Letters Around Midnight

by Carla Croft

  I opened my eyes. The room was still the same, but I had changed and for a moment, I revelled in the pure silence. How long we stayed there, I don’t know but, eventually, he shrank out of me. We went upstairs to his bathroom and showered each other down, exploring each other’s bodies all over again.

  We are still seeing each other and Ben still gives me lessons. When the professor came back, he had the shock of his life. My playing had vastly improved. For the first time I realised how much he cared about me. He had done more for me than all of my previous teachers. He had needed to hold me back to move me forward. But my real teacher was Ben. He was the one who brought it all out of me.

  ***

  “And he composed the piece you were playing before?”

  “Yes”

  “What’s it called?”

  “Emily.”

  “Of course...Thanks for sharing.”

  Ros - Uniformity

  There are a great many visual pleasures for women. A man’s smile, his bum; but like some men are drawn to women in nurses’ outfits, French maids or for reasons known only unto one particular sub set of humanity, Nun’s habits; some women find themselves irresistibly drawn to men in uniform.

  I have to admit, I am not averse to a man in crisp livery either. There is something about a well dressed man; it takes me back to the days when my father was in the airforce and he would come home from the base in his blues. All the men looked so dashing, a hark back to a bygone era of romance and chivalry perhaps and so it’s understandable why women go weak at the knees when confronted by a man in full dress.

  Ros is a member of our social set. Average build, average height, cute freckles and always wears her hair in a loose ponytail. She is not particularly outgoing yet not particularly quiet. Your typical girl next door. The one who might end up sitting next to you at a girls’ night out at any weekend party in a thousand pubs or a thousand clubs up and down the country. Whilst you might expect her to have the usual female fantasies and longings she is definitely not the girl you expect to get so drunk one night she blurts out her latest bedroom escapade to you whilst the other girls are concentrating on a stag night across the room.

  So that is how one particular night I was rewarded for my ignorance of the goings on across the bar of young, attractive set of young men in very skimpy very tight fitting boxers with the following story. I hope you appreciate the sacrifice I made to get it.

  ***

  I have to admit I have a thing for a man in uniform. I don’t care what kind of uniform it is: policeman, fireman, sailor; anything, they make a man look real hot.

  I confided this to my boyfriend recently when I had had too much to drink and thought nothing more of it. One day I came back from work. It was dark when I let myself in. The heating had come on and the place was warm. Much warmer than usual. I thought it must have left it on all day. Steve wasn’t back yet which was unusual. He’s normally back by the time I get in with dinner on the go and a glass of wine on the side for me. I went in to the hall to take off my coat and was getting the dinner ready when there was a knock at our back door. I looked out of the kitchen window and by the security light from the garage I could see the silhouette of a policeman in our garden. I thought there must have been a break-in somewhere so I opened the door. I got the shock of my life, it was Steve all dressed up as a policeman. His uniform looked extremely authentic,

  “Excuse me Madam,” he said

  “We’ve had a report of someone acting suspiciously in the area,”

  Of course I had to play along, he was trying so hard to keep a straight face. I immediately realised he had thoughts of a strictly unlawful nature on his mind and wanted some role play. I started to get turned on.

  I let him in to the kitchen.

  “So, officer” I said leaning back against the units,

  “Someone been naughty?”

  “Well, we’ve had a report” he said whipping out a note book,

  “Of someone in the area, matching your description, dealing drugs.”

  “Oh dear, we can’t have that.”

  “I’m afraid I’m going to have to search you.”

  He put down his notebook and took out a pair off realistic looking handcuffs. I held my wrists out and he snapped them on and ratcheted them tight. The cold hard metal around my wrists and the constraint of being ‘cuffed was a turn on. I felt helpless. I obviously had to do what he said otherwise I risked being arrested. I began to tingle all over.

  “Now then Madam, I’ll have to search the immediate area where you were last seen” he made a show of opening a few cupboards and drawers.

  “Have you been anywhere else since arriving home?”

  “Um, the bedroom?” I said hopefully. I realised why the place was so damn hot. Steve must have been back early and had turned the heating up ready for sex play. There is nothing worse for hot sex than a cold house.

  I was escorted upstairs. I was of course made to go up the stairs first and I have to say the officer did a thoroughly good job of giving my bum a steadying hand,

  “To make sure I didn’t fall over and hurt myself during the search procedure.”

