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From: "Al Steiner" <steiner_al@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Light Duty by Al Steiner (MF, interracial) 2/2
Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2003 09:10:12 -0500
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This is another of the tales of Heritage County, the fictional California
county that I invented as the basis for tales about their emergency services
workers (it bears a striking resemblance to the California county where I
work).  This one is a little different than the others so please let me know
how I did with it.  Other readers complained that they became involved in
the plot here and that the resolution was unsatisfactory.  Like the other
tales I've posted recently, this was first submitted to Ruthiesclub.com.











LIGHT DUTY

By Al Steiner

Part 2 of 2















She was there, just as promised, when I pulled my four-year-old Honda Accord
in front of the taco place fifty minutes later.  She held a red bikini in
her hands.  Her hair was slightly damp looking, as if she'd just taken a
shower.  She had changed into a pair of denim shorts and a half shirt.  I
admired the smooth skin that was revealed on her stomach as I parked at the
curb.



"Nice car," she said as she hopped in the passenger side, more than a little
sarcasm in her tone.



"It gets me around," I told her with a shrug.  "And I can't afford any
higher payments than I've already got."



I pulled away and started heading for the freeway.



"I had to hide this from mama and papa," she said, holding up the bikini.
"They would've killed me if they'd known I was going out with the gringo
cop."



"Where'd you tell them you were going?" I asked.



"I didn't tell them nothing," she said.  "I go out a lot after work.
There's nothing unusual about it."



"Good," I said.  "The last thing I need is your papa and your brother
chasing me down."



We chatted about neutral subjects as I drove us out of the ghetto and into
the northern suburbs.  I lived in Whispering Oaks, which was one of the
nicer parts of the county, the place where many of the yuppies and other
professionals lived.  Trista looked in wonder at the neat, geometric rows of
tract houses as we entered my neighborhood.



Finally we pulled into the driveway of my three-bedroom home.  It was
located on a corner lot near the main road, which was why I had been able to
afford it in the first place.  The sprinklers were running through their
automatic timed cycle, leaking a stream of water down into the gutter.  I
opened the garage door with the remote clipped to my visor and pulled into
the neat garage.



We entered the house through the garage door, which brought us into the
kitchen.  Luckily my marriage had left me with somewhat of a cleanliness
compulsion and the house was neat.  I gave her a quick tour, showing her the
highlights.



"Nice place," she told me appreciatively when we were finished.  "It's a lot
bigger than our house."



I gave her another shrug and then changed the subject.  "So how about that
hot tub?" I asked her.  "You can go change in the bathroom there and then
we'll go check it out."



"Sounds good," she said with a flirtatious smile.  "I'll be right back."
She disappeared behind the door.



While she was doing that I went to my bedroom and pulled out my own bathing
suit although I usually didn't bother with it when in the hot tub since the
backyard was completely enclosed and private.  I took off my gun, my badge,
my handcuffs, and all of my clothes, stowing everything in the accustomed
places, and then slipped on the trunks.  I took a moment to glance at myself
in the mirror.  I was in pretty good shape for my age, a result of the
regular jogging and workouts that I did to keep fit for the job.  I had no
beer belly to speak of and my muscles were reasonably well developed.  I
knew that women found my physique attractive.



I came back into the living room just as Trista emerged from the bathroom.
Her bikini was somewhat conservative by today's standards, but she still
looked absolutely stunning in it.  Her full breasts pushed at the top and
filled it out very well.  Her long, lean legs were lusciously dark and well
toned.  I couldn't help but look her up and down appreciatively.



She blushed a little as she saw my gaze, pulling the bundle of clothing in
her hands tight against her chest.  "I haven't worn this since last year,"
she told me.  "I probably look like a fat cow in it."



"I think it's quite becoming on you," I responded.  "You have a beautiful
figure."



Her blush deepened at my words but she looked very pleased by them anyway.
She set her clothes down on the couch.



