Chapter 2

Hamish and I quickly got in the car to escape Mr Security Guard. “Let’s go, Hamish. I want to feel your cock in me,” I garbled. Hamish drove to our favourite spot, a secluded section of Rossmoyne, where you could park on the grass that overlooked the river with few streetlights and next to no traffic using the road. He rubbed my thigh, occasionally stroking my crotch as he drove, as my womanly secretions leaked into my already-soaked panties.

As soon as we arrived, Hamish leaned over, kissed me and lowered the back of my chair until I was almost lying down. One hand rubbed up and down my thigh as the other gently squeezed my tit through my dress.

Our passion was high, and our kissing became frantic as Hamish pushed my dress around my waist and rubbed his fingers up and down my pussy. He groaned as I unfastened his pants and began to jerk his cock that felt as hard as steel.

Hamish broke our kiss and lifted my dress up my body, and then I raised my arms, allowing him to take it off me. My stiff nipples hardened further as the cool night air made them ache, longing to be sucked and played with. I lay in my panties as he looked me up and down, his eyes full of wanton lust.

“Oh, fuck, Izzy. You look like a sex goddess wearing satin panties. I love seeing you wearing them.”

Our passion was high as I lowered Hamish’s pants and jocks down to his knees. He fell forward and sucked on my right boob while he rolled my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then slowly, teasingly, slid his free hand down my belly, going under the waistband of my panties until he found my freshly trimmed muff.

Hamish rubbed his fingers up and down my increasingly wet slit, and I let out several appreciative moans as he pleasured my most intimate parts. Hamish slipped one, then a second finger into my pussy, and slowly finger fucked me. I frantically reached for his cock, but he arched his back, not letting me touch it.

My hips gyrated as Hamish drove me towards my orgasm. His thumb rubbed my clit as he increased the speed of fingering me. I raised and lowered my hips. “Oh ... oh ... oh,” I moaned as I climaxed.

Once I had recovered from my climax, Hamish hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, and I raised my hips off the car seat, allowing him to remove them.

He ran his fingers over my freshly shaped bush. He couldn’t see in the dim light but could feel his way as he traced his fingers around the edge of my Bermuda triangle. “Mmmm, I love your bush,” Hamish hoarsely whispered while he pushed his pants and jocks down to his ankles and lay on me, kissing me longingly, with his hard-as-steel-cock leaking precum onto my belly.

We kissed and cuddled while Hamish played with my boobs, occasionally running his fingers through my wet pussy lips. I spread my legs as wide as I could in the confines of the car. Hamish moved so he was in the footwell of the passenger’s seat, and he kissed his way down my body until he came across my swollen labia, licking my lips before spreading them with his thumbs and lapping my womanly secretions.

I was in heaven when Hamish licked my clit and put two fingers up my pussy. His tongue teased my clit mercilessly, licking and sucking on my shiny pearl. I thrust my hips into his face as another orgasm was about to leave me a moaning wreck when he pulled away, leaving me on edge.

“Hamish, please let me cum, pleeeease don’t tease.”

When Hamish put his face back against my muff, I quickly put my hands at the back of his head, not allowing him to pull back. His licking became frantic, and I was moaning all the time now. “Yes, yes. I’m cumming,” I screamed at the same time there were several sharp knocks on my side window.

I was out of it, off on my planet of ecstasy. The knocks became insistent and more demanding. Hamish squatted between my legs as I looked out of the window. Shit! Busted big time, two cops were looking in. Hamish lowered the window. Darkness turned to day as the car filled with two bright torch lights. Showing off my nakedness and Hamish’s rapidly shrinking cock.

“Sir, Ms. Sergeant Tom Croydon, Cann ... Isabel!” he shouted.

Oh, shit. I’m in the manure, and the only question is, how deep? How can I get out of this? I thought. “Hi, Dad, what are you doing here?”

“Get dressed and get out of the car,” my father ordered.

I slipped on my panties and put on my bra, got out of the car and dropped my dress over my head. I glanced at the second cop. Wow, she looked so young, maybe my age, and she watched Hamish as he dressed.

Once Hamish and I were dressed, the young cop came to me and asked, “Can you tell me your name, and do you have any identification on you?”

“Isabel Croydon, that’s my father with you, and I have my driver’s license for identification.”

The rookie looked at Dad, who said, “Do your duty, constable.”

Shit, we are in trouble. It looks as though I won’t be getting any favours from Dad tonight. After handing my license to the cop, she went to Hamish and asked the same questions. Once she had our driving licenses, she went back to the van.

“Dad, what’s going on? Can’t you let us go? We’re not harming anyone, just having a good time between the two of us. Please, Dad. Please, can’t you let us go?”

“I can’t believe you two. You come and have sex in a public place with two-storey homes overlooking the reserve and river. The police have received numerous complaints from the residents about couples fornicating in their cars and on the reserve, so we increased the patrols accordingly, and now we’ve caught you.