The Collector 3. The Unifom (MF, exhib, reluc) By Karl P. dahl
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story is part of a series, and is a direct continuation of The Collector,
The Bikini)
So, there we sat turned towards the other, the story-teller and the
listener, that we had become - probably to some surprise for both of us.
My whiskey was ended, but I wasn't interested in any more, I wanted to keep
my head clear from now on. "Well, is there any particular story you would
like me to tell?", Patrick said after a moment of silence. "Any special
piece of clothing you're interested in hearing whom they belonged to and
how they got into my closet?" His quirky smile was ever-present on his lips
now, and I was getting really irritated over it. I could tell he really
enjoyed telling me about this very special hobby of his; this was probably
his first chance to do it, something he had been forced to - no pun
intended - 'keep in the closet'. But still, I played along in this game of
his. I couldn't help being interested in hearing some more. 'Just one
more', I told myself. I went through those dresses I had seen in his
wardrobe looking for my wife's black piece of clothing. There weren't many
that had caught my interest except for one, and I didn't want to go in
these once again, so I picked that one: the police uniform. "Okay, tell me
how you got over that uniform. Which masquerade-outfitter did you steal it
from?" His face turned to show some fake kind of offense, and his voice had
some strange Shakespearian tone in it when he answered "Do you take me for
a liar? I insist, those clothes have all belonged to others, and all my
stories are quite true!" After a brief pause, he continued, "But I take you
want to hear of how I robbed a police officer of all her clothing? Well,
let me, then." With that, he began his story.
"This event began one day last summer when I was driving in the
countryside. I had a day off and just wanted to get out of the city, so I
borrowed an old ford from a friend of mine and went out for a ride. It was
really hot outside, so I packed a few beers and my bathing trunks hoping to
get to a beach to too far away. I drove away, and once I got out of the
city's traffic jam I felt the freedom of going high-speed by car. There
was a lot of traffic on the highway, probably a lot more like me that
wanted to get out. I soon decided that using smaller roads would make
things much better for me, so I drove off at the next interception. I had
no particular place to go to, just wanted to get away and eventually find a
'beach'-sign. The speed freak in me hadn't left when I left the highway,
though, so I continued driving way too fast. Luckily, there was much less
traffic on these smaller roads. Unluckily, the only car I apparently
passed was a police car. So, after a few miles driving, I saw the blinking
light in my rear mirror, and cursed out loud. The first reaction was to
drive even faster, but fortunately, I thought better of it. Instead, I
slowed my car down and let the other pass me. It did, and I caught glimpse
of the driver, a young blond woman! I started liking the situation much
better after that. After a short distance, the car in front of me blinked,
and I got the message: I was to follow it. It turned into a small
side-road, and after only a few hundred meters on that, the car stopped on
a parking lot surrounded by bushes. I stopped my car right behind the
police car. It was a desolate area, the only sign of activity I could see
was other tire marks on the ground showing cars that had parked here ad
then turned back to the main road. Where the road went ahead, nobody
seemed to care. I turned off my engine and waited politely for the police
to come to me. I tell you, I was in a really bad mood right then, cursing
all the time for my stupidity and bad luck. But I knew I had to face
whatever came from the other car. So, when the police officer stepping up
to my door turned out to be a young woman, I just stared. This was the
least I had expected! And she was rather good looking, too: nice, well
trained figure, rye-colored hair cut short. She lifted her pilot Ray-Bans
up on top of her head, bent down to my level outside of the car and said
'Hey, mr. Speedo' I was still a bit dumbstruck, but did what I could to
collect my wits. I rolled down the window and said 'Hi, miss. You say I
was speeding?' My patented silly smile only added to the stupidity. 'You
might say that, yes. If you count driving more than 30 above limit, at
least. I bet you were thinking there weren't any officers out on these
roads? I could only let out a slow whistle in response. Not the brightest
answer, I know, But I still hadn't collected all of my wits. 'Normally,
I'd take your license right now and here, and give you ticket so fat you'd
be living on scraps for the rest of the month', she continued. 'Give me
one good reason not to!' She had a sly smile in her face when she said
those last words, she seemed to be enjoying this! I needed to gather
myself to get out of this situation, and fast. If I only could stall her
just a little. 'Well...' I begun, 'Because I'm such a nice guy...?' 'Oh,
come on!', she laughed back at me. 'I expected better from you. At least
you could try something like: you have to get home to your sick wife, or
that you have to watch the end of today's match or something!' This girl
was in a playful mode, I could tell. Either she just wanted to tease me
before finishing me off, or she really didn't want to punish me as hard as
she ought to according to law; it was hard to tell. Either way, playing
games was my territory, and now I saw my chance. 'I couldn't tell you
that; I'm such an honest guy!' I began. 'Oh, crap! I see through you:
you're the kind that tells just anything at the pub to get a woman's
attention! Don't give me that honesty stuff!' She was still smiling,
saying that, though. 'You got me there' I smiled sheepishly back at her.
