I had started moving my hand over my bulging pants, when I notice he doesn't. His silhouette turning around, looking for something. The soap! I realiz...e, and freeze when he pulls back the curtain and grabs the soap which was standing nearby, on the sink. And then he spots me. The water, dripping down from his face, over his chest and arms to his six-pack stomach, and to the long, semi-erect shaft and ass, makes a soft dripping noise. He reddens, throwing the soap back and exiting the tub. . Then he removed his belt and holster... next came the boots. And then he started to remove his pants and as he did I let out a tiny gasp! His cock was just as I had imagined... thick and long... at least 7 or 8 inches... just the way I like them. But that’s not why I gasped. Brad the cop was wearing sheer black pantyhose! His hard cock pointed straight up beneath the silky, transparent fabric. His muscled legs were completely shaved and the glossy, sheer nylon hugged his magnificent tan legs. "I . . . " She stopped again and her voice quivered. "I . . . " You . . . ?" I hated her for not being what you needed."Owen was caught off guard. He stood and thought and smiled. Such loyalty from the shadows; he was impressed. He stepped back and looked at her. She was obviously aroused, horny, wanton . . . but she was also scared. Terrified as a matter of fact. He smiled at her and brushed her hair back from her face and she shuddered at his touch."You . . . " she started and stopped, biting. She was sucking on him, and that seemed to be all that mattered, that and fire between her legs. She sucked harder, and he suddenly withdrew. “Enough,” he said. “Now, beg me.”“Please,” she whispered.“Please what?”“Please!”“Tell me you want me.”“I want you.”“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”“I want you to fuck me. Please.” Even at the last, she was polite, he thought wildly.With a laugh of triumph, he shoved himself back inside her, and started thrusting again, mating with her with vigor. She.