A Second Shot at Love

(Part One) Seductive Arrest

Gabrielle Garrison was a woman on a mission and neither the cold, fog, or the wetness of this early spring night was going to deter her from its swift completion. Reaching in through her police uniform's foul-weather coat's unbuttoned lapel, Gabby felt the reassuring comfort of the unyielding, metallic weapon holstered there. Pulling the gleaming revolver out, she studied its polished form glinting in the muted midnight moon. One by one, she counted the six chambers each loaded with a deadly .38 caliber hollow-point lead projectile.

Right on cue, raindrops fell with their pitter-pattering rhythm sounding strangely unfamiliar to ears which had spent the last three years in arid desert environs. After another shiver, Gabby pulled her hat over her head full of hastily-combed, flaming red curls. Holstering the pistol, the determined twenty eight year old woman steeled her nerves, stepped away from her police cruiser, and decisively strode up the blue slate walk towards the kitchen door.

Once upon a time, not so long ago, the towering structure known as Garrison Manor cowered Gabby to the point of making her quake in fright. The three-story, multi-winged Victorian mansion towered over the surrounding estate like some feudal castle would loom over its fiefdom. If this were indeed a feudal dominion then Richard and Elisabeth Garrison were its monarchs and their only son, Bradford, was its prince.

Coming to this place as the twenty year old bride of Brad Garrison, Gabby soon found herself facing a future full of uncertainty and trepidation. The new Mrs. Garrison was made to feel unwelcome as an inferior specimen for a daughter-in-law because of her station in life as the penniless orphan granddaughter of the local police chief.

Brad loved her in the beginning, Gabby had no doubts about that. But, this was back when he still had balls! As this young woman's college lover, he filled her cock-hungry cunt with his hard, horny penile meat every chance he could get. Gallons of seminal fluids flowed out of him and filled her vaginal void. The man's proposition of marriage was eagerly accepted with a spur-of-the-moment elopement quickly following.

Two years was all it took before the Lord and Lady of the manor had their pampered son browbeaten into submission. In effect, they emasculated him with the same surgical precision a surgeon would use if castrating a man's testicles. Dehorned and, for all intents and purposes de-balled, he stood by offering no resistance as his mother and father drove his young wife from 'their' house and 'their' home. Never once did it cross their minds that this was also 'her' home!

The month Gabby left this house was filled with notable events. Not only did she loose her marital family, but her elderly grandfather's life was lost in the call of duty. She picked up her university diploma alone and without a single guest in attendance. Instead of bemoaning her fate, this resolute woman took her eight years of high school and college ROTC training and her Criminal Science degree and enlisted in the United States Army as a shavetail Second Lieutenant. Following in her grandfather's footsteps, she became an officer in the Military Police. Within months she was policing war torn streets in locales stretched around the world. With stubborn determination and devotion to duty came swift advancement in rank. Decorated and cited for leadership and bravery, Gabrielle Garrison passed through the ranks from First Lieutenant into Captain then Major before enemy gunfire put a sudden halt to her career.

A gust of wind tried to brush Gabby off the slate sidewalk where she stubbornly strode. A twitch in her side reminded her of the jagged wound which had nearly taken her life only a few short months ago. With that third tour in Iraq, she knew she was probably pushing her luck, but hell she didn't have to answer to any man, so push it, she did! Okay, so she lost her army family, home, and career, but after recovering from her wounds, she received a job offer from a most unexpected place. Being most- eminently qualified for the position, she took the job in her hometown.

Stopping at the kitchen door, Gabby trembled. Unconsciously, she leaned over and rested her forehead against the glass-paned door. Six years was a long time. In point of fact, it was a whole world and a lifetime of pain gone by! Damn the waste and loss! Damn you Bradford Garrison for the lost joy, the lost love, and the lost dreams for a bright, happy future!

A movement from inside the kitchen caught Gabby's ever observant eye. A man clad only in an oversized bathtowel was stirring embers in an enormous stone fireplace. Recognition came instantly along with remembrances of times past. Indeed it was Brad and the man was performing a ritual which he and his young bride had used to do together. If unable to sleep, the loving couple would have a hot shower together, wrap themselves in soft bathtowels, and then have hot chocolate in front of the kitchen fire. The final step of their ritualistic sleep remedy was to throw down their towels for a bed, lie down with their loins conjoined, and then make sweet passionate love together.