'You seem to read people well. But I'm good at that as well. I'd say
you're single right now, after you left your, who you met at police
school'. It was a real guess, but a fair one. Apparently, it hit the mark;
she seemed taken back a bit. 'How could you tell?' she finally said.
'That's my little secret' I retorted with a sly smile.'I could tell more
about you, but I'd like to raise the bets a bit, first. What if we play a
guessing game? First one to get three correct guesses about the other
person wins. If you win, you'll fine me for whatever you want, but if I
win, I get to ask a favor of you first!' It wasn't very good stakes from
her point of view, I knew, but there wasn't much else I could give her.
She wasn't the kind to bribe, I could tell. Her answer was expected:
'Well, I don't know... Why should I let you do that, when I could take my
winning right here?' 'Because I can tell you're the competitive type'. She
seemed tempted, so I added 'I won't ask anything difficult or illegal or
so, just a small boon. And I told you I'm honest!' 'All right, then, but i
get to start. Get out of the car, so I can measure you properly' I did as
she said and stood right in front of her with my car behind me. 'You're
single as well', she began. 'Yup. Right on that one; 1 - 0, then.' Not
very hard to guess. 'This is your first year after graduation', I asked.
Why else would she be trafficking these small roads? 'Hmm, you're right
about that one; 1 - 1. You're currently unemployed' I had to admit I was.
'Yeah, you're right there as well. 2 - 1, and my turn'. I had to sharpen
up; she was only one from winning! 'You live by yourself in a small flat'
'Wrong! I've moved in with some friends for the moment. Still 2 - 1, and
my turn. You don't have any higher degree from school' Damn! I had to
shape up; but at least she was wrong on this one, and I was still in the
game. 'No, actually I have a bachelor in philosophy. No point for you,
there.' Now, I had to focus; I scanned her, and noticed scratch marks on
her hand. 'You have a cat', I said. 'Affirmative', she smiled back, she
liked the game being even. 'Two even, then. My shot: this is your own
car' She was wrong again! I had a shot at winning! I showed her my most
sympathetic smile and told her. 'Honestly, no. I've borrowed it from a
friend. You can check it up later, if you like.' 'No, I believe you, and I
tell you I'm honest as well. Your turn', she sighed. I took a brief look
at her, and found one more detail worth a shot: her sun tan didn't reach
below her collar. 'You used to have long hair, but cut it just recently' I
could tell by her reaction that I had won. She sunk back just a tiny bit
before letting out a small 'Yeah, you're right. You've won!' 'YES!' I
remember crying, and then stretched my arms into the sky. 'You need to
practice your detective skills, miss' I gleefully added. She only muttered
something incomprehensive in return. 'What's your favor, then, before I
take you in?' she added more clearly. I silenced in return and pretended
to think, even though I already knew my request. I put my hand on my chin
and waited a moment before answering. 'You see, I've always wanted to be a
detective...' I began. I knew this would get her attention; and it did, I
could tell from her face. 'And one thing I've always liked from all those
cop movies is where you get to do a body search for criminal stuff on
somebody. You know, standing against the car, and all that. So, if I
could do that on you, just once, I'd be happy as a clown' She really seemed
surprised by my request, and didn't answer at first. I guess she hadn't
expected such a silly request, and was a bit relieved. 'You want to search
me?' she finally asked back. 'That's all?' 'Yes', I simply stated. Then,
she smiled a curious smile to me and placed herself in typical search
position - legs wide and hands on the roof - against the my car. 'Okay,
get it over with, then', she said. I knew I had my chance now. She wasn't
suspecting anything. If I played my cards right here, well... 'No', I
said; 'It's got to be at your car; that's how it's always done' Somewhat,
surprised, she went with over to her car and repeated her positioning. She
looked back at me with an expectant smile. I remembered what I had seen
from cop movies, and tried to play along. 'Step away a little more from
the car, ma'am. And put the legs further apart, please', I said as I
placed myself right behind her. Then I started the search, my first try. I
did as I tried to remember from the movies, beginning from the neck and
following the back and sides, following each arms and along her belly.
