I was sitting at the computer at my desk in the office when a movement through the paned glass that separated it from the warehouse floor made me look up. A uniformed figure was approaching. That it was a Woman Police Constable there was no doubt as she cut a very feminine figure. The WPC’s jacket and knee length skirt were a very dark blue that at first glance was almost black. Underneath were glimpses of a crisp white blouse and checkerboard tie. As the skirt swirled around her legs the sheen of sheer black nylons adorning slender but very shapely calves caught my eye even though she wore low heeled shoes. It was much better than the unisex military style working uniforms most of them wear nowadays. I continued to watch as she approached, appreciating her nice slender figure and fair-sized bust. Wow! Women in smart jackets and skirts look hot.

As she neared the door I stood to greet her and reckoned her about 5 foot 6 to my 5-9. I opened the door and she held out her hand and introduced herself “WPC Yvonne Wilkinson but most people call me Sally”. I look at her blankly. “It’s my middle name, I prefer it” she explained with a little laugh which broke the atmosphere. “Ian Davidson” I replied feeling a bit strange about shaking a woman’s hand. Sally certainly nicely filled that smart tailored jacket with silver buttons and numbered lapels. I just wanted to run my hands up it to feel every shapely curve but daren’t.

Beneath a bowler style cap with a checkerboard band around the base and badge at the front was short curly light brown hair with a peppering of grey. “My number 1 dress, I feel more comfortable in it” she said noticing my gaze. “Men seem to like it. A woman should look like a woman I always say” she replied with an infectious cheery smile. She had a charming smiling small elfin face that was quite attractive with small grey eyes, high cheekbones and a shallow chin. If she’d dyed her hair, she’d easily past for early thirties as she had a good complexion with few wrinkles and was firm under her chin. Prominent was a curving nose that was a tad too large and overlong, a bit sleeker than a stereotypical Jewish nose. This was offset by a mouth that stretched very wide when she smiled.

“And you run this place with” she paused to consult her notepad “Douglas and Elizabeth?” She had the sort of nice friendly voice that seemed to make you want to tell her everything. “My older brother and mother; they more or less run the place now. I just man the office” I told her. “You sound bitter” she said softly. “Well mum stays at home acting like an aristocrat while the rest of us go out and get our hands dirty to work for a living” I replied before I could stop myself. “Dad was a millionaire arms dealer but got tied up into some dodgy dealings with drugs and slaves. Mum and Douglas had to invest what was left into turning this into a legit cargo business. The banks and the politicians who were all involved with Dad when he was alive just didn’t want to know once it all got exposed in the Press and abandoned us” I told her trying not to get angry. Well how would you feel if you had a nice cosy privileged upbringing, living in a big house and going to an expensive private school then having to complete your education in a common comprehensive then having to work in this dump instead of going to Cambridge or Oxford?

“Can I speak with your brother?” the WPC asked with a smile that pushed up her cheeks making her look very charming and quite pretty in a cute kind of way for a mature woman. “Sure, he’s on the work-floor, I’ll take you to him” I offered, keen to stay in her company. She was a lot older than me but I found her pleasant, cheery and quite attractive in a sort of cheeky elfin kind of way.

Acting the gentleman I opened the door for her and as she walked through I couldn’t help look down at her calves. Wow! I love the sheen of sheer black nylon seamed stockings on a woman and I think women with nicely muscled calves are sexy. Sally had both. Phoar! Really great calves; slim ankles which tapered outwards smoothly to long smooth hard looking slabs of sexy muscle that flared out slightly from the sleek lines of her legs. Just then the phone in the office rang. Sally turned over her shoulder at me while I mentally cursed. “It’s alright, I’ll wait while you take it” she said. “Ur no, I won’t hold you up” I told her reluctantly. “I’ll catch you up” I added. I indicated the direction on the far side of the warehouse to the WPC who gave me thanks with a nice cheery smile.

Back in the office, I answered the phone, while all the time watching through the glass as the slim uniformed woman strode away with beautifully shaped long calves that swelled into something much firmer and defined as she walked. The sight of her calves swelling and waning beneath shiny black nylon was so sexy that it took me several seconds to realise that I was listening to an Indian man from ‘Windows Support’ trying to tell me something ‘very urgent’ about my computer. “Piss off” I said then slammed down the phone. That was the 3rd time that day. Trying to not look like I was rushing, I walked quickly onto the floor to catch up with WPC Sally wanting to get another good look at those sexy calves.