"How about those beers?" I said, heading for the refrigerator.  I opened it
and pulled out two icy bottles.



"I'm only nineteen," she said teasingly as she took the one I handed her.
"Aren't you afraid you'll get in trouble?"



"Trouble I can handle," I said.  "I hate drinking alone though."



She opened the cap.  "Thanks," she said, taking a quick drink.  "Shall we go
see your hot tub now?"



I led her out into the back yard.  I was particularly proud of this portion
of the property.  Though it wasn't very big I'd managed to attractively
landscape it.  A row of rosebushes, which were in bloom at the present time,
lined the back fence.  Hedges guarded all of the other fences, giving an
almost tropical feel.  The lawn, which I mowed no less than once a week, was
a rich variety of Kentucky bluegrass.  The shining jewel of the back yard
was the redwood deck that stretched from the back door a third of the way to
the fence.  A patio roof from which I'd hung potted plants, hummingbird
feeders, and a set of wind chimes covered it.  The hot tub was one designed
for six people.  It sat on the outside edge of the deck surrounded by patio
furniture.



Trista was visibly impressed with my set up.  She whistled appreciatively.
"Do you bring women here a lot?" she asked me, walking over to the tub.



"Every once in a while," I said.  In truth, I brought all my girlfriends
here as soon as I could entice them.  I had found that the hot tub, with
it's warm, caressing water and the necessity of being scantily dressed to en
joy it, tended to shave a full three dates off of the usual time it took to
get initially laid.



I pulled back the lid and dipped my hand in the water to test it.  It was a
perfect 102 degrees.  Trista, who was standing behind me, did the same.  She
winced a little at the heat.



"That's pretty hot," she said.



"It's supposed to be," I replied.  "That's why they call it a hot tub."  I
flipped the switch that turned on the jets.  The water began roiling and
bubbling, quickly foaming up on the top.  I flipped on the lights inside the
tub and turned off the light that illuminated the patio itself.  I turned to
my companion.  "Shall we?"



She looked at the bubbling water for a moment and then nodded.  I climbed up
on the step and put my legs in, feeling the heat stinging my flesh.  I held
out a hand to Trista and she took it, bringing herself up onto the edge.
Gingerly she put her feet into the water, followed by her lower legs.



"You just go in a little at a time," I told her, easing down further, so
that my thighs and then my lower body were submerged.  I took the
opportunity to get a good look at her legs, which were pulled up against her
stomach to keep most of them dry.  They really were a good set.



Little by little she eased herself into the tub, following my moves.  Soon
we were both submerged to the neck, sitting on opposite sides, our bottoms
resting on the seats.  She sighed in contentment as she got used to the
heat.



"You're right," she told me.  "This is really nice.  Do you do this every
night?"



"Most nights," I told her, looking at a drop of sweat that was tracking down
the side of her face.  "It's really been helpful since my shoulder got hurt.
With any luck I'll be back to regular duty pretty soon."



We sipped from our beers and enjoyed the approach of evening.  We talked of
little things, avoiding anything that had to do with my job or her family's
taco business.  To our west the sun disappeared below the horizon, imparting
a pleasant darkness upon us.  I stretched out my legs a little and my foot
contacted hers.  She didn't pull it away from me.  The touch of her feminine
flesh against mine sent a little stirring to my groin.



I figured that since we both knew what she was here for, it was time to up
the ante a little.  I ran my foot slowly up the back of her leg, caressing
the soft, smooth skin of her calf with my toes.  She smiled at me and sank
down in the water a little further.  Her legs parted just a bit, allowing me
to continue my pedal exploration up to the back of her knee.



"You have very nice legs," I told her.  "I like the way they feel."



"And you have a nice butt," she countered with a small giggle.  "Mama caught
me staring at it a few times while you were at our place."



"What did she do?"



"She told me that I should stay away from gringo cops, that you were nothing
but trouble for us."



"Really?" I said, taking another sip and letting my toes slide up just a bit
further, onto the back of her thigh.