Finally, I bent down and followed each leg down. I was careful not to
touch any sensitive areas; this wasn't my motive. This time. For now, I
only wanted to initiate body contact and trust. 'How did I do?' I asked
afterward. 'Well, not too bad', she turned her head and said. 'You were a
bit slow and missed some crucial areas, like my crotch, for example.
Otherwise, it was okay' I played along, and only smiled foolishly back at
her. When she began to raise as if to end it, I blurted 'Just one more
try? To get it right?' She sighed just a little, but went back to rest
against the car. Now, it was time for my kind of search. You see, this
time I didn't do it by the book, and not only since I didn't know but also
because my intentions were different. I began by examining her neck by
carefully tracing my fingers from her chin all the way around. She
realized directly that this was something different; I heard a curious
sound from her as I did that, but she silenced when I let my hands move
along her shoulders and a bit down her spine, tracing her shoulder blades.
Obviously, I had found at least one sensitive spot on her doing this.
'This was an... original method', she murmured. 'I had no idea it would
be so... pleasant being searched' Just you wait, I wanted to say to her,
but I withheld that since I didn't want to spoil any surprises. After
that, it was time for the arms. Slowly I let both hands feel their way
along each arm, first the left and then the right. All the time I tried to
stay behind her as much as possible, so our bodies kept real close.
Feeling the body heat from her bottom against my hip only intensified my
feelings. 'This isn't exactly by the book', she told me then, 'but you're
certainly thorough. Keep going.' There was no need for her to add those
last words; I could her from the tone in her voice that she was enjoying
this. Time to move on; 'Everything clear so far', I said with
authoritative voice and let my hands follow her curvy sides all the way
down to her hips. I gently stroked her sides all the way down; it was
tempting to move to the front of the body right away, but I didn't want to
rush. From there, I started 'searching' first her hips and then her legs
one by one. I crouched and placed both hands on her left hip, and from
there I slowly let the follow the first of those well-shaped legs all the
way down. I paid special attention to her bum and thighs, but her calves
were not forgotten either. Then I repeated the procedure for the right
leg. She stayed quiet all the time now, but from her breathing I could tell
that I was on the right track. After that, I rose and told her 'Well miss,
you seem okay. I only need to check those particularly suspicious areas
now.' She turned her face as if to ask what areas I meant, but got
interrupted as my hands moved to her belly and started caressing it. I
heard a slight humming from her, followed by a 'Ah, you mean those areas.
Yes, I think they'll need some attention...' Then I decided it was time for
the next step up the ladder, and opened up her shirt, I remember she tried
to object a little: 'Mmmm... I'm... not sure... we should...'. But when
I let my hands move inside her shirt and trace her belly and lower ribs
directly with no clothing between, her objection ended in silence. When I
felt the lower parts of her breasts right at my fingers, I felt I couldn't
control myself; I opened up the rest of her shirt, and placed one hand on
each breast. As I started caressing them, I breathed in her left ear.