Finally I saw the Policewoman up ahead but it wasn’t the sight that I wanted to see. The attractive unassuming policewoman was dwarfed by a ring of tall heavy built thugs which included my brother Douglas, who was turning into a right bighead and Kevin Greetson, my dad’s foreman and a right bastard. The greying woman was trying to talk to them trying to calm them down but it wasn’t having any effect. She was such nice cheerful woman that I didn’t want to see her get hurt but suddenly two of Greetson’s thugs grabbed her arms from either side and he moved close looming over her threateningly.

All of a sudden the hem of Sally’s skirt slithered up along her nylons as she raised her knee. My eyes got a brief glimpse of a lovely long slender thigh as in the blink of an eye her leg snapped straight driving her foot right between Greetson’s legs. It connected hard and fast with the dreadful sound of shoe striking a man’s balls. The long leg had struck solidly with pinpoint accuracy, her foot like a mallet between the legs. THUD! It was a sound that made me wince although I hated the bastard and it made my balls tighten. Greetson’s eyes flew wide open in shock. His mouth fell wide open as his jaw flopped and he began to crease over soundlessly. The look of disbelief on his face said it all.

The mature policewoman was no longer smiling and moved fast. Pulling back her foot but without lowering her knee, she snapped it sideways, the dark skirt stretching tight between her thighs. The sole of her shoe hammered down upon the knee of the man on her right. WHACK! “Aggh!” he yelp in pain. Without pause, the foot returned to the ground then with a sort of sideways hop the other foot snapped out to ruin the knee of the man on her left. WHACK! “Argh!” he too cried out in pain.

With shocking efficiency Sally’s right hand slashed, open palmed with fingers straight, in a rapid sideways arc through the air. I felt a surge of excitement as the edge of her hand chopped the neck of the man on the right. This wasn’t like TV or the movies, a mature woman had just karate chopped a man on the side of the neck and I found it stimulating. He gave a strange jerk that was horrible to watch like he was having a fit then collapsed. Turning towards the remaining man, her knuckles held in a V shape drove straight into his throat with a dreadful sound. CLOCK! He went down clutching his neck.

The rest of the toughs seemed to come alive and closed in to attack the feminine looking policewoman. One tried to throw a punch but she quickly threw up a forearm to block it and swung her own fist, turning her torso with her legs apart stretching her skirt tight across her thighs. Her small fist connected with a solid sound on his jaw. BLAM! the much bigger man staggered from the smaller woman, unsteady on his feet before his legs gave way and he fell to his knees. Sally’s small eyes seemed ablaze with a fierce inner fire atop her long sleek prominent nose with a wide smile on her small face.

I gasped as another grabbed her from behind trying to wrap his thick arm around her slim neck. She immediately leant forward crooking her elbow before it shot back smashing the point hard against his stomach. TWAP “Borph!” he groaned as her elbow sunk deep but still he somehow managed to cling onto the lovely WPC. Calmly and swiftly Sally swung her fist down from her elbow hammering his balls like a bell hammer striking a bell. “Argh!” he groaned and began to crease forwards. Immediately the point of the elbow flew back into his throat with a sickening crunch. WHOP! “Kkkkk!” another man collapsed clutching his neck.

My brother rushed her from the front. Sally blocked his arm as he tried to punch her. With my groin tightening with excitement I watched as her dark skirt slid back as a lovely nylon-clad leg rose to waist height and struck like a cobra. WHAP! The top of her foot slammed against his side with a solid thud. I saw him wince with pain amazed that such slim legs could cause such pain. In an heartbeat a shapely calve folded back at her raised knee and snapped out again. The front edge of her shin struck hard across his belly. WHUMP “Urghh!” his faced screwed up in pain. He just creased up like he’d been hit by a crowbar.

I was hoping she would finish off the bastard but she didn’t get the chance as Winston came forwards to launch a kick of his own. The slender uniformed woman caught his leg and tucked his knee beneath her arm. Stretching her nearside leg around the back of his remaining leg this caused her skirt to stretch tight and rise up showing a long nylon-clad expanse of lovely slender thigh and a glimpse of stocking top. Hooking her calve around the big man’s leg she swept his foot off the ground while pressing forward against his shoulders with her other arm. Winston went over rapidly backwards and slammed into the floor. My dick stiffened at the sight of the big man lying at the feet of the lovely policewoman.

