An Evil Woman

"Where's there's a will, there's a way," I told her, "You are willing, aren't you?

She stood there in front of me, threw her arms around my neck, reached up and kissed my mouth, "Yes I'm willing to try anything," She undid her jeans before getting into the car, it was far easier for her than most people. I kicked the beast into life, and let it idle, Chloe, had taken her hoodie off and was sitting next to me in a T-shirt, with her jeans opened and the zipper right down.

I couldn't resist, so I leaned over and kissed her deeply, my hand sliding down into her thong, and feeling how wet she already was. Her hips rose off the car seat as I did so and she held onto me. I buried a finger into her, she moaned into my mouth as my foot slipped and the engine roared. We both laughed. I asked her where we should go, she told me to go down the road into the carpark on the seafront.

It took me all of 2 minutes, to park the car in the far corner and I started to get Chloe out of the rest of her clothes, which took another two minutes, there she was, this waif-like minx, naked, I laid her seat down, and lowered my mouth onto her smooth mound, and tasted her. She was divine and came so quickly.

It was uncomfortable for me. So I told her I was going to grab a blanket from the boot and we were going down to the beach. "ohhhh" she said. She went looking for her T-shirt. I said not to bother and opened the boot and took out my 12' square picnic blanket. She did pull her jeans back on, barefoot and almost naked.

She stood there in the moonlight, her nipples hardening with each passing moment, a slight sea breeze came off the ocean and she shivered. I walked up to her and put the blanket around her shoulders, she looked up and smiled a thank you. I took her by the hand and walked down the path onto the beach, we could hear some chatter and then some giggling, but couldn't see anyone, so we walked along the beach and positioned ourselves in the dunes,

I took the blanket from her and opened it up, she lay on the blanket and started to take off her jeans. I liked a girl who knew what she wanted and wasn't going to waste any time to get to it. I stood over her as I took off my shirt, slowly, not an overly well-endowed woman, I didn't wear a bra, but there was enough there to play with and I liked them played with.

I unzipped my jeans and kicked off my boots, she reached up and tugged my jeans down. I held onto my boi shorts as she helped me off with my jeans. I then slid my hands into the sides of my shorts and eased them down off my hips. Her eyes lit up as my bushy mound came into view. She reached up to me as I let my shorts fall to my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood right above her. She looked so helpless under me as I lowered my moist mound onto her face.

I knelt. My knees either side of her head as I rocked slowly back and forth. She put her arms around my hips and squeezed my butt cheeks or as much of them as she could get to. She knew how to use her mouth and tongue. I quickly increased the action and she moaned into my core, which sent her vibrations racing through my nerve endings, increasing the build-up of an onrushing tide racing down from deep within.

It came in an almighty gushing, overflowing onto her face. She lapped at the juices, trying hard not to miss a droplet. She did of course, as I saw the shiny juicy liquid running down her cheeks and into her eyes, she had them clenched shut. But her tongue and mouth were still working to bring me down slowly as little aftershocks swept through my body, I squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples as she pressed a finger into my pink star. I eased back onto it. I moaned at the feeling and shook one last time then slumped forward. My tummy squashing her nose, she giggled.

I rolled off of her face half on and half not on the blanket. She rolled onto the top of me and eased herself up to my face. She kissed me, sharing the remnants of my orgasm with me. I rolled her over onto her back, looking into her eyes, a smile came to her lips as I saw her breathing start to change slowly.

I pulled her legs up, my hands placed behind her knees, she bent them as I pushed them up into her non-existent bosoms. I looked down at her smooth pink tight pussy, one that hadn't seen a lot of fucking, her lips still tightly closed, but obviously aroused, her aroma was that of a sweet tender young woman.

I placed her left leg over my shoulder, eased myself down towards her pink swollen mound, and blew on her moist pink lips, she moaned and lifted her ass off the blanket, I moved closer to her and let my tongue run slowly up the side of her mound, her body groaned and I run down the other side, ever so slowly.

I wanted her to remember me and to come looking for me in the future. I put her other leg around my other shoulder as I let a droplet of spittle drop from my mouth onto the tip of her core, where I knew her little button would be hiding. She again lifted her ass off the blanket.

As I put two fingers into my mouth, letting her see what was about to happen. She smiled once again. I moved my other hand to her mound and rubbed her slowly, her eyes closed and a soft moaning left her lips. I used my other hand to open her butterfly wings, and I saw her inner pinkness welcoming me to her core and her paradise.

