His Nasty Little Pussy

FILTHY WITH THE SEXY OLDER COP

HANNAH

I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this! I’ve fantasized about watching Officer Keane, my unbelievably sexy neighbor, for months. This is the first night I’ve ever dared to do it, though. Maybe it’s because I turned 18 last week. I don’t know. Does spying on your sexy cop neighbor count as an adult decision? My pussy tells me it does. Of course, my pussy is also the reason I climbed the massive tree that separates our properties and is now straddling a branch at 11 p. m. trying to get a peek at my neighbor. Maybe I should start listening to my brain more.

Hearing a car door shut, I tighten my grip on the branch. My heart races while I wait for the lights to turn on in his house. I chose this branch in particular because it will give me the best view of his workout room. My parents are good friends with him, and I’ve been filing away every little bit of information on him for as long as I can remember. I’m obsessed with him. I know he always works out after his shift is over. He says it helps him relieve stress. I’m hoping the view of him will help me relieve some of my stress, too, because my pussy has been working in overdrive lately. He’s all I can think about, and I need some fucking relief before I go batshit crazy.

It doesn’t take long before I see a light come on in his kitchen, and I get my first glimpse of Officer Aiden Keane himself. God, he looks so fucking sexy in his uniform. I don’t know what the hell all that stuff does that he wears; I just know it looks good on him. Aiden works out a lot, and it shows. His biceps strain at the fabric of his uniform, and I watch fascinated as he unbuckles his heavy-looking belt and sets it on the counter, followed by his shoulder mic, and then unbuttons his dark blue uniform shirt and tosses it next to everything else. He’s wearing a tight white t-shirt that’s doing nothing to help my already maxed-out sexual frustration meter. He untucks it, giving me a brief, delicious glimpse of tight, toned abs.

He kicks off his black work boots and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. I watch as he tilts his head back, guzzling it down. I wish I could run my hands over his short dark hair, the stubble coming in on his cheeks from too many hours since his morning shave, and I’d love to run my fingers over all that hard muscle. It’s impossible to see the deep green of his eyes from here, but I can imagine it easily. I’ve ogled him enough to have every detail of him fully memorized, including that sexy scar he has running down one cheek. It’s a faint silvery line that’s barely noticeable when he has enough stubble, but I know it’s there. I’ve imagined licking a line up lineup times that I bet I could easily find it with all the lights out.

When he’s done with the water, he disappears down the hall. Unfortunately, I don’t have a view of his bedroom, but my sadness about that immediately goes away when I see the light come on in the room he converted into a home gym. I instinctively squeeze my legs a little tighter around the thick branch I’m straddling. Aiden has switched to a pair of gym shorts and has lost the shirt entirely. My eyes rake over his well-defined body. It isn’t the crazy big body of a bodybuilder or pro wrestler. It’s more lean, toned perfection. He is a tapestry of beautifully defined muscle, and I want to run my tongue and pussy all over those peaks and grooves.

There’s a nice cool breeze tonight, so he opens the window before he begins to lift weights. All I’m wearing is my pajama bottoms and a thin tank. Probably not the best tree-climbing apparel, but I thought if I went back and changed clothes I’d chicken out and end up not going through with it.

As Aiden works up a nice sheen of sweat, I start to grind my pussy against the big piece of wood between my legs. It’s not entirely ideal, but I’m so revved up from thinking about Aiden that I could probably get myself off with just about anything right now. Thank god the bark is at least smooth. The branch I’m on is thick enough that both my nipples scrap against it as I start to grind harder against it. My breaths start coming faster as I feel myself getting closer. Aiden is working his back now, and I focus on those ridiculously kissable lips of his and think about him burying his thick cock deep inside me, taking my virginity, and claiming me as his. I grab onto the branch next to me and hold on for dear life when I start to cum.

Pleasure rips over me as I move my hips even faster. I bite my lip to keep from screaming, but a few muffled moans manage to sneak by. I’m still riding out my orgasm when I hear a loud crack shatter the silence of the night. I watch horrified as the branch I had been grasping snaps and falls to the ground nearly taking me with it.

My heart is racing so fast that I think I might have a heart attack. I freeze, fingers digging into the branch I’m still straddling, and give a tentative look back at the house. Aiden isn’t in the room. My eyes scan the house, but I can’t see him anywhere. I’m just about to try and shimmy down and sneak back into my house when I hear Aiden’s back door open.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Oh, fuck!

I make myself as small as possible, trying desperately to remember if there’s a particular Saint who specializes in nefarious situations. My mind draws a blank, so instead I focus on slowing down my breathing and remaining frozen. I should have been prepared for a high-powered flashlight. I really should have been. He is a cop, after all. This thing is like turning on the sun, and I give a small, pathetic groan because I know there’s no way in hell he’s not going to see me up here straddling his fucking tree.

I hear his footsteps approaching, but I’m way too embarrassed to look down at him. I keep my cheek pressed firmly against the bark not caring if it scratches the hell out of my face. I give a soft, defeated groan when I hear his deep voice.

“Hannah? Is that you?”

I hold still and remain silent for about ten extremely awkward seconds in the hopes that by some miracle he’ll just walk away, and we can pretend this never happened. When that doesn’t happen, I squeak out an answer.

“Um, hi, Officer Keane.”

His flashlight is still aimed at me, so I can’t see his expression yet, but the amusement in his voice is painfully obvious.

“What are you doing in a tree? You know it’s nearly midnight, right?” When I don’t immediately offer an answer, he adds, “Come on down from there,” and he’s using his cop voice now, which makes my pussy throb back to life, but it also has me hurrying to obey.

“Well,” I start to say as I grip the branch even tighter and start to shimmy down, but before I can say anything else, my foot slips from the branch, and I’m left hanging. My feet sway uselessly beneath me while my hands cling to the branch in a terrified grip.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” I chant as I sway, trying to not think about how high up I am and how bad it would hurt to fall.

I hear Aiden’s voice from below me.

“Just relax, Hannah.”

The steady, reassuring tone of his voice instantly calms me down enough so that I’m quiet and not swaying quite so crazily.

He grabs onto my bare foot. “See? You’re not as high up as you think. Just go ahead and let go. I’ve got you.”