But there were too many of them and no sooner was one down than another grabbed her from behind in a reverse bear-hug around her middle. The uniformed policewoman hurled herself back into his arms raising both nylon-clad knees together up to her chest, pushing back her skirt. He bent backwards slightly to hold onto the wildcat in his arms. At the apex of the lift her legs unfolded and then she threw herself forwards. Seamed stockings hurtled towards the ground and hit the ground with her legs spaced wide apart. Her slender calves bulged into solid plates of thick muscle as she bent sharply forwards taking the weight of the big man as her fell forwards onto her back while his feet rushed off the floor. With her small compact backside pressing into his groin, she whipped him over her head with devastating speed. Driven by his own forward momentum; he hurtled towards his doom, just a blur flying over her bent form as though he weighed nothing to the slender WPC until he hit the ground hard on his back BLAM! Immediately she drew back her leg and sent two swift kicks into the middle of his back that had him yelping. She looked up at the sound of the next attacker and froze.

“Enough of that kung-fu shit, pig-bitch” Greetson’s loud voice cut through the melee like a foghorn. Showing no concern, the elfin-faced mature woman raised a knee as if to kick out, the hem of her skirt rising up with a sensuous swish along her nylons. Wow! She might be slightly greying but she had great legs. “Ah ah” Greetson sneered waving a large knife in her direction. “Do it and I’ll cut your bloody leg off” he snarled. Her foot slowly returned to the floor as she studied the big thug with eyes like a hawk. The sight of a man groaning on the floor at the feet of a very feminine woman was a powerful one that turned me on. “Go on stick her” my brother urged. “Didn’t yah father teach you anything?” Greetson told him not taking his eyes of the slender yet deadly woman. “You don’t get rid of people in front of a crowd or in your own backyard” he added.

Douglas carefully came up behind the shorter uniformed woman and wrapped an arm around her neck. Standing behind her, the difference in their heights was marked. The much shorter woman looked almost frail and doll-like. “Winston, frisk the bitch. Remove her radio, any communication devices and any weapons” he told Winston. “Then we take her into the woods and dispose of her”. “No!” I cried “You can’t do that. Let her go!” I protested. “Shut up Ian. Get back into the office and let the grownups take care of business” Douglas snarled. “Maybe he fancies her. Wants to pork a woman old enough to be his mother” Greetson said eliciting gales of cruel laughter. Actually now that he’d mentioned it, I wouldn’t have minded making love to her at all. Even Winston seemed unsure. “But she’s a cop” he pointed out. “So” snapped my brother. “Maybe you’d like to be shipped to the slave mines and see how you like it?” he added.

I felt a pang of jealousy as Winston began frisking the policewoman with his hands running all over her shapely uniformed body. “Don’t stand in front you idiot” Douglas cried suddenly, but it was too late. With a quick upward flick of the hem, her knee rose in a blur. Snapping straight faster than the eye could follow, the sole of her foot ploughed right into Winston’s gut. “Orghh!” he groaned loudly as her foot sunk deep into his gut within an instant. BLAM! “Orrrghhh!” Winston groaned loudly and creased up.

Sally twisted sideways in my brother’s headlock, her skirt flicked up and a streak of sheen shot out sideways with shocking speed. Her foot and the lower half of her shin seemed to plunge deep into Winston’s belly with such devastating power that his body was physically lifted off the ground. He flew backwards through the air at such great speed that he collided with Greetson and knocked him over.

Without hesitation, the slender policewoman twisted around in my brother’s arm to fully face him. Her chest pressed right up against his. I knew what was coming and the expectation made my dick lurch. The small-faced mature woman didn’t disappoint. Briefly drawing back her right leg, it shot forwards with the skirt flicking up as her knee rocketed upwards so fast it was just a blur. The sheen shone off her stockings as it streaked from knee height on a collision course with my brothers’ groin with such velocity that it struck like a thunderbolt. BLAM! Policewoman’s slender pointed knee met big brother’s balls with terrifying nut-crushing force. The knee struck with such wrath and a loud audible thud that it kept on rising lifting Douglas’s feet clear off the ground. His balls rode her knee for what surely must have been a good foot as he curled forwards with his face a mask of pure agony. Only to collapse when she withdrew her knee when he came tumbling down then curled up into a ball. “Serves you right” the uniformed woman said then blasted a kick against his side that made him howl.