Without her mind's permission, Gabby's eyes furtively searched the kitchen for sign of 'another' woman. Was she jealous? God no, impossible! Even though her eyes found no other, this woman's betraying eyes transferred their attention to the man himself. Yes, he was still the same tall, well-built, ruggedly handsome creature from years ago. Yes, his towel still tented out so far as to give the impression that it might be casually thrown over a fence post!

Wetness formed between Gabby's legs. After all these years her body still reacted as if she was the eighteen year old virginal freshman he had deflowered at his off campus apartment. She knew there was no fence post under the man's towel, but the magnificent hunk of meat he had there was plenty big enough to fill up even the stretchiest of elastic pussies to the bursting point. God, he had filled her pussy with it enough times that she ought to be just the woman to know! Oh glory, what she wouldn't give to have it inside her vaginal wetness right now!

Shaking her head to break the bedeviling spell which had been cast over her, Gabby stepped away from the door and allowed a cool mist to blow directly into her flushed face. As she often did when confronted with a challenge, she spoke aloud to herself. "Police Chief Garrison, get hold of yourself!" she commanded. "You are not here to play pattycake, tiddlywinks, or roll-in-the-hay with Bradford Garrison! You are here to arrest him!"

Having steeled her nerves, Gabby stepped back to the door and without looking in through the window glass she rapped the doorknocker several times. Her heart leapt as a shadowy walking figure dimmed the kitchen light. The door opened on creaking hinges and a melodious, familiar voice spoke, "Yes, who is it?"

Gabby stood spotlighted in the overhead backporch light. This courageous woman's determined resolve was shaken. The spirited speech she had prepared for this occasion escaped her lips unspoken and fled from this battlefield with the haste of a coward fleeing from a fight! Her betraying female eyes lingered too long on the swollen terrycloth mound between the standing man's legs. Using great effort, she forced her eyes away, but still they continued to study a firm abdomen and a chiseled chest. At last they stopped and gazed in awestruck fascination at the ruggedly handsome features of her former lover's face.

"Gabrielle?" Brad's startled voice quizzically exclaimed. Other than speaking her name the man could speak no more words. Instead of speaking, he moved. Flinging the heavy door open, he rushed out into the night, scooped the woman up into his muscular arms, and danced out into the cool, misty rain.

Stunned, but not really surprised, Gabby grabbed onto the trunk that was her former lover's neck and hung on for dear life. As she spun her around and around she recalled that some of this man's most endearing qualities were his unexpected impulsiveness, his outlandish behavior, and his unbridled passions. With her world revolving as a blur, she at last heard a few more words, "My love, my heart, you've come back home!"

With those words came a crush of impassioned lips. Why she allowed them to kiss her, Gabby had no earthly answer! Why she kissed them back, only God in heaven knew! Whether it was earthly mischief or heavenly magic at work here it seemed to matter little to these aroused kissers. Lip-bruising kisses were exchanged in a frenzied battle for dominion over hearts and souls. Saliva-wet tongues dueled and teased then poked and prodded inside oral cavities in a well-remembered, much-rehearsed contest of mouth copulation.

Finally, Brad Garrison sat the woman in his arms back down on her feet on the cold, hard stone porch floor. Inadvertently, his impetuous rain dance had loosened his bathtowel covering and his entire loin-covering outfit fell from his waist and landed at his feet. Although not embarrassed, this man knew the gentlemanly thing to do would be to pick the wayward garment up and return it to its proper place. Following propriety's dictates, he grabbed the towel from the floor and began wrapping it back around himself.

This man's impetuous behavior this night must have found favorable weather conditions to become a contagious agent. Chilled from the fog and misty rain, Gabrielle Garrison's immunity was compromised to the point where she became a vulnerable victim. Infected with this rash and reckless impulsiveness, she did the unimaginable! Reaching out a war toughened arm, her hand snatched the terrycloth garment being wrapped around her man's loins! Yanking forcefully, she jerked the cloth out of the man's hands!