  Once in the bedroom he pulled the curtains closed,

  “For reasons of privacy,” and said he had to wait as a WPC would be along to search me in a moment. I was nervous. I wasn’t sure whether Steve was joking or whether he had got something kinky planned. Threesomes are not my scene, not unless it’s strictly mental imagery of course. I’ve had plenty of hot scenarios going through my mind like any girl trying to “get there” when things aren’t happening; but in actual reality, no thanks. He pretended to talk into his radio again.

  “Okay control” he said

  “I’m afraid the WPC has been delayed, madam. I have been authorised to give you a quick pat down search to make sure you have nothing dangerous on you.”

  “Okay.” I lifted my arms above my head but then decided I was being too keen for the purposes of the role play so I changed my mind, as girls are allowed to do

  “I’m not sure you can do this.” I tried to sound confident; but noticed a shaky edge to my voice.

  “It’s not allowed. I’ve got my rights,” I added, feeling more confident.

  “In order to ensure nothing improper happens madam, I’ve been authorised to video the search for evidential purposes.”

  Steve had obviously thought of everything. He went over to the cupboard and got out our video camera out, it was already set up on a tripod ready to go. He set it up facing the bed, it had all been planned out. There was no way to get out of this. I had to surrender. The problem is of course I am a total control freak. I hate not being able to command a situation.

  He set the camera running. We have occasionally recorded sex sessions but I was always wary. I’ve heard of too many stories of videos finding their way onto the net via disgruntled ex-boyfriends; but what the hell, I thought, let’s see where it goes, I could always delete it. Not being in control was, in a strange way, turning out to be liberating and things were starting to heat up in my panties.

  “Come on madam, face the camera please, this is a matter of national urgency,”

  I stood facing the camera with my back to him. I was getting pretty damn urgent myself. He started to give me a thorough pat down. He looked through my hair, around my collar, running his hands under my arms and around my waist, down my back, down the outsides of my legs and he asked me to lift my feet up to see the underside of my shoes.

  He walked around the front of me,

  “People often hide drugs in their mouths, madam. Can you open your mouth for me” I did so, he made a show of looking in.

  “Nothing,” he said

  “I could have told you that” I said and managed to sound just the right side of petulant.

  “Sorry madam I’m only doing my job. I’m going t
o have to do a second frisk search.”

  Hmm, I thought, this sounds better. He went behind me again and this time rubbed his hands over my breasts. He came around the front and opened a few buttons of my blouse and peeked inside my bra. He dug a hand in each cup rubbing his hands over my breasts looking me in the eyes. He was obviously enjoying telling me what to do. I could see his uniform was being put under duress from the inside.

  “Are you sure this is allowed officer?” I protested.

  “Please don’t interfere Madam,”

  “I think you’re the one doing the interfering.”

  He went round behind me again and I felt him kneel down beside me and run his hands up the insides of my thighs all the way to my panties. He was play rough and the feeling of his hands up my skirt was making me squirm. I had to move my legs apart to assist the search otherwise I would be resisting. I didn’t want to resist. If my panties aren’t moist by now I thought they never will be.

  He unbuttoned my blouse fully and I heard the zip at the back of my dress being pulled down. He ordered me to step out of it so I was standing there in my blouse, bra, panties and heels.

  “Bend over miss” His voice was so commanding. He turned me sideways to the camera and forced my head down over the bed with my hands out in front of me.

  “I’m going to have to examine you internally.” Now that was more like it, the search was finally going places.

  He pulled down my panties and put his fingers in my pussy. It was a real turn on to be ordered to do things. I couldn’t say no. I had to do everything I was told; and, it was all being caught on camera. The video winked its red eye at me mutely. Everything was being caught on camera.

  I felt him put his face to me and lick me from behind probing inside the entrance to my pussy with his tongue.

  I was beyond caring what the officer did to me next, I wanted his cock inside me and I wanted it there and then.

  “I’m going to have to use a longer instrument” he said.

  I heard his zip and trousers go down. He unhooked his belt and rubbed the leather over my bum and flicked me gently with it. I could feel my bum smarting at the sting of the leather. I love a little hanky spanky, the slap and tingle of it makes my pussy twice as hot. He tossed the belt on to the bed beside me and I could smell the leather. His cock pushed up against me and then pushed into me. It felt huge, he must have been as horny as I was. I love having sex half clothed, it feels so much more promiscuous than being fully naked. With the camera running, it felt much naughtier.