Only the thin fabric of her bra stayed between my hands and her nipples, as
I carefully examined them. There could be no mistake about my real
intentions, now! I did notice some extra tension in her breathing now,
though; perhaps she wasn't totally relaxed about us doing this here, after
all. Part of me agreed. Nevertheless, it was time for my final, most
daring move. If that was accepted, I knew I had her. 'Right, miss. Only
one area of interest left,' I said, but my harsh voice was clouded by my
own exaltation at this stage. Then, I got to her waist, and as quickly as
possible, I unbuckled her belt and opened up her pants. 'This... is
certainly not standard proc...unnh!' she shouted as my hands 'searched'
down her pants and found her crotch - right beneath both pants and
underwear. My hand found a light patch of pubic hair that I stroked a few
times before I let it move further down. And there, when my fingers found
her slit, it was impossible to hold back; they dug in into her soft flesh
and felt the wetness there. She moaned loudly when I did this; with
half-closed eyes she seemed to look somewhere far away in the distance, but
I guess all her senses were directed inside herself by now. I let my
fingers work for a while, but I also felt the urge to move on; I was horny
as hell, now and my penis was rock-hard inside my still closed pants.
'This feels suspiciously ...wet, miss. I think I'll have to examine this
further. I'd like to remove your pants and underwear for a closer
examination. Now.' (I admit my act at searching her got more and more
ridiculous.) But she played along nicely. 'Whatever you... say, mister',
she said and lifted one leg to help me remove her boot. I pulled it of in
an instant, and the other followed the same way the moment after. Her
pants were already open, so it was only for me to order her to put her legs
together for an instant, before I pulled both them and the panties down her
curvy legs. In the back of my head I noted the clinging of the handcuffs
that were attached to her belt as they went down with the pants. 'Step out
of you clothes, miss, I need you to spread your legs once more', I said
when I was done, and while she let pants and cotton-panties slip out and
away from her ankles, I enjoyed the view of her being completely naked from
the waist down. The sun rays landed perfectly on her bum, moist from a
slight layer of sweat, and those nice, curvy legs seemed made for
nakedness. But my own urge only heightened, and I got down to the ground
and pushed myself in between her legs, facing her with my face right at her
crotch. I briefly looked up at her from there and met her eyes, mumbling
'I need to make a taste check for illegal material' before I let my lips
touch the juicy, red flesh right in front of me. She almost screamed when
I did this, but certainly not out of pain. I gently kissed her before I
let my tongue slide into her, searching for her most sensitive spot. At
the same time, my hands moved upwards inside her shirt and caressed her
ribs and lower breasts. Almost unconsciously, they found the bra clasp -
thankfully in front of the bra - and began opening up her final piece of
clothing. All this time, she made strange, incoherent noises that I could
only guess the meaning of. My tongue continued the thorough search, and
when it found clitoris, she started shaking uncontrollably; she was
obviously on the verge of coming. I intensified both hand and tongue-work,
and with the bra open, I immediately pinched her nipples. She screamed
once more, then, but longer this time. At the same time her orgasm pulsed
through her, she slowly sunk down on her knees right on the ground. I
could do nothing but crawl out underneath her while she collapsed;
obviously I had done a good job. But I was nowhere near finished; for one
thing, I hadn't come myself yet. While she sat panting on the ground, I
rose and picked up her handcuffs. I placed myself behind her once more and
then grabbed her round the chest to rise her up. She moaned only a little
as my hands touched her sweat-covered upper body. When she stood on on
weak legs, I told her, 'Right, miss, you are under suspicion of indecent
behavior in a public place. I need to hold you here while I perform more
thorough investigation. We'll begin by removing the rest of her clothes.'
