Someone sent me a really nice feedback on Part one of this story which was written a awhile ago and with no plan for a follow-up chapter. Thanks, your words were a nice incentive for me to revisit this story. Let me know what you think.
"Well, Pinky, this certainly is the craziest thing we have ever done."
Monika bumped and bounced down the dirt road towards Sugar Mountain. The night before Officer John Driscol had called to check on a report of lights in the normally unoccupied cabin up at Moon Lake.
"It's him; I can't believe he's here after all these years."
Monika Ayers was spending her first long weekend in that cabin. She had purchased it as an indulgence after she recovered from her difficult divorce. ‘He couldn't have known what I was doing.' The Policeman had talked on and on as if he didn't want to let Monika hang up. ‘He couldn't have seen me with you in my ass and my fingers in my wet pussy. Could he…?'
Monika pulled up in front of the Sugar Mountain Police Department; it was the same log building she remembered from her high school days. She pulled into a visitor parking spot between a green and tan cruiser and a pick-up truck of some un-namable color. Monika squirmed a little to re-situate the butt plug in her ass and stepped out of her car.
"Thank goodness! There isn't much happening here this morning," she uttered to herself.
She was wearing a yellow, cotton sundress that buttoned down the front. It was hot. She had left a few buttons undone at the bodice to reveal a little cleavage and two or three at the hem to show off her legs--lightly tanned and smooth as latte with a few freckles of cinnamon. Her pretty red hair fell over her shoulders. She wore just a hint of make-up, a subtle shade of gloss and heeled sandals to flaunt her perfect pedicure--pale, pearly white. ‘Yummy! But not so much as to say, hey, buster, do you know I am standing here, talking to you with my little friend, "Pinky McDildo" nestled up my ass?'
"Monika…Monika Ayres? Well, I'll be fit to be tied. I can't believe it's you. You didn't say you name last night and…well, I guess I was so distracted I didn't even remember to ask for it."
‘Fit…I'll say your fit, and the tied part…I'd say you were fit to be gift wrapped.' She was so pleased to find herself being pulled back into Johnny Driscol's magnetic charm.
"Johnny Driscol, you always were a handsome devil but look at you all dressed up in uniform. I guess they forgot about all the hell you raised around here when we were kids? It sure is nice to see you, Officer Driscol."
"Come in and sit down, Monika. We've got some catching up to do."
Monika's eyes fluttered when she sat down on the hard steel chair. The electric shot through her body. ‘Thank Gawd you didn't wear the bullet panties, you ninny.'
"You look great, Monika; the years have only polished the ruby." Driscol's sharp blue eyes poked at Monika's composure but she knew this guy--knew how to handle him.
"You don't look like you've let the years grow any moss on you either, John."
She was seventeen then and Driscol was eighteen. It was the last summer her parents rented the cabin at Sugar Mountain. He was good looking (very good-looking,) he had wheels, a boat and being the son of the chief of police was practically a license to thrill. The locals knew him, knew what to expect but Johnny Driscol was the sunspot in all the summer girls' eyes. He was fast and he took liberties. But he had always treated Monika differently. ‘It was like he just adored me from the beginning.'
"How is your father? You said you moved back to help him."
Driscol's eyes dimmed a bit, "He's failing. It got to be that he needed ore help than I could give him. He's in an assisted living place in Carlyle." A moment of pause and then his face lightened, "It's not bad; He's even got a few girlfriends over there."
"Just like a Driscol," Monika tisked. "I really liked him; he was always a good man."
Monika squeezed her cheeks on the cold metal chair seat trying to lessen the effect of the intrusion in her bottom. ‘What am I doing, sitting here with this stupid thing up my ass?' She hunted for a switch track to this conversation.
"Tell me about you. How do you come to be back here after—what is it, twenty years?"
"Eighteen. I bought the cabin up on Moon Lake. I guess I always remembered how good it was when we were kids and I wanted to see if that was still here." She had never registered the thought till now but she could have easily said, ‘I wanted to see if you were still here.'
Being seventeen with a grown women's body was a lot to handle back then. Monika was going off to college at the end of that summer and an "accident" would have been devastating. ‘A girl has to have limits,' she used to say and Monika's limits were clear, "lovely to look at and fun to hold but if you break it…well don't even think about it." Johnny and Monika had an aching summer of dry humping. Monika knew he was getting "It" from other girls but somehow he respected her when she said "no." Many a night ended in a case of royal, blue balls for Johnny Driscol.
"Johnny, is there a bathroom here I can use?" The butt plug was getting unbearable. It wasn't that it hurt; it was just too intense to ignore with the conversation going so well.
"Two of them, they're in the back." Driscol thought she was acting a little strange--the look or flutter in her eyes, the restless shuffling in her seat. ‘ Was she on something?'
He chalked it off to nervousness or natural causes.
"uhhhh!," she gasped when she was safely behind the locked door. ‘This was not a good idea. What the fuck were you thinking, you idiot?' She un-did the row of buttons at the front of her sundress and took it completely off. She was cautious enough to anticipate an embarrassing mistake. She took her panties off too. Sitting on the toilet, naked with Johnny Driscol outside the door was just too much. She grasped the over sized paper machine with one hand and plunged the other between her naked thighs.
"Ohhhh Gawwwwddd. I'm fucking coming." Now she pressed against her sex with both hands; her orgasm came so quickly it startled her. Then she felt the slippery movement as her anis expanded and the butt plug ejected from her ass with the force of a small torpedo. "kerrrrplunk," it hit the water. Monika jumped off the seat to see if any vital organ had been expelled with the depth charge. The toilet's automatic sensor tripped and "Pinky," her Day-Glo Dildo was jet flushed from the light of day. Monika stared into the bowl. ‘Great, just fucking great, here we are in boon town and they have a golf ball sucking toilet.' She laughed—she had to laugh. She put her clothes back on and washed her hands and splashed some water in her face. ‘Maybe he wont notice the flush in my cheeks…Oh Brother,' she groaned at the double meaning.
"I was beginning to think I'd have to send in the rescue unit." John Driscol said as she came back to his desk. She looked positively radiant now. "Monika, you're just prettier than ever."
Monika blushed. "Amazing what a little freshening up can do for a girl."
"I didn't mean…or never mind. We have so much to catch up on, Monika, but I have to look busy. The division captain is coming around this afternoon for a powwow. Are you free later? How about dinner?"
"Only if you come up to my place. I'll make up something. We can picnic on blankets out back by the lake—swim even, if you like. What do you say?"
A perplexed look came over Johnny's face. "Uh…sounds like where we left off, Monika."
Monika squirmed a little at the embarrassment of remembering how she tortured him back then; how she would giggle at the way he would hobble back to the car claiming, "…my foot fell asleep."
"Don't worry, Johnny, it'll be better than that. I promise," she said with a seductive flash of her high beams.
"Sounds great. I can be there by seven."
Monika gave him a kiss on the lips and turned to leave. ‘What a dish! What a fucking indulgence you are going to be, Johnny Driscol.' She remembered how hard his cock was then. How big it felt pressing against her, through their clothes when they made out on the grassy bank of the lake. She remembered how she'd rub him through his pants. How she had let him slide his hand into her panties—his finger inside her. She remembered how much she wanted his cock then but just couldn't…
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