"Really," Trista said, her hand dropping down onto my ankle.  She began to
caress me with her fingers.  "And then she said that you really did have a
nice butt though."



"For a gringo," I said.



"Of course," she giggled, and both of us laughed.



As the laughter died away we stared into each other eyes, our expressions
turning serious as we felt the magnetism that existed between us flowing
back and forth.  Slowly she stood up, rivulets of water cascading off of her
body and back into the tub.  I could see how her bikini top was now clinging
wetly to her full breasts, could see the protrusions of her nipples poking
out from beneath them.  She stepped forward across the bottom of the tub and
put her hands on my shoulders.  Her fingers stroked the side of my neck.  I
pulled my feet together and she moved forward, straddling them and sitting
down on my lap, facing me.  Her inner thighs slid up my outer thighs.  Her
pubic area rested softly against my growing erection.  I put my hands around
her waist, relishing the feel of the flesh there.  Her head angled downward
and our lips met in a kiss.



Her large lips were like soft, warm pillows against mine, just made to be
kissed.  I slid my tongue out and just touched them with the tip, licking at
the inside of them while sucking a little and making them swell further.
Her tongue shot out to meet mine.  She licked the underside of it and drew
it into her mouth where we began to slide the two organs together.  She
hummed a little in contentment as we kissed, her hands going to the back of
my neck and up into my hair.  My own hands ran up and down her bare back,
moving in a slow circuit between the top of her bikini bottoms and her
shoulders.  She really seemed to like this and moved closer against me,
pushing her wet breasts into my chest, pushing her groin tighter against
mine.  My cock filled completely with blood and pushed out insistently
against her.



We kissed for the better part of ten minutes, just tasting each other and
rubbing our bodies together in the heat of the tub.  Her hands dipped down
across my back and felt my ass through the material of my suit, squeezing
and releasing a few times.  I in turn ran my fingers up her flanks, just
touching the sides of her firm breasts as they bulged out of her top.
Finally I let my mouth leave hers and trail kisses down the side of her face
to her neck.  I licked at the sweat that had formed there, tasting the
saltiness of it, sucking the flesh into my mouth and nibbling on it.  Her
breathing picked up and she emitted a soft moan at the sensation.



Slowly I let my hands work their way over her back until my fingers were
touching the knot that held her top in place.  I played with it for a
moment, sliding my fingertips beneath the string, running them over the top
of it, tugging and pulling on it.  When she offered no protest to this
action I grasped the loose end between my thumb and index and gently pulled
on it.  The knot came loose and the strings fell away.  I pulled back away
from just far enough to allow the top to fall off and into the water.



Her breasts were as gorgeous as I'd imagined they'd be.  Perfect orbs, the
size and shape of grapefruits, capped with cherry red nipples that were
swollen in arousal.  I ran my hand over them, my palm scraping across the
nipples just enough to entice a little more blood flow into them.  Another
moaned squeaked from her lips.



I pulled her tighter still against my body, bringing her higher out of the
water and elevating those beautiful mammaries to neck level.  I kissed my
way across her shoulder, tasting the bite of chlorine from the spa water
now, and then began to work my way down onto her chest.  Using the back of
my tongue I licked at the top swelling of her left breast, moving downward
and circling around the nipple without touching it.  She grabbed the back of
my head with one hand and forcibly pulled me to her, driving the nipple
between my lips.



"Mmmm," she cooed as I began to lick and suckle at her.  I swirled my tongue
in circles around the erect flesh and then drew it completely into my mouth.
I put my hand on the other breast, fondling it and squeezing it gently.  My
free hand slid down her smooth back, under the water, and beneath the back
of her bikini bottoms, so my fingers were just touching the top of her ass.
Her pelvis began to slowly grind against me, putting pressure on my hard-on,
causing me to grind back at her.