  He pumped me hard from behind, holding on to my hips for purchase whilst I grabbed the sheets, my mouth open in a great big continuous “O”. I caught sight of us in the bedroom mirror, getting a glimpse of what I would be seeing on the video later. It was a real turn-on to see me being fucked by a man in uniform. In my mind it wasn’t Steve in the mirror. I could only see the side of him from his shoulders down, the muscles of this thighs working rhythmically as he thrust into me. It was a man, any man; this random guy, taking me there, helpless. My sense of control was completely taken away from me.

  Steve was leaning right over me with my face was flat on the bed. I couldn’t stop him from doing anything he wanted to me. He grabbed my breasts kneading them hard. As he took me, my face was buried in the bedclothes. I felt him work a hand between us and felt him sticking his thumb in my arse. We’ve tried some anal before. To be honest, it didn’t do much for me before but then it was extremely naughty and him forcing his thumb inside me as he fucked me was all part of the feeling of subjugation. I could feel my ring giving in as he pressed in harder. The feeling of being entered from back and front was extremely erotic and from out of nowhere I found myself bucking myself up against him. I wanted something bigger and deeper and tried to tell him but couldn’t interfere with the due process of the law. I had to accept what was happening and couldn’t interfere although I was being interfered with. The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming.

  “Now Madam,” he said,

  “I think we need to make sure you aren’t hiding anything anywhere else.”

  He forced me up on to the bed to go on all fours and stood up astride me on the bed. I felt him push his dick up against my arse. I was so up for it by then.

  “Oh officer “ I said,

  “Are you sure?”

  “Believe me Miss, it’s necessary.”

  He pushed himself into me. He must have had some lube ready because he slid in easily. I felt my arse stretching open as he pushed himself in holding his cock straight with one hand, feeding it in hard inch by delicious hard inch. Once he was fully in, he produced a vibrator from under the bedclothes and slipped it into my pussy and set it pulsing. He must have had his balls resting on the butt end of the vibrator as it stuck out of me, because he was going wild. He was pumping hard and deep in long slow controlled strokes to start but he soon lost all semblance of control. The smell of anal is totally different to normal sex, it’s more of a sweet savoury than salty and the sound and smell of us fucking was intoxicating. He would slap my bum occasionally with a thwack for not complying with his orders to push back harder. I pushed back as hard as I could whilst he grabbed handfuls of the flesh of my hips and bum. At one point he slipped his leather belt under my waist and buckled it up around me and used it to hold on to whilst he gave my arse a good deep rodgering. I had never had him in so deep before or so rough. I could feel the roughness of my ring gripping his shaft right down to the root with each thrust. If he hadn’t have lubed me up so good I wouldn’t have been able to sit for a week.

  I had never been filled twice at the same time. The feeling was so intense. With the vibe in my pussy pulsing and him pumping down into my arse I couldn’t help but work my hands between my legs to massage my clit pushing it down against the vibrator. I had my face turned to the side taking the weight of us on my upper chest and shoulder whist he pulled me back by his belt under my hips onto his cock, thrusting forward. It was the most amazing ride of my life.

  The feeling of being so full with his balls bumping into the place between my arse and pussy sent me over the edge and I came hard. I grabbed hold of the vibrator and was pumping myself with it as he fucked my arse harder and deeper. I had never come during anal before and it felt deliciously naughty. I felt him tense and grunt as he came shooting his spunk deep up my arse. We were both groaning with the effort of coming. What the neighbours must have thought of all of these animal noises coming from our bedroom, God only knows.

  We collapsed onto to the bed him still inside me and the vibe still pulsing. It was a hell of a session.

  We watched the video back later after we had had a good shower. It made me hot as hell and we had sex again whilst watching it. I can’t believe how hot it made me seeing a man in uniform taking me hard from behind.

  Since then, Steve has surprised me at home in a variety of uniforms. We’ve been on fire, had manoeuvres in the rear garden a few times, I’ve been piloted, examined by doctors, arrested more than once and I’ve lost count of the number of seamen. Each session is dutifully recorded and stored away. If Steve goes out with his mates I often stay in and watch our sessions and when he comes back I’m raring to go. I’ve also surprised him a few times. He’s come back to nurses, teachers, his own WPC - the one who was late for my search and was very angry she had missed out and took it out on him.

  It’s added a whole new dimension to our bedroom antics. But, I am in control of the video. I certainly don’t want to find these on the net one day.

  ***

  Talking of videos, despite my focused attention on Ros and her escapades the wonders of modern technology meant my girlfriends and their mobile phones ensured I had multiple replays from multiple angles of the tightest buns we had seen in many a long night.

  Hooray for the 3G generation.

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