He said he had a gun
written by:
JenniGee

"He said he had a gun."

"How do you know, ma-am?"

"Um... like he said so? Like I just said?"

The detective steps back a pace; I guess he doesn't like the smell of stale urine.

"Ma-am, the sooner we get this over the sooner you can go, ah, clean up."

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It had been late and normally I would have been warm and cosy in my bed but a headache had forced me to leave the motel to find something to take away the pain.

The drugstore had been deserted, or so I thought. I searched the shelves and found what I needed. At checkout there seemed that no staff were around and I was tempted to leave without paying. I am such a nervous person that the thought of getting found out had me trembling in fright.

I stood and waited but now I had a bigger problem; the cause of my headache, too many alcopops, had also filled my bladder and it wanted empty. As I stood by the checkout I wriggled my hips, grinding my thighs tightly together in an effort to stop the inevitable.

Getting more and more desperate my fingers pressed hard at my pussy, which as any girl knows is a futile attempt to prevent a flow of pee. This action in turn reminded me that I had thrown a coat over just a pair of panties and nothing else.

Isn't it horrid how Mother Nature has no feelings for a girl who is desperate to pee and presses her fingers at her pussy? Not content with taking her to the precipice of leaking onto her fingers, she has to torment her with the totally inappropriate raising of her libido just ‘cos her clitoris is being rubbed.

At the point of throwing the drugs down and rushing back to my room to relieve an almost bursting bladder, a commotion in back of the store startled me so that I had to press so hard at my pussy that one finger pushed the thin fabric of my panties between the labia increasing the pressure on my tormented clitoris.

Two guys approached me, the first one looking terrified, the other, much bigger, was scowling and looked so threatening.

"What the fuck!" yelled the big guy. "You said the store was shut!" he struck the other guy around the head.

A pain lanced my lower belly as nerves affected even more my need to pee.

"You!" grunted the big guy in my direction. "Get over here... NOW!"

His eyes were on my hand which had by now pulled opened the coat I wore revealing the fact that not only was I almost naked under it but that my fingers had disappeared between my thighs and were pressed firmly at my pussy.

"Get here bitch and drop that coat onto the floor, looks like a nice tight little body in there and I want it. Don't get cute either, I got a gun."

I swear I wasn't to blame. It was the combined effect of too many alcopops, the cool of the night, my fear and his aggression that caused my bladder to evacuate instantly.

Such was the pressure built up in my bladder that a stream of pee gushed from between my fingers which I instantly removed from the area. Quickly I stumbled towards the guy and spread my feet apart causing the hot liquid to jet forward.

The big guy looked horrified as my pee splashed onto the floor and onto his pants. "You dirty bitch." He raised his hand.

Fortunately this was the opportunity that the smaller guy needed; he picked up something from behind the desk and hit the other man between the shoulder blades.

Knocked to his knees, the second blow from the store guy knocked him flat on his face. When he realised that urine was now soaking his clothes the brute sprang to his feet and ran out of the store.

"Wow! Did you do that to order?"

I looked at the store guy, not understanding what he meant.

"Pee!"

"What?" I still didn't understand.

The store guy frowned. "You deliberately pissed on the guy." This time it was a statement.

"Oh my god no, I wouldn't do such a thing, what do you think I am? No, no, I was busting to go to the bathroom and he scared me so that I couldn't help it... look, if you want, I'll clean it up.

"Come on in back, you can clean up there." He offered his hand but refused the one I held out. I realised that it was the one I had peed on and grinned to myself. "Wait a sec', I'll lock the door." He continued.

I thought that there were regulations governing the toilet facilities in stores. The ‘bathroom' was a tiny closet with just a toilet. There was barely enough room to turn around. It didn't matter as I had already emptied my bladder but where to wash myself?

The store guy indicated a sink over in a corner of the store-room. It didn't look that salubrious and I was ready to tell him that I'd return to the motel instead.

From behind, my coat was suddenly but gently raised off my shoulders and slid down my arms. The cool of the store instantly raised goose bumps on my skin. Don't ask me what, but something in my still pounding head told me it was okay to let the guy take the garment.

"Oh Jeeze..." As I became naked but for the now sodden wisp of lace that were my panties, the guy obviously either appreciated what he saw or something was not good.

