What time is it?" she looked at the clock and said: "This girl is flattered to get such attention at this time in the morning." His answer was to sweep the covers off of both of them, showing her wonderful nakedness and his erection. "Oh, Sammy," she cooed to him, "Can I have that even in the middle of the night." He smiled and said a soft: "Yes!" "Oh, Sammy," she said, "This has never really been me but it is now. I want to be your sex object. I want you to make demands and make me do things and make me your girl! Rub that big things in my face and make me take it in my mouth. Use dirty names for me, I don't care, I love you and I am so in lust with you! Anything is the name of the game for me." He hunched up in the bed until he was kneeling by her head and said, in a fierce whisper: "Open your mouth, bitch!" Jennie giggled: "Is the officer looking for his cock sucker?" "Yes," he said, rubbing his erect cock around her face, "She must be right around here somewhere. I know I didn't misplace her." She opened her mouth after saying: "Here I am officer; you get to gag the lawyer!" "What a concept!" he said and then he hastened on to: "And no biting!" She flashed him a view of her pearly white teeth and said: "Sammy, I love you; you get to gag this girl." With that she took his cock into her mouth and began to suck on the head. Knowing what she was asking for this time, he grabbed her by the hair and pushed his cock into her mouth, to the back of her throat. She did gag, and he chuckled. She flashed her eyes at him, watching him all the while. He backed off a bit but then hunched his hips forward and came forward into her mouth again, a little farther this time, until she gagged again and drooled. "Messy cock sucker!" he said softly and she shook her head a little to indicate 'yes' in agreement. All the while Jennie was sucking furiously on his insistent cock. Sammy got a rhythm and Jennie was able gradually to take more and more of him, farther and farther into her mouth before the gag reflex cut in. Finally he said, in a strangled voice: "Coming now!" and filled Jennie's mouth with his cum. She took it all in, and then, mouth clamped closed, pushed him over onto his back, spitting out the cum onto his stomach. She looked up at him and made eyes at him, and began to lick up the mess she'd made on his stomach, until she'd taken it all back into her mouth and swallowed it. "Jennie Salton," he whispered, "You're a walk on the wild side!" "Glad to have you in my world, Sammy Conte!" she responded and hugged him. She got tissues and cleaned his stomach up and then took his cock into her mouth again, this time to wash it. They snuggled down for the night, spooning. He woke first the next morning at about 7 AM. She was snuggled up against him, pressing her marvelous ass against his thighs. He reached a hand down softly and found his way to her pussy. She was already partially wet and he played covertly with her pussy until he had her as wet as he needed. He got from her only the soft moans of sleep and dreams, as he prepared her. When he was ready, he carefully inserted his cock inside of her and clasped her to himself. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she said loudly, "What a wake up call! You can stay the night often!" Sammy bit the back of her neck and then her ear lobe, getting squeals into her pillow from her. "Fuckin' my babe here!" he whispered to her. "Oh, yes, that's it, that's it, fuck me, Sammy!" she sighed back to him, moving her hips into his rhythm. The two of them came and settled down together for another few minutes. "Coffee?" she asked. "Yes, please," he said to her. "Polite Sammy!" she quipped, getting out of bed. "Rosa'd beat me if I weren't!" he answered. "Love to see that little scene," she said giggling and went to him, kneeling down and taking his cock into her mouth. "Gonna clean my friend here and then coffee!" she said. Epilogue: Rosa came for breakfast that morning. When she got there, and saw the two of them smiling, she said: "Well don't you two look like the cats that ate the cream!" She gave Sammy a hard look and said: "Did you treat her right?" "Yes, Momma," he said, as Jennie laughed. "Better!" Rosa said. Then she turned to Jennie who held up her hands and said the "Yes, Momma," before being asked, and Sammy laughed. They settled down at the table and Rosa said: "Okay, talk to me." It was Jennie who spoke up: "Rosa," she said softly, "I want you to be my matron of honor!" "What?" Rosa said with some surprise. "He asked me to marry him," Jennie said and then the two were hugging, and then Rosa gave Sammy a hug. The wedding was set and occurred in four months time. Rosa was the matron of honor. With Jennie's ankle settling down, she gradually worked her way back into running. They did their running together. One of the first times that they were out to run, when Jennie was finally fit again for it, during the limber and stretch period, Sammy said