I switched my mouth to the other tit and began to suckle that nipple as
well.  Her hands meanwhile were running up and down my back, twirling
through my hair, stroking me everywhere that could be reached.  I took my
mouth from her breasts and then spent a moment licking and sucking between
them, feeling the warm globes pushing on my face from either side.



Finally I kissed my way back upward, until my lips were against hers once
again.  She attacked my mouth hungrily, sucking my tongue deep within her,
nipping at my lips with her teeth.  I moved both of my hands downward now
and into the back of her bikini bottoms, shoving them down until I had a
firm, warm cheek in each of my palms.  I pulled her harder against me,
driving the bulge of my cock into her crotch.  She pushed back at me eagerly
as I did this, making lustful grunts and moans into my mouth.



I broke the kiss at last and looked at her, seeing a face that was a mask of
arousal.  "Sit up on the edge of the tub," I told her, sliding my hands from
her suit.



She looked at me for a moment, just panting in desire, and then did as I
asked, her feet and lower legs still dangling in the water.  I twisted
around so that I was facing her and then took her legs in my hands.  I ran
my hands up and down the outside of her thighs a few times and then reached
upward, until I was able to grasp the waistband of her bottoms.



She raised up and I pulled at them, drawing them down her legs and off.  I
set them on the deck and then looked at her as I used my hands to push her
legs apart and rest them on my shoulders.  She had a thick bush of jet black
hair on the top of her pubis but the area around her pussy lips had been
shaved clean.  Her lips were swollen and ruby red, the most appetizing thing
I'd seen all day.  I leaned forward and sucked on her inner thigh, giving a
soft nip at the baby soft skin.  She shivered a little at the contact,
putting her hands back to my head and pulling.



I allowed myself to be pulled into her wet crotch.  I slid my nose between
those swollen lips and then followed it up with my tongue, giving a wet,
long slurp into her chasm.  The taste was primarily of chlorinated water
with just a hint of sexual musk mixed in.  She moaned again and tugged at my
hair as she felt me begin my work.



I then dove into her in earnest, licking up and down her slit, running my
tongue from top to bottom while my hands continued to stroke her thighs.
She began to juice up more, the taste of the chlorine fading away and the
sharp tang of her natural juices replacing it.  I plunged my tongue inside
of her, moving it in and out like a small penis.



"Oh god, yess, yess," she moaned, her words coming out in Spanish.



I licked her up and down for the better part of ten minutes, concentrating
mostly on her lips and the area surrounding her bulging clitoris.  Her moans
became louder, less coherent, and her fingers pulled harder and harder at my
hair.  Finally I began to stimulate her clit directly, lapping at it with my
tongue, infrequently at first and then with deliberate aggressiveness.  She
began bucking back and forth, pulling me harder against her crotch.  When I
took it into my mouth and sucked on it the first time she actually screamed
aloud, releasing a long stream of the sexiest sounding Spanish profanity
I've ever heard.



Out of the corner of my eye I saw a light began to blink on and off from
next door.  That was my neighbor, Tim Eastman, a church-going mid-level
manager at a nearby computer software company.  He lived with his
church-going wife and his three church-going children.  I knew he couldn't
see what was going on but the blinking of his patio light meant that he
could hear it.  He had never actually talked to me about the activities that
took place in my hot tub from time to time - we in fact didn't talk much at
all - but somehow this signal had evolved as a way of telling me that things
were getting a little loud.  Trista had just broken the record for the
amount of time it took to reach that particular point in the game.



Knowing that it was time to wrap up the outside portion of the festivities I
attacked her clit with vigor.  I attached my lips to it and began to suck,
drawing it into my mouth where my tongue began to lash at it savagely.  The
effect on Trista was immediate and impressive.  She wrapped her legs around
my back and screamed out to the deity while her hands dislodged several
strands of hair from my head.



I brought one of my hands upward and slid first one and then two fingers
into her pussy.  She was very tight and I could feel the muscles inside of
her spasming wildly.  I plunged them in and out while continuing my assault
on her clit.  Her moans and cries picked up in intensity as her pelvis began
to gyrate back and forth.