Strong hands grasped my upper arms and gently turned me around to face him.

"Oh, jeeezus." His eyes were wide open, his lips pursed in a silent whistle as his eyes raked my entire body, dwelling, I guess quite naturally, on my boobies and pussy.

"What?" I said as innocently as I was able. "Hey..." I indicated the wet panties. "...mind if I get out of these, they are making me cold now."

It was true, the initial heat of the urine had dissipated and the liquid was now cold.

Without waiting for the obvious answer I stepped out of the garment and held it up giving him the ‘where do I dump this' look. He reached out to take it and it amused me that he held the dry hip band between finger and thumb as if it was contaminated; which of course it was . "Hey, I am getting cold here, where do I wash?" I crossed one hand across my boobs and pressed the other to my still damp mound.

The only answer I got was him pulling me to his body. Okay, it was a warm body and I was thankful, but being pressed tight to a virile male, and that coupled with the earlier arousal of accidentally rubbing my clitoris in an attempt to hold back my pee, had my brain erroneously interpreting the messages as if I wanted sex.

Now, honestly, it wasn't that I encouraged him, I just needed support and to get as much warmth as I could. My arms swept around his shoulders and neck. Next thing I know our mouths are mashing together and we are kissing like lovers.

His foot insisted that one of mine move apart from the other and as it did my pussy was invaded by a rough hand, one fat finger of which sought out the entrance to my vagina.

I'm no pushover... no, honest, I'm not, but... well he was such a good kisser and that finger kinda knew just where to find my sensitive points. Before I knew it my temperature had gone through the roof and my body was past the point of no return; I had to have him... no, what I mean is, he was so forceful that I couldn't resist.

His hands were all over my body, I was breathing deeply and that certain something inside me said ‘look out girl, its happening'.

I guess the guy was over-excited, anyway, he wasn't happy with us standing, and I wasn't going to get my pussy pounded on the cold, dirty storeroom floor, so he turned me around, pushed me over at the waist and before I hardly knew it I was yelping with pleasure as his not insignificant cock drove down my sensitive vagina, almost making me cum there n then.

"Drop your pants!" I yelled as the store guy picked up a good rhythm, shafting me from the tip of his cock all the way to his pants. But I wanted to feel his body, feel his balls on my ass.

With a grunt and a tussle the pants slipped down his legs and two deep strokes of his cock later I felt the warmth of his hips and thighs against my ass.

The excitement had shortened the staying power of us both, for within five minutes of his balls slapping my ass at each thrust I felt it swell deep within my core. He grunted as most guys do when they are on the cusp of releasing their hot seed.

He beat me to it, by a second or two, maybe it was his roar and his "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" and the hot seed filling me that drove me over the edge. My pussy pulsed hard on his hot, thick, rigid meat; he could have been in no doubt that I had orgasmed.

"Wow!" Then... "Oh fuck, the cops." My, by now temporary, lover grabbed his pants and left me, naked and dribbling what he had just given me as a very doubtful gift.

Then I heard it too, a commotion at the fronts doors. I grabbed my coat and threw it on just as a burly detective entered the storeroom.

"You okay ma-am? You're safe we just got the guy as he tried to escape."

They had got the guy? How?

"Oh no! No, no, no! The guy you got is the store manager, he saved me."

"You sure ma-am? I mean his pants were... well, he looked like... ah..."

"Oh officer, you are so silly. A guy saves me from a fate worse than... well, whatever. A girl has to show some gratitude, don't you think?" I tried to look coy and sexy.

The store guy's seed dribbled between my thighs and although I tried I was unable to resist rubbing my thighs together in an effort to clean it off.

"Ah... Yuh, I guess you're right ma-am, tell me what happened. I related the tale to the detective whom I suddenly noticed was kinda handsome in a rugged way.

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"...and you didn't see the gun, ma-am..."

I sigh, one of those long, ‘I am getting so bored with this', sighs.

"No sir, I didn't, I was being petrified by that brute, I had a terrible headache, and I..."

"Yes ma-am, you what... I need all the facts."

"Not all the facts surely, I mean doesn't your olfactory sense tell you what I am too embarrassed to say?"