Having lost her hat during the impromptu passion dance, Gabby's head was dampened. Using her confiscated booty, she began drying the wavy red locks hanging limp over her shoulders. The porchlight's glaring beams were captured within her luminous curls where they were magnified then reflected out in a rainbow shower of multicolored hues. The naked man's watchful eyes missed none of this display of feminine splendor.

"Brad, let's go into the house," Gabby suddenly announced. "I'm cold and I want to get warmed by the fire. Okay? I bet you're cold, too! You've got goose bumps all over the place!"

Just then, a cool gust of blustery wind blew against the man's back. He shivered involuntarily, yet he made no move to go in. Mother Nature took this moment to once again infect Gabby with another fit of the impetuousness bug. This woman loosened a long, thin, emerald green ribbon from its entanglement place in her hair and pulled it out. Making a quick hangman's noose knot, this brazen woman wantonly slipped the noose over the shivering man's stiffened goosebumped erection.

"I said, let's go in, and I meant it!" Gabby sternly explained. "Damnit, now come!" Paying no attention to her ex-lover's hearty laughter, this woman tugged on her lead rope and led her rebellious stud back into the comfortable, warm barn from whence he had escaped. Once this wrangler had her charger stabled in front of his fire, she tied her green ribbon reins into the shape of a prizewinning bow and affixed it in a prominent place on his magnificent penile shaft.

Brad's hands grabbed the lapel of Gabby's police coat, clinched his fingers into tight handholds, and then pulled the woman towards him. "You mischievous cockteaser you, you sure know how to push my buttons!" he exclaimed. His lips again assaulted hers with even more vigor than he had used before. He found that his ardent aggression was matched passionate kiss for kiss. Following instinctive carnal desires, this man stripped the coat down over the woman's shoulders, pulled it off her, and then tossed it into a nearby easy chair.

"Leave it up to a policeman's granddaughter to follow in a lawman's career," Brad whispered. "I'm not a bit surprised to see you in the uniform of your hometown's police department! Ha, I wouldn't be shocked to find you running it someday just like your granddad did!"

If Bradford Garrison were a more observant man, he would have taken a closer look at this police officer's badge. The golden shied prominently displayed the words 'Chief of Police' across its gleaming front. The badge itself was in fact the very one her granddad had worn! Ha, joke on the misinformed man, she was already running the police department! Okay, so she was only sworn in two hours ago, but she was still 'Chief'!

Brad's next move made Gabby question her qualifications to hold the title 'police officer'. One of the first rules of law enforcement is, 'never give up your gun'! Yet, here she was allowing this man to unbuckle her Sam Brown belt and remove her holstered pistol from around her waist! Her granddad was probably turning over in his grave because, like the badge, the holster and the pistol were also his!

Gabby's old lover didn't stop with the gun. With practiced skill his flying fingers speedily unbuttoned her khaki blouse and, like the coat, his hands stripped it from her. He tossed the garment into the same pile with the coat and gun. This man twisted her around and fumbled with her bra hooks. They sprang undone, the undergarment slipped off, and a pair of fully ripened melons spilled out. After flinging the frilly brassiere into his trophy pile, Brad slipped his arms around his woman's waist, ran his hands up her belly, and then cupped the well-developed mammary prizes he sought.

Inexcusable and shameless was her behavior, Gabby was thinking as her breasts were unceremoniously juggled and massaged! She did not come here tonight to pick up with old lovemaking habits! She did not come to get 'laid' by a man! Goddamnit, then why was she allowing this man to touch her? This question was asked again when he did what he did next. The nude man behind her unbuttoned and unzipped her uniform pants then ran a hand down inside her panties. The man had the audacity to cup a handful of pussy without a word of permission or consent! To add insult to injury, he inserted several fingers into a wet opening and began probing and playing!

Gabby surrendered. She had her answer! She was allowing this man to touch her because no other man in this world turned her on to the extent he did, no other man made her female juices run so freely, and no other man incited such passionate ecstasy to run through her loins! This woman wasn't even cumming yet, but she was happier than she had been in six years!

This impassioned female stood in a trance of blissful remembrance and renewed carnal awakening. She sat when her man pulled a kitchen chair over beside her. Brad had the intention of removing the remainder of her clothing, but before he could drop to his knees, Gabby captured his beribboned manhood and gave it a vigorous massage. Without disturbing his green ribbon ornamentation, she managed to do a fairly good job of kissing his cockhead and cockshaft. The fact that his pulse-racing erection ended up inside her saliva wet, cocksucking mouth, was not entirely accidental.