I took my wet fingers from my mouth and placed them at her entrance, her eyes were begging me. I eased them into her softly and slowly, with no rush. Her hips were trying to greet my fingers but I moved them back each time she tried to push her body onto me. I smiled at the teasing I was giving her. I knew what I was doing,

I knew what she wanted and I knew how to give her the ride of a lifetime. I pushed into her she moan, she sighed, and she moved up onto my fingers. My other hand was resting at the top of her mound, pushing down. My forefinger and thumb searched for her cute button, my fingers slipped into her easily now as I moved them back and forth. I found her little nib and toyed with it, she ooowwwed and aaarrrrdddd and moved her hips quicker with each thrust of my fingers.

She was thrashing her head from side to side. Pleading, demanding to cum. My finger and thumb captured her pearl, working it within its shell, she was loud her pleading becoming desperate demands to make her cum. I eased off, she screamed at me "NNNNNOOOOOOOOO" so I lowered my mouth onto her tiny little clit, sucked at it, flicked it and played with it using my tongue to increase her pleasure, as I sent my pinky in search of her small tight rosebud.

My fingers curled upwards as my other hand pushed down on her cervix. I held her clit in my lips as I rubbed the inside of her tight pink pussy, feeling the roughness as the palm of my hand held her down she was squirming to get away, I stopped my thrusting and kept licking and sucking on her clit, my pinky now had found its place in her rosebud.

She was stuck between two places of pure pleasure as she screamed when she exploded onto my hand, not the hot gushing climax a mature woman might have, but one a teenager enjoys nonetheless. She lay there panting, sweating in the cold moonlight. She laughed, still panting.

"Oh wow, Oh my fucking god. That was so good, we have to do that again," She told me, laughing as she said it.

I eased out of her two entrances and wiped them on the blanket. Then told her "you need to get an anal douche babe," I told her.

She blushed and apologised, I smiled and shrugged my shoulders, "Not a big deal," I replied. "But something to remember when dating an older woman, she will expect you to be clean, inside and out," I smiled back at her. "Loved your pussy by the way, so tight and sweet," She blushed again.

We lay there side by side, she tracing a finger around my B-size boobs which looked large compared to her AA's. I rested my head on my hand as my elbow sank into the sand, while Chloe laid her head on her arm as she watched my chest move in and out. "Tell me about Terry Cookson," I asked.

"I don't know her that well, we have spoken a little when she is at the park, she fixes phones but not into older women. How old are you?" She asked.

"Old enough," I told her, then asked, "How do you know she isn't into older women?"

"All the girls she hangs around with are all high school types, they come down here from LeFevre after school, it's a real kinder garden around 3:30," She went on.

I laughed at her, here was this teenager calling out others for doing exactly what we've been doing.

She went fishing in her jeans for her phone, "Here is her number," she told me. I looked for my phone and entered it under PF or phone fixer. As I said my code would be easy to crack.

I asked her, "Ever hear of any of the girls going missing for a week or so?"

She stopped what she was doing and went searching for her thong, which I had already found and was planning on souveniring. "I have to be getting on." She said as she was looking around for her underwear, I took them out from underneath me and brought them to my nose before handing them over. Why do you want to know about Tell for?" She asked. Snatching her thong from my hand.

"Well to fix a phone, first of all," I told her.

"As I told you earlier, down at West Lakes." She said standing up and getting dressed. "Will we do this again sometime? I'm down there at the kiosk three nights every week," She said with a begging look on her face.

I smiled back at her as I zipped up my jeans, "Can't promise, but it was rather fun." We walked back to the car, I saw the goose bumps on her naked chest, almost bigger than her little AA titties. She pulled her T-shirt on before climbing into the car, I smiled at her and kissed her once again.

"Home James," she roared, then giggled like the teenager she was. She gave directions. Left here, turn right, then next on the left after the round-about. She asked me to stop on the corner, she could walk the rest of the way, she told me. She pointed towards the next intersection. "Turn left there it will take you down to Military Road, then it is up to you." And with that, she waved and walked off.

I sighed, smelt my fingers and then sucked them clean once more, forgetting where my pinky had been. I raced through the gears hitting 60 mph once I got onto Military Road, I was down at West Lakes in no time flat.

I pulled into the carpark just down from the rowing club, put the car in neutral, turned the lights off and coasted towards the skate park. The lights there were concentrated on the rink. So parking the car away from the lights was easy. I got out but didn't close the door with my customary thump, but eased it closed.

