Police House Call

“I just came back to ask you a few more questions.”
“Okay sweetie.” I said in my most sugary voice that was more like a whisper. “Would you care for something to drink? OH, sorry,” I said slapping my forehead lightly. “Policeman can’t drink on duty.”
“Actually, I was off duty thirty minutes ago. Yeah, I have to go this way home and I decided to do a follow up.”
“Oh, so is that a yes? `
“Yes. I’d like a beer if you got one.”
“One beer coming up.” I was in my bathrobe and decided to change back into the skimpy outfit. I sensed that he would like that. I was right. I returned to the living room with his beer and the change of outfit. I noticed the look on his face. I had to be very careful, this was a cop and I didn’t know how he felt about trans women. I knew that I would have to reveal the truth or there would be trouble. After all the man was a cop and he could make trouble for me.
He wasn’t shocked when I told him that I was trans. In fact his mood seemed to lighten up. “I thought that from the beginning. I have a radar for things like that. That’s why I’m a good detective.”
“Wow, brag much?” I asked playfully and we both chuckled. That lighten the mood even further and things took off from there. “Why don’t you come over here and sit next to me?” I patted the pillow on the couch next to me. I didn’t have to tell him twice. He promptly moved closer and I felt the heat radiating from his thigh.
“You smell good,” he said, licking his lips.
“You want to kiss me?” I asked pretending to be shy. “But you can’t tell anyone, you know that.”
He didn’t answer me with words, instead he moved closer and pulled me into him. We engaged in a passionate French kiss that made my knees buckle. “Damn.” Being the nymphomaniac that I am, I was handling his cock through the thin material of his pants. “You are pretty big,” I said in awe.”
“You’re not disappointed then?”
“Are you kidding me dude?”
He smiled. “Yes, I am kidding.” Before I could say anything else he was all over me. Now I know what people mean when they say it felt like a person had eight hands. He was touching everything. He started sucking my titties through the skimpy bra I was wearing. “Oh detective,” I was drifting into a passion daze.
“You can’t tell anyone about this.”
“I’m very discreete sugar.