to her: "I want you to run a little ahead of me for the first block or so." "Sammy Conte," Jennie said giggling, "You just want to look at my ass!" He grinned, and she stretched one more time, only this time with her ass, covered in the black lycra running pants, toward him. "Oh, yes," he said, "That's what we're fighting for!" "Now you take care of me," Jennie said, "You know how many nasty things have already happened to me here." "I promise, love!" he said, "Lets run." "And you oggle!" she quipped. "It's what I do best!" he said. "No it isn't," she replied, "I've been there, I know!" and she began the run. "Look at the ass on her," Sammy said a few paces behind her. At that point, Jennie made sure that she wiggled her ass specially for him. "Siren!" he said. "You noticed," was her reply. They were married within the four month period. Jennie continued her work, now as a full partner of the firm. Their lives were blessed with little Rosa, and then little Jennie and finally little Sam, who always said that he wanted to be a policeman like his dad, Captain Conte. The End. Running into Trouble J This morning I went for a jog. I'm not a super-fit runner type, far from it but occasionally after a big meal or a few to many glasses of wine I feel the need to pay a penance. I was a bit pushed for time so i quickly put on my sports bra (when I'm jogging I envy women with small boobs), kept on the knickers I'd worn to bed the night before, pulled on some dark grey shorts – loose and baggy; I don't do tight lycra – and a rather snug fitting rugby-style top (it must have shrunk). As I bent forward to put on my socks and tie up my laces I was aware of the pressure on my bladder but it wasn't so bad that I couldn't wait and distracted by the less than pleasing sight of my pale flabby thighs. I set off. I plodded out onto the pavements. Little tip here for you – I don't recommend running on an fullish bladder. I began to feel it swishing up and down. Luckily less than half a mile from home is a park. It was early but there were other joggers, more serious ones than me, plus dog walkers. In a TV police drama one of us would have found a body – it's always a jogger or a dog walker! I began a circuit of the park. Halfway round I realised I had misjudged my need to pee. I ducked behind a tree. I waited while a male jogger zoomed past. Behind the tree I took a deep breath. I knew i had to go. I debated my options and decided to have a quick pee and then try to get home. I was worried about getting them wet, so i pulled down my shorts and knickers, right down to my ankles before stepping out of them. Holding them in my left hand I squatted down and, feeling very naughty, began to pee. I was feeling great as the hot stream hit the ground, so very naughty. It sounded so loud. "Morning love, caught short eh?" I was so shocked it would have wet my-self if I hadn't already been peeing. It was a man, older than me, holding a leash while his dog, some sort of Labrador, sniffed about. I vaguely recognized him. He stood and stared, showing no signs of leaving as the flow of my pee ended.. I blushed deeply. He was looking at my pussy more than my face; I blushed some more. "Yes I just couldn't make it home," was my reply. Finished I stepped away from the damp earth, still bottomless, when suddenly the dog bounded over and in typical dog style began sniffing my knickers and shorts. i waved them trying to discourage him. He barked, grabbed them with his teeth and ran off. "Get them back!" I yelled. The man smiled and said he would try but he doubted that he'd catch him quickly. I shivered behind the tree for a bit. I began to suspect that was the last I'd seen of the knickers and shorts. My top didn't cover much of me even when I pulled it right down. I began to panic. How was I going to get home? I looked out from behind the tree. No one in sight. With what little dignity I could muster I began to jog again. It was awful. I was mortified as each jogger passed me. Some laughed but others passed comments too but the worst was yet to come. A couple of men, about half my age began hassling me. They circled round me, touching my ass and trying to feel my pussy. I was trying to get away, when I heard barking. It was the Labrador and he barked and growled at the men until they ran off. The owner came running up, rather out of breath. "Thank you!" "Well now I think you owe me more than just a thank you. " His tone was slightly sinister. I cringed. "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "Follow me" he said leading me into the bushes. "I think a blow job will do nicely. Assuming you want your clothes back?" I knelt down and unzipped his trousers. His cock small and smelly was already hard. I cupped his balls and then squeezed very tightly and bit down on his cock. He yelled and dropped my shorts. I grabbed them and ran off pulling them on as I ran. I have never run so fast and have never been so pleased to be home.