A LOST PURSE

A Lost Purse, but I found something else...

I was so busy shopping and in such a hurry to walk home 
before the rain started to come down hard that I rushed 
out of the wine shop leaving my purse behind, all my 
money and credit cards and odds and ends, I didn't even 
think about it until I got home and looked for my keys! 
That empty feeling and the rain was pouring down, two 
bottles of wine.

Fortunately my hidden key let me in but it was too late 
to call the wine shop, it was Monday and they closed 
early. 

How would I get to work the next day? What if my money 
was lost and my purse too? I heard the rain on the 
slate roof making a real clatter, nothing like the 
shock of my lost purse.

I took off my coat and sat in the kitchen. A time like 
this calls for tea but I opened the wine instead. 
Anything to calm me down and a sip of Merlot would be 
quicker than tea. I was truly beside myself. The rain 
still pouring and I couldn't walk back to the shop and 
pound on the door. I prayed the rain would stop but it 
didn't. Another glass of wine but I was still pacing 
back and forth. How could I be so scatter-brained? 

After a shower, letting the wine take effect, resigning 
myself and listening to the thunder and the tellie, 
whatever was on. An hour passed and half the bottle was 
gone. My frustration had cooled, my feet were up 
warming at the fire and I was cuddling in my house coat 
thinking things could be worse! Right! 

More rationalization and plans for the next morning 
when I would call late to work and call the wine shop 
when it opened and all that.

There was a knock at my door! I was hardly dressed but 
wrapped my robe around and went to answer. It was a 
policeman, in full uniform, buttons and a badge and my 
purse in his hand! "Oh thank God!" I exclaimed. "Come 
in out of the rain." 

He came into the kitchen, removing his hat, and I saw 
that he was a young man with a pretty smile, dark curly 
hair, the kind that needs fingers running through it. 

"Cup of tea?" I asked which is what we British women 
always say, sometimes hoping the offer will be 
rejected, but in this case.

"Thanks, it is a little wet out tonight," he said. 

"Have a seat and I'll put on the water." 

And so this handsome young man took a chair as I turned 
to the stove, putting the kettle on.

"I was in the wine shop at closing," he said.

"Oh, well, thank you very much," I said. "I was in a 
big hurry to get home before the rain." 

He just sat and smiled and I smoothed my hair, 
clutching my robe and blushed. Here was this fine man 
in his full dress and me, in my robe and slippers. 
"Excuse the way I look," I said. He smiled. "I wasn't 
expecting company," I said and we both looked at the 
open bottle of wine. "Merlot is my favorite, too," he 
said. "Would you like wine instead of tea?" I asked. 

He nodded and I poured him a glass. 

"Let's sit in the living room and I'll join you. It's 
been a long night," I said.

It wasn't long before the second bottle was open, his 
jacket off, the tellie was off and he and I were both 
thinking of getting off, only not talking about it of 
course. He was a married man and had children and his 
career, all of which he related bit by bit, but the 
wine was warming us both, the rain continued, He
got up to go but I told him to wait for the rain to 
stop.

Thank god it was a  rainy night, I turned off a few 
house lights and then sat beside him. I began to learn, 
so he said, that policemen have long and strange hours 
that imposed on family life. He was home late, his wife 
at work early, his children off to school and he often 
went home to an empty house only to be out again before 
the family returned, they argued a lot, he said, and I 
put my hand on his to pour more wine.

I stood to put the bottle down and he pulled me to his 
lap, "You don't know what it's like," he said, "I get 
very lonely. Then I come by here with a lost purse and 
don't know what I might find, and I find you, in a 
robe, a glass of wine, your smile, your hand." My lips 
were on his, he had strong hands and fingers.

"I should go," he said.

I kissed him again, my fingers in his curly hair, his 
hands running over my back, mine down his side. The 
wine made me aggressive, I faced a lonely night, he was 
not leaving me alone, just yet, I was rubbing his 
crotch, fumbling for his zipper, unzipping, he was 
inside my robe and kissing hard now, I had unleashed a 
passion in him and was ready to be spanked as he his my 
bottom. 

I whispered, "Ow," so he spanked again and I cuddled 
in. Then, it stopped raining, There was a knock at my 
door! Suddenly we were zippering and fastening up my 
robe, hoping my flushed face would cool.

At the door was my neighbor, Marlene.  Good old, God 
damn her, Marlene, and of course she had to come in. 
"It's cold and wet out and I thought you might be 
lonely," she said. Then she saw the policeman, "Oh!" 
she said. The air pregnant and expectant for 
explanation. "I found her purse," he said. 

"Oh! We were having some wine, celebrating the 
discovery. Join us?" 

"The devil, you say. Join us? Please Marlene, figure 
this out and go home!"