Brad was having one hell of a time trying to hold onto his man juices while he was attempting to figure out how to extricate his meaty manhood out of this woman's vacuuming mouth. Damn, he had nearly forgotten just how much she loved cock! Hell, he loved pussy just as much, so they were a perfect match! He was a spineless, brainless bastard to have ever let her go! Finally, he remembered Gabby's kryptonite weakness; she was extremely ticklish. Turning into a tickle-monster-fiend, he soon had himself freed and he had his woman stripped down to her bare nude female birthday suit!

At last he had the chance to drop to his knees between his naked woman's slender, sexy legs. His tit-hungry lips touched nipple-topped breast flesh and began kissing, licking, and chewing ravenously. Doctor Bradford Garrison gave the tit valleys and hills adorning Gabby's chest a mammary examination more thorough and comprehensive than any other learned practitioner of medicine could have given her! Just to be sure nothing was missed this physician sucked each cherry-sized erect nipple into his mouth, each in its turn, and checked it for proper suckability and flavor.

Gynecology was not Brad's specialty, but he had the medical training into how to give a vaginal exam. While he was down here in the vicinity, he might as well give Gabby's pussy at least a cursory oral examination. Running his hands under the woman's bare ass, he lifted her sitting body up off the chair seat and held it with his muscular arms up to his mouth. This man was thrilled by the fact that his former lover still kept her fiery red bush of thin pubic curls neatly trimmed. Keeping his eyes open, he kissed the swollen vaginal mound's entire surface area including its near-thigh valleys and its long, cracked outer lips. Satisfied that there were no abnormalities, he then proceeded to examine the inner vaginal flesh. Sucking in a mouthful of clitoral meat, he tested it for moist succulence and arouse-ability.

On the arouse-ability scale, Doc Brad gave Gabby's clit a '10'! His cock was for sure as hard as any man's rigid rod could get! As for moist succulence, well '10' seemed like a number to fit well here, too! Speaking of moistness, this man decided he might as well go ahead and run his tongue into this woman's vaginal cavity a few times and give it a quick assessment. With his tongue-cock cupped to stiffen it, that's just what he did! A river of feminine moisture drowned this intruder as it plunged in ever deeper and twirled around all over the place. For some reason, this medical inspector seemed to hear a sound of impassioned whining and moaning from some far off place.

Gabby wasn't just whining and moaning, she was getting read to scream her pussy-eaten head off! She knew if this man sucked her one more minute she would start cumming all over the place! "Damnit, stop eating and put me down, Mister!" she wailed. "Brad, sit me on your cock like you used to! Stop driving me crazy!"

Following orders from his love, Brad stopped his exam. Keeping a firm hold on her ass, he lowered Gabby's nude body away from his slippery wet face and allowed it to slowly slide down his chest. As her feminine loins neared his erection, drops of moisture rained down and splashed onto the cockshaft sticking up like some rocket ship ready to take off for heaven. The woman dropped lower and the head of the man missile entered in through the delicate butterfly wings of her inner pussylips followed two seconds later by the impalement of the entire vagina onto the cock rocket! Slim female legs wrapped themselves around a man's hips, settled into the saddle, and held on for a wild ride!

Six years is a long damn time, yet Gabby and Brad remembered their copulation routines like they had last done it yesterday! Her super-slippery, smoking-hot pussy slid up and down on his lubricated penile rod building more frictional fire every second. The man's hands cupped the woman's ass and pitched her body up and down in the air like it was a tetherball attached to his loins by an invisible rubber band.

As Gabby body bounced up and down, so too did her breasts. Her hands were holding onto her man's neck and his were busy tossing her ass. With no hand or undergarment to hold them, her tits were swinging out of control. Brad had a curious thought flicker in his head. He wondered if boobs got the name 'knockers' from being so dangerous when bouncing around so violently. One thing was for sure, if a man were to be knocked in the head with one of those gorgeous, free-flying female orbs he might be knocked senseless! At the least, he would be seeing stars for a week, although he would certainly be feeling no pain.