This began as a 200-word writing exercise based on a random magazine cartoon and influenced by an old joke. Too short to publish, I allowed it to expand itself and broach several categories - humor, exhibitionism, reluctance, bi-sex, First times and brush against loving wives. Not all VD stories are happy and romantic. As lonely Lisa’s story unfolds, we sense this is one of those. Isn’t it?
And so it begins...
“But, I didn’t call for help. I’m OK,” insisted grocery bag laden Lisa. Officer John noted her disheveled and torn clothes, gleaming flaxen hair and overall embarrassment, but persisted. His silent partner, Janet, noticed and lustily appreciated the swelling in her partner’s slacks as his eyes locked on the woman’s bust. She had tits that could float a yacht! Janet was jealous.
“A good Samaritan witnessed your assault and called 911 to help you. Can you describe the incident, m’am, your assailant and his weapon,” and soto voce, “to our improv sketch artist?” he grinned, ribbing, but meaning no real disrespect to the artist who arrived late to the call.
Lovely Lisa blushed crimson thru her thick makeup and gently put down her groceries. Forty years young, shapely and pretty, if she had to say so herself since she had no one to compliment her, she couldn’t understand why men didn’t ask her out or even try for a meaningless one-night stand. It never occurred to her that the thick layers of caked on and contrasty clown makeup was a turn OFF not a turn ON and made her look aged well beyond her years. Frequent shopping for one was her solitary social outing and nearly daily dating tactic. As unsuccessful as that was, it was all she had.
Today was special, damn it! She had established her own Valentine’s Day tradition by including a single rose in her shopping. Ever since she’d dumped her deadbeat husband six years ago, after a four-year loveless marriage, she celebrated her freedom on VD. She shopped! Her special, annual meal began with a crimson table cloth, a triple candle representing me-myself-and I, her finest silverware and china and her solitary rose in a narrow, solitaire crystal vase. She always chose a thick, bloody rare prime rib that she trimmed to heart shape with a side of pale wax beans. A dark Merlot in her best crystal glass suited her taste for blood red reminders of her dead marriage and was well matched to the heart-shaped candy HE never gave her, but she now enjoyed. A nudge from the male cop, “Umm m’am?” broke her agitated reverie and reminded her of her special day’s violation and the forbidden encounter she’d encouraged.
“Well, umm... “ she gulped, “I was grocery shopping and used the ATM in the store and well, ... I guess I was flattered and distracted by the obvious attention from a young man, about twenty-five, fair skin, handsome, full and short beard, your height. I noticed him following me so I umm, guess I teased him a little with a little extra hip sway, so it wasn’t ALL his fault. I umm, turned into an alley and he came up close behind me, grabbed me around my chest, my um, breast actually, and menacingly whispered ‘Give me the $200 you just withdrew and ALL your money!’
“Well, I was stunned to stoney silence, my hands full of bagged groceries; I was afraid to drop my eggs. I felt something hard pressed against my rear and wasn’t sure what it was.” That was an obvious lie that didn’t escape the police. “He told me to spread my arms and legs then began searching my pockets, purse and bags. When he found nothing but a few dollars, he lifted my dress, felt up my legs and against my umm, ahh pussy, pulled down my panties and umm, searched ouu, you know, in-side me, deeply.”
Officer Janet pointed to a bright yellow, torn mini bikini on a pile of trash bags and asked, “Are those frilly panties yours?” Lisa turned her eyes down, nodded yes and blushed adorably.
“He ripped my top open and tore my bra down to my waist then searched my clothes and lifted my, umm ah titties, squeezed them and pulled my nipples. I don’t think he was just searching anymore since his slacks were, umm tenting,” she not-too-subtly eyed the cop’s cock surge. “He ripped my bra apart. See?” She hesitated briefly, looked around at the building crowd and pulled her blouse out of her skirt then pushed it off her shoulders to brazenly show her torn bra at her waist and big, bare, sun-lit tits to the officers and all other interested parties. The sketch artist took a photo then asked her to raise the bra to her ribs so he could document the torn cups and broken straps. She held it just below her hardened nipples and allowed close up photos of the bra and her bared, drooping tits. She suppressed a giggle then sighed at the sight of HIS slacks tenting. He turned back to the witness for more details.