Saying that, I stripped her of the last garments, her shirt and bra that
hung loosely on her now. Then, I handcuffed her wrist to the roof rack of
her car. She hardly noticed me doing any of this, she was still only
coming back from her momentary lapse and only raised an eyebrow at the
clinging of the handcuff. At that moment, I stepped back to admire the
view while I opened up my pants. Right in front of stood a beautiful,
young police officer - whom I had never met before, completely naked and
handcuffed to her own car! I could hardly believe I had managed to do this
myself. Lucky for her I had only fucking her in mind, well almost only.
When she heard the sound of me opening my own pants and the following sound
as they fell down my legs, she turned and looked at me, and smiled. More
specifically, I think she gazed at my rock-hard penis that now finally had
been let out of its prison and stood right out for display. I took out a
condom of my pocket and put it on before I stepped up right behind her.
There was no need for acting of any kind now; we both knew what should be
done. She pushed her hips slightly backwards to me, and I held onto one of
them with one hand while I used the other to steer my cock into her. That
went dead easy now, as she already was wet and wide-open. Then I could
grab both her hips and push myself all the way into her. Oh, god, it was
one of my best fucks, that one. I still remember us both shouting out loud
as I started moving my hips. I soon found our common natural rhythm and
let that guide me. Distantly, I heard her moaning 'Yes... perfect... oh
gahd...' and stuff like that; I guess I said similar things, but I don't
remember. Of course, it didn't take long for any of us to come; I had been
horny for so long before this I was uncertain I could make it inside her at
all, and she had already come once only minutes ago. My sight blurred to
something reddish as I felt the familiar twitch in my groin, and as a
reaction to that, I felt her muscles tighten their grip around my cock.
When I came, her second orgasm had already begun, so it was only a matter
of me pumping some extra to make her fully satisfied as well. And how she
came! She screamed loud enough for people on the highway to hear us, with
their stereos on! And her whole body shook in convulsions of epileptic
levels. I guess it was part my skills and part this situation that made
that; being stripped and fucked by a total stranger in the wilderness must
have added some extra spice. I had to glance around both once or twice to
see that nobody had heard us when I gently let go of her and let her slump
to the ground. Her arm still hung upwards in the handcuff, but she didn't
care one bit. Thankfully, I was in much better shape; it was time for mer
to move from the 'scene of crime', so to say. My souvenirs lay neatly on
the ground right next to her, so right after I had put on my own trousers
once more, I picked up her pants, shirt, bra and panties and went to my own
car. I emptied her pockets of keys and wallet and stuff, and also left the
cap and boots for her, as that would look kinky. Then I said a quick 'So
long' before I stepped into the car and drove away. As my engine started,
I remember she woke up just a little and gathered some strength to look at
me. That face showing both total pleasure mixed with despair will always
be a sweet memory."
After he had finished, I simply sat there in silence. There was nothing
else I could do, I was so stunned after hearing his story. That he had
left a woman naked and chained to her car in the middle of nowhere was
above my belief. I had to gather my thoughts, while he simply looked back
at me with the corners of his lips turned up in an almost invisible smile.
It wasn't hard to tell he had enjoyed telling this story, and that he
wanted to hear my reaction. Well, I'd give him reaction! "You... moron!"
I started, and he visibly jumped back in his couch. This wasn't what he'd
expected. "You're telling me that you chained a naked girl to her car and
left her!? Were you completely out of your mind? Do you have any idea
what could have happened to her?" (If anything actually had happened, I
guess I would have heard about it). Now it was his turn to become stunned.
"Well, I..." he began, but got no further at first. "It was just a game,
she was enjoying it!", he blurted out then. "And anyway, she got rescued
by a colleague, she had contacted her on her radio. I heard that from a
friend who owns a police radio" "Well, that's lucky for you, really lucky!
She could have been murdered or anything!" I said and rose from my seat as
I did that. I went for the door and never even bothered listening to his
weak reply, as angry as I was. I couldn't bear hearing any of his stories.
This guy had become dangerous. I had suspected that after the events with
my wife, now I was certain. As I flung the door behind me, I knew I had to
teach this guy a lesson, somehow.