"Ohhhhh Godddddd," she cried in Spanish.  "Ohhhh fucckkkkk, ohhhhh
shitttttt!"



The spasms and cries went on for what seemed forever.  Out of the corner of
my eye I saw that Tim's patio light was now blinking furiously, at a rate of
at least four blinks per second.  Another new record.  Finally she reached
her peak and began to come back down.  Her legs loosened around my back.
Her fingers let go of my hair.  Her moans and cries trailed off and
disappeared.



I raised my face out of her crotch and looked up at her.  She immediately
grabbed my face in her hands and pulled me to her, lowering her own face
until our lips were once again locked.  She kissed me furiously, her tongue
probing into my mouth, little growls coming from her throat.



"Fuck me now," she told me in Spanish.  "Fuck me hard!"



"Let's uh... go inside," I suggested in English.  "It's a little more
comfortable for that in there."



"All right," she said, though reluctantly.  "But can we do it on the stairs?
I ain't never done it on no stairs before."



"Sure," I told her, standing up and swinging my legs out.  The front of my
bathing suit was pushed out impressively.



She followed me, allowing me to lead her by the hand.  She paused at the
doorway for a moment and looked next door in confusion.  "Why's that light
blinking over there?" she asked me.



"My neighbor has a short in his wiring," I told her.  "Come on, let's go
find the stairs."



"Right."



We entered the house.  As I closed the patio door behind me I discretely
reached over and flicked my own patio light on and off three times.  This
was the return signal that told Tim that things would be quiet from there on
out.  Trista didn't even notice me doing it.



She walked naked towards the staircase and I took a moment to break away
from her and duck into the downstairs bathroom.  In the back of the drawer
there was a supply of condoms.  I pulled one out and then quickly found
Trista.  She was lying halfway up the staircase, her butt resting on a
riser, her legs spread wide.  Her swollen pussy gaped open at me, just
begging to have something put in it.



"Come on," she panted at me.  "Do it to me!  Fuck me on your stairs."



I dropped my shorts at the bottom, releasing my straining member to the air.
She looked at it appreciatively and made no comment when I opened the condom
wrapper and put the rubber on.  She simply opened her legs a little wider
and held her hands out to me.



I climbed up to her, taking the steps deliberately slow.  When I reached her
level I took her hands in mine and lowered myself downward.  I had never
done it on a staircase before either so it took a minute to find the right
position.  I placed my knees on a riser and then had to adjust to the next
one down because the angle was wrong.  Finally however the alignment was
made.  Our chests came together, her wet breasts pushing into my skin,
cushioning me.  Her legs slid sensuously up and down the outside of my
thighs.  My cock slid through the wet hairs of her thick bush and settled
between those gaping lips.  I slid it up and down a few times, wetting the
condom.



"Do it!" she said, raising her hips up, trying to draw me in.



I pushed forward, sliding inch by inch into her tight snatch.  We both
moaned at the entry, as her membranes squeezed at me, pulled me in, caressed
every square millimeter.  She was very tight, the tightest I'd had in years,
and the sensation was incredible.



"Come on gringo," she told me, her hands going to my ass.  "Fuck me!  Fuck
me hard.  Make me come on your stairs!"



I began to slide in and out of that tightness, pushing and pulling, grinding
my pubis against her with each stroke.  The going was a little rough at
first until the condom became completely lubed by her juices, but once that
happened I began to piston in and out with ease.



"Oh yesss," she moaned, switching to Spanish once again.  "Do it to me.
Fucking do it to me!"



Her nails bit into my ass as I pounded in and out of her.  I found that
doing it on the stairs was actually able to increase the natural friction.
My feet came down on one of the risers and I was able to use my legs to push
myself harder into her.  Her ass began to slam backwards with each thrust, a
wet squish and a drool of juices accompanying each stroke.  Her membranes
tightened up even more as she slid her legs up around my back.  And all the
while she kept whispering filthy, guttural Spanish phrases in my ear.