"Ma-am, forgive me but I need it in your words, if you would please."

I am getting annoyed and didn't mean to say the words so vehemently. "I pissed my pants, okay now?"

"Thank you ma-am, you're right my nose is telling me something of that sort.

"Please! May I go to the motel and get cleaned up, you can come question me there?" Gosh, just how much seed did the drug store guy squirt in my vagina? It didn't seem to stop dribbling out of me.

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I have sat the detective on the motel room couch, he refused the only drink I had to offer saying that he doesn't drink on duty, but the way he sneered up his nose I guess he thought it beneath a middle-aged detective. Well, alcopops are the drink for a twenty-something girl!

My bottle stands at my feet in the shower and I guess that it doesn't taste that good ‘cos of the foam and water that is splashing in it from my body.

The hot water and the reverie of the store guy's cock opening up my pussy, is causing me to sing softly to myself as my hands spread the gel and foam over my body.

What is it, I try to imagine, that men find so tactile, so sensual about the flesh on my body?

Lifting a foot from the shower tray I grasp the ankle with both hands, and then slowly draw my palms up my leg, higher and higher. My eyes close as I try to feel the sensations that a man would experience.

All I can tell is that my thighs are beautifully slim, the muscles toned and taught. One hand traverses the outer thigh and onto my hip, while the other tarries just a second as it nears my pussy.

Now, with palms pressed to each inner thigh my fingers tease my outer labia, only to forsake them and continue over my mound. It is smooth as satin and pronounced. I have had a guy spend an eternity lying with his head on one hip, his fingers ‘attempting to scale the high mount'. Predictably, his fingers were forever slipping and sliding back down to the folds of the valley of my labia.

The slight swell of my belly that seems to delight guys, feels soft above the strong supporting muscle of my firm abdomen. Then my hands are at the place that most often is the area that is the first target for a man's hand, my boobs.

I am blessed with almost symmetrically shaped breasts. They are neither large nor small, in fact as guys sometimes claim, no more than a handful.

My palms grate over nipples which have already erected due to my sensual showering.

I have to give up on my quest to find out just how my skin feels to a man; how can a girl ignore the sexual sensations at her pussy and boobs, even though the hands and fingers at them are her own? I have, I'm afraid just turned myself on and I need to bring myself off soon. I will do it as soon as the detective leaves.

Water streams over my body as the last vestiges of foam leave my body; I wipe my eyes and turn off the water.

"Eeek! Oh my god!" I am startled and shocked by the outline of somebody in the bathroom.

Grasping at where the towel should be my hands claw at fresh air.

"Looking for this, ma-am?" I recognise the voice of the detective.

"I have soap in my eyes." I scream.

Strong arms enfold me and hold me tight, then softly warm lips kiss my eyes. As I open them all I see is the detective's closed eyes as his mouth closes over mine.

Oh my. This is the second time in just an hour or so that a man has held my naked body close at a most vulnerable time, when my libido has been and of course still is, high. Of course, he is a great kisser, and of course I am just too weak to resist.

"Detective! This has to stop and now!" My voice is as stern as it can be under the circumstances in which I now need a man.

"Ma-am, have I misjudged the situation, if I have I am truly sorry?"

"You sure have! I refused to be fucked by a guy who is fully dressed. Either get naked or get out."

The poor guy is all fingers n thumbs n his hurry to strip off and I help him. This is the first time I have seen a middle-aged guy naked other than at the beach. Although he carries some fat he looks good and I can't wait to see how years of marriage has affected his love-making technique.

Naked now, the detective pushes me against the tiled wall; he grabs my hands and forces them at head height to the tiles also. His mouth is hungry on mine, although his kisses are twenty years old but it takes me no time at all to teach him what I want.

Between kisses he orders, "spread ‘em" and I giggle into his mouth as I spread my feet and legs.

What started as almost a non-entity at his crotch has now become a thick, hard staff that he presses into my belly.

"Want it... ma-am?"

Quickly I raise one knee at his groin and stop it just before his balls.

"Want it... sir," I giggle.

His hands are under my butt and he lifts me as if I were a feather. I feel the tip of his cock wavering over my pussy lips.

"Give it detective, file me on that spike... fuck me, fuck me, now... please!"