The male cop’s cock throbbed to the delight of his partner, and lovely Lisa. Smiling slyly with her swaying tits and hard nipples bared to police, witnesses and immobile pedestrians alike she continued, “I have to say it was QUITE the experience! He wouldn’t believe that I only withdrew the $40 he found in my bra and demanded the $200 or he was going to rape me. I gasped and he unzipped and threatened me with his ‘10 inch weapon’. Well when he pulled it out, it was very hard not to laugh at what was actually a snub nose 4 inch derringer.”
Suppressing his laughter, the cop looked at his partner who was hiding her guffaw and tears with her hand, “And what did you then, m’am?”
“Well, I offered him a check for $160 if he would search me, DEEPLY again. I told you I didn’t call for help!”
Janet coughed to hide her laugh then asked Lisa, “Would you mind if we took a look under here,” she slipped her baton under Lisa’s skirt and began lifting it, “to umm, confirm your assertion about the panties?” John looked at her quizzically as she knelt before Lisa. “M’am, please hold your skirt up for us. Higher. Yes m’am, that’s fine. John, take a look at this.” She watched his cock dance as he knelt at her side. “Please spread your legs farther.” Lisa noticed several phone cams pointing at her and zooming in to her blonde bush and gaping pussy. She smiled and blushed at more action than she’d had in six years.
Officer John pointed to a fresh scratch, just reddening, but not bleeding. “Looks like your assailant might have left some DNA,” he remarked as he moved his face closer to her glistening, pristine pussy, inhaled her sweet scent and spread the small strip of skin between her scratch and her bearded clam. “Jane would you get the preservation tape from the cruiser, thanks? M’am please keep your skirt up and away from this evidence. Did he rub your pubes above your umm, vulva too? No? Good. You don’t dye your bush to match your flaxen hair, do you? Great, that makes this much more reliable. Is this a tattoo or a bruise?” He stroked the red, heart shape that infringed on her hairy bush and stroked past it, nearly to her swelling little pearl.
“Oh, umm, that’s a tattoo I got many years ago. No one’s supposed to see it! It’s not important, but I’ll tell you about it if you like, someday,” she commented slyly.
He ran his fingers thru her curly blonde pubes not realizing that his partner, Janet, was behind him and watching him stroke the naked victim. When Janet saw him apply enough pressure to displace her clit, her heart raced and Lisa gasped. Her eyes closed, her face flushed and her tits became blotchy as she shuddered in her first orgasm at the hands of another in so many years. All of this caught on multiple phones, including the sketch artist who took close up photos from many angles. Was her pussy glistening, he wondered?
Janet tore off a large strip of preservation tape. “This tape will prevent losing any DNA while we bring you to a hospital for a rape kit.” Both officers were still on their knees, admiring and inhaling Lisa’s arousal up close when their radio went off and called them to a store robbery. “Oops, we have to respond to this call since we are essentially done here.” Janet tore more of the gentle tape and pressed it against Lisa’s wild bush in several strips. She needlessly rubbed each strip as she applied it or let John rub it as she tore more tape. “Take a look at the sketch of the suspect and see if you can add anything.”
Officer John added, “We can recover the tape, collect any other evidence and avoid the hospital if you go straight home and don’t change or clean up.” John felt her rigid clit thru the tape as it swelled as he rubbed it. She climaxed again! Both officers smiled at each other as John adjusted his cock and Janet slyly rubbed her clit. John was so tempted to lick the wet, enchanting pussy so near him, but instead he offered, “We have your address. Why don’t we come collect the evidence after this call?” He rubbed the last piece of tape across her thickened labia and rushed off. The sketch artist was consulting with her, her skirt still held high, as Janet pulled the cruiser past her. Office John shouted to the still nude and exposed woman, “You can put your clothes back on, but don’t shower or clean up until we recover the evidence.”
Siren blasting, Janet asked John, “Can you believe she fell for that tape bullshit? I think she knows better and just wanted to expose herself and get felt up in public.” John laughed then grunted when she reached over to squeeze and ‘adjust’ his obvious arousal.
======= two hours later ======
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