She came once and then twice as I fucked her there, her legs pulling me into
her body, her nails digging into my back or my ass.  Her screams of ecstasy
were probably loud enough for Tim to hear even through the insulated walls
and the double-paned windows.  Between her screams and outpourings of
profanity she kissed at my neck, my ears, my lips, sometimes biting me,
sometimes sucking on my skin.  When sweat droplets formed on my face and
dripped onto her she lapped at them obscenely.



Just as she was heading for another orgasm the sensation of her tightness
coupled with the enthusiasm of her fucking got the better of me.  Waves of
pleasure burst forth in my groin, quickly taking over my whole body, driving
me into a frantic, uncontrolled pace.  I cried out as I came, pouring what
seemed like gallons of sperm into the condom.



We hugged and kissed and basked in the afterglow for a few minutes, our
tongues making wet contact with each other, our hands stroking
affectionately.  Finally I pulled myself out of her and utilized a discreet,
practiced maneuver to remove the condom and secure it.



"Not bad for a gringo," she told me with a smile as I stood up.



"No?"  I said, returning it.



"No," she confirmed, pulling herself to her feet.  She stood next to me, one
step higher so that our heads were about even with each other.  "Do you have
a computer room?" she asked me next.



"A computer room?  Uh... sure."



"Let's go there," she said.  "I want to suck you off while you sit in your
computer chair and then I want to fuck you in it."



And so we moved upstairs to my office.  I sat down in my cheap computer
store adjustable chair and she took my wilted cock between those puffy lips
and began to work on it.  She used her mouth like an instrument, bobbing up
and down, twirling her tongue, sucking gently and then firmly.  Her hands
got in on the action as well, jacking me up and down as she blew, applying
just the right amount of teasing pressure.  Soon I was as rigid as a
flagpole once again, my pelvis moving up and down.



Just as I was about to come in her mouth, she stopped.  She opened the
second condom herself and expertly slid it onto my cock.  A moment later she
was straddling me, her hands positioning me at the entrance of her wet
pussy.  She sank down slowly, pulling me into her.  She then began to rise
up and down.



She only managed to squeak out one orgasm before I came inside her clutching
body once again.  I made up for it a few minutes later however when we moved
to my bedroom.  I laid her down upon my bed and ate her for nearly a half
hour, until my mouth was cramping and I was hardly able to talk.  She came
no less than three times.  I was quite sure that Tim had been able to hear
her piercing screams on the last two.



She stayed all night with me, sleeping next to me in my double bed, her
naked, sweaty body curled up against mine.  Sometime around 3:00 AM we woke
up and fucked again.  We did it once more in the shower the next morning.



I dropped her off in front of Gonzales Taco's at 8:00 AM.  The ghetto was
quiet at that time of the morning and we shared one last luxuriant kiss
before she stepped out of my car.



I would never see her again.



I returned to normal duties a week later, my shoulder healed and at 100
percent efficiency, or so the doctor said anyway.  Two weeks after that I
ran into Sergeant Nichols at the Heritage County Superior Court building.
He was there completing paperwork on another civil case that his division
was handling.  I was there to testify against some dirtball that I'd
arrested for possession of methamphetamine a few months earlier.  He told me
that Gonzales Tacos had received a double fine the week before, one from the
health department for unsanitary conditions, one from the fire department
for repeated safety violations.



"Looks like that grease pit is finally going to be shut down," he told me.
"The total of the fines is ten grand this time.  There's no way those
beaners are gonna be able to pay this one off and stay in business."



I walked away from him in disgust.  He gave me a funny look as I went, as if
to wonder what was upsetting me.



Just the other day I drove by Gonzales Tacos on my way to yet another court
appearance.  It was boarded up and closed down, a FOR LEASE sign hanging in
the window.  I passed Santos Tacos as well.  There were still no customers
to be seen patronizing their establishment.



Al Steiner

April 1, 2002

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