"Yes," she said, "I would love some. I lost my purse 
once and it was gone forever." We all laughed. I wasn't 
getting rid of her so might as well start from the 
beginning as I went and got more wine, The police and I 
had taken most of the first bottle into our custody. So 
now Marlene, she was the pretty one, and I sat with 
police and could not decide what to say. 

Marlene explained she lived across the way, that her 
husband was on a long business trip, now into the 
several weeks, crossing and re-crossing her shapely 
legs with each sentence, each time her dress went 
further up her leg, as she leaned to get her glass I 
saw up her dress and wondered at police. 

He had gotten up to leave us two alone but we found an 
excuse, Marlene and I hastened to find any excuse, we 
were two women on a rainy night, warmed by the wine and 
this handsome officer who now sat next to Marlene and 
it was my turn to let my housecoat fall open and for 
Marlene's eyes to get big. Now his arm was around her 
shoulder as she stood to pour more wine and he pulled 
her onto his lap and in a deep kiss, she wasn't wearing 
knickers, his hands were all over her legs, giving me a 
hot show. 

The officer held out his other arm in the midst of the 
couch action and so I joined them, loosening my robe, 
unzipping him as I sat, Marlene opened her eyes, which 
got big again as she saw what I had released, enough 
for both of us had the officer of the law. John Thomas, 
looking to violate, Marlene and I wanting violation!

Now, I was glad she had come, this man could take us 
both so who was first? He had already started on 
Marlene and she was squirming, her dress at her waist, 
her mouth at his ear, and me working my mouth on his 
nightstick, pulsing on my tongue. He was a very bad boy 
and wanted to do bad things to us, I was first at his 
waist, straddled his legs, cunting his dickhead. 

It was his turn to squirm and he pulled away, I grabbed 
and brought him back, both hands directing his big 
cock, hiding its head inside, teasing and teasing the 
wet head. He took my waist and pulled on me, now it was 
my turn for kissing, running fingers into his hair, 
grabbing his head to my mouth, he must have tasted 
himself on me and licked my lips, then he pulled me 
down, impaling me.

I pushed at his head, Marlene's hand was on my back, 
two against one and I went weak, holding his neck, 
abandoning myself to him as he worked his way in, 
stretching me, "Oh, ahh, Oh!" with each move a little 
more and my lips were against his hairy waist, wet and 
cool in the air, rubbing there, my clit on his hairy 
cock base, and I masturbated against his wet hair, 
building feelings, he flexed, I rubbed, flexed again 
and I went limp and deaf, ringing in my ears as he 
played my pussy into a delirious coming as I rolled to 
his side.

He was saving himself but had finished me. The great 
cock's man and his hot little harem, What is it 
policeman do: take control of things, he had finished 
with me and I laid back my head, pulling my robe 
around, breathing more calm, watching as I rolled my 
head, to see what he might next control, I mean, 
Marlene and her little body were ready for fucking.

I watched her mounting him, how red and puffed she was, 
but she her cunt was small compared to me, and I could 
barely handle all of him. He held Marlene with one 
hand, stroking her with the tip of his cock in the 
other, Her face was hot but she was scared at the size 
of him and herself so small, It was a slide show, each 
movement and advance held still and then in the next 
slide it changed as she slid onto him, "Careful," she 
said.

I had fucked him and it was me doing the fucking. With 
Marlene, he was doing the fucking, or trying to fuck 
her as she hesitated and held back. The tip of his cock 
at her cunt, then, next slide, the head of his cock, 
next slide, out again and, next slide, the head 
disappearing between her lips, She relaxed and was 
enjoying the little game of hide and fuck.

She smiled at him. She knew he was being careful, in 
and out, in and out, just the head, What is that old 
line: "I'll only put it in part way?" This big 
policeman was lying to her, each entry a little more 
and soon half of him was hidden, she was so wet and 
slippery from the little game he was going deeper each 
time. Marlene closed her eyes and let him have his way 
with her, he had promised to be careful and he was 
carefully fucking her completely.

Her eyes closed, a silly grin on her face and she was 
fooling with her breasts,  sure sign of her passion, 
along with a red face, she was his fucking tool, both 
hands at her waist, lifting up and down, and releasing 
his hands, her movements continued and quickened as she 
was hot now and desperate for him to come in her and 
for her own release, she was panting and saying fuck 
words, Marlene!, you animal, she was possessed by this 
big cock, they were both pushing and grunting and 
released, he was hugging her, holding her down and she 
was sweating.
 
Now both of us were resting on the couch, the big dick 
was resting to one side, Marlene was petting it, the 
poor exhausted thing, I was feeling his shaft and balls 
and it flexed in response as we three rested and the 
rain began again, maybe it had been raining for some 
time, I hadn't noticed, none of us had. 

Now I was glad Marlene came, came to visit, and the 
rest...