Allen's Neighbor
Copyright© 2024 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 15: A New Role
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 15: A New Role - In a small Rocky Mountain town, Allen wakes to flames in his bedroom window. Cedar Grove has a brand new 1954-model Fire Truck, but fire destroys his neighbor Kitty's home and business. She's fled to his back door in a flimsy nightgown soaked with icy slush. Within an hour, she's dry, naked, and sharing his bed for, ah, warmth. A romantic story with frequent sex, danger, some military history, and even a surprise pregnancy.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Crime Historical Tear Jerker Workplace Cheating Anal Sex Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Big Breasts Size Violence
The first thing Dennis recognized in the morning was a soft hand stroking his erect cock.
“Shirley?”
“No, I’m also wiped out from yesterday’s flight. I found a housekeeper out in the hall and tipped her $20.”
His eyes flew open, but she was teasing him. Her naked chest and face in his line of sight proved they were alone.
“You’re so naughty, I ought to spank you. Oh, stop grinning. I know you’d enjoy my hands on your rump.”
After leaning down and kissing him sweetly, she had some instructions.
“Sweetie, go pee and wash your cock so I can blow you. Then we’ll dress and go downstairs for breakfast, since it’s already 8:30.”
“After three weeks in Hawaii, aren’t you tired of me yet?”
“Of you? A tiny bit. Of your dick? Impossible.”
“You DO want a spanking. Don’t make me chase you around this hotel room.”
After her well-deserved spanking and a few swallows of his slippery milk, Shirley looked for an outfit in her luggage. He walked to the window and pushed open the curtains. At first impression, he imagined some kind of gauzy white curtains still covered the glass. But then he realized he was seeing only fog.
“Dennis, you’re standing in the window without panties, I mean, underwear.”
“In this crazy fog I have total privacy. We’re on the nineteenth floor, and I can’t even see down to the sidewalk.”
“Enough! I’m hungry; put some clothes on, or I will go downstairs without you. Remember, our plane to Denver leaves at two o’clock!”
Wearily, the couple walked off the plane and started scanning the crowd behind the chain-link fence looking for a familiar face. They found Kitty and Allen with welcoming smiles. Shockingly, Allen was wearing a deputy sheriff’s uniform just like the one Dennis wore.
“Kitty, did you go into Shirley’s house and hijack one of my uniforms? Allen, impersonating an officer is a crime.”
Wordlessly, he pointed to the fabric name tag above his shirt pocket. Instead of “D. YORK,” Dennis saw “A. LEWIS.”
Kitty told him, “Don’t worry, we’ll explain on the way home. Let’s get your bags, and I packed the car with some nibbles for you as well.”
Driving south from Denver on US 85 was relatively smooth and straight. Everyone was comfortable and Allen was able to easily drive and talk. He explained that Sheriff Brown needed to recruit a retired deputy, Hubert Zane, from the county seat to cover for Dennis.
Allen discovered Zane was commuting back and forth to Cedar Grove over high snowy passes. He called the sheriff with a proposal: deputize Allen as a probationary peace officer under Zane’s supervision until Dennis was back and ready for duty.
Sheriff Brown readily agreed to Allen’s proposal, and now Zane was only commuting three days each week. Allen admitted that he wanted to be out working and being useful, instead of lazing around the house reading ten-day-old copies of the Wall Street Journal.
“Ultimately, Dennis, you’ll be on a more reasonable work schedule instead of the 56 hours per week you’ve needed to be on patrol. We could do 32 hours each, maybe.”
“I don’t know, Allen, this seems like...”
From the back seat, Shirley interrupted, in a stern tone.