I walked along the pathway closest to the lakes themselves. Then once I was close enough I sat on a bench, my feet on the seat and my arse on the top rail. I could see almost all of the park from my seated position. It was obvious who Terry Cookson was. The girl sitting with a small group of girls all laughing and carrying on. Some cuddling, others kissing.

There would have been around a dozen older lads zooming around doing all sorts of jumps and tricks, some falling ass over tit and screaming with delight. To be a young person again, I thought to myself. Looking at the whole scene, I could see why Chloe mentioned riding in the bushes, more than on one occasion couples disappeared from sight only to reappear some 10 minutes later. No guessing as to what was going on in the bushes. I walked around the perimeter in the shadows, not wanting to be seen.

I approached Terry Cookson and with no more than a dozen paces to go before she raised her head from what she was doing, 'fixing' a phone for someone, no doubt.

She started putting bits and pieces into shoe boxes as soon as she spotted me approaching. Then put the lid on the box closest to her and moved it to the seat next to her. A couple of lads shot across the park on their boards and came up and landed between me and the phone fixer.

I stopped and looked them both in the eye. I cocked my head to one side, just enough to see the Sk8ertoyinc and catch her eye. I held up a Samsung G8, She said nothing and shrugged her shoulders. A lad put his hand in my chest and thought he was tough in doing so.

I looked him in the eye, smiled at him and suddenly in the blink of an eye, I grabbed his wrist, twisted it and bent it backwards, he turned with the twisting movement of his arm and I put my heel into the back of his knee and he collapsed in a screaming heap. I let him go and grabbed the smaller of the two by his throat, and just squeezed. His two hands went for my wrist and he grabbed it, I started to close my fingers. His eyes bulged and I let him go, he coughed and spluttered, picked up his board and sat down at the table. I raised a finger to him. "Stay, there's a good boy,"

I turned my attention to the innocent-looking Sk8ertoyinc one Terry Cookson, and told her, "All I wanted was someone to make my phone safe to use, I was told you were the one to do it." She smiled at me.

She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers, I placed the phone in her palm. She opened the back using a small flat looking object. Took out the sim card, took the battery out and fiddled about with it. She then took something out of one of her many shoe boxes and put it in the back of the phone, replacing the battery and the sim card. Put it all together again.

She turned it back on and then went through it. The photos that Lisa sent me got everyone's attention, as a small group of girls gathered around. With some sniggers and a couple of oh fuck she's nice, types of comments. She went to hand the phone back. And her first words to me were, "A hundred and fifty normally, but for you make it a round two hundred," Her eyes were stony cold, she wasn't joking.

I said to her, "how about we make it a round fifty, for 5 minutes of work and the unfriendly welcome by your boyfriends,"

She smiled, "the work was fuck all, you are paying for the knowledge and for me forgetting whoever you are. So it is still a couple of hundred, come back for your phone when you have it."

"Look, Terry," I said, "I am taking the phone with me when I go and not totally unhappy to pay you a hundred when I get paid."

She looked me up and down, then asked, "Why do you have naked pics of Evie on your phone?"

"How do you know Evie?" I shot straight back at her. We stared at each other for a few moments, both of us weighing up our next question.

She answered first, "She's a friend."

"I'm looking for her, her family are worried they haven't seen her for a couple of weeks," I replied.

She smiled, "that's Evie for you, last time we spoke, she was heading to a party over in Seaton with some Asian-looking guys, they were looking for a party animal for the weekend, that was the weekend before last," She typed something into my phone and then handed it back to me. An address on Tapleys Hill Road.

"Be careful, they play a little rougher than the skater boys." She said as she picked her boxes up and disappeared into the bushes behind her, her little troop followed on.

I sent Lisa a text message. 'Delete this after reading.' I told her, knowing she wouldn't.

I continued, 'Some gal pals of said missing niece tell me she is a bit of a wild child, into most things. A risk-taker, I am checking a place out, will text you in the morning.'

I checked the time on my phone and it had just gone 21:17.

Great I said to myself. No angel in her family's eyes but a street-smart wild child when out with her mates. If nothing turned up at the address I would give it a few days. Strange I thought, normally a kid leaves more hints and clues when they are trying to be all grown up. It's not like I can chase down some leads. There weren't any.

I pulled in the 24-hour Macca's went inside, got myself a meal, and some coffee and waited. I checked the address out on google maps, not that far maybe 15 minutes at this time of night. Then thought I would try an old mate out, from my time in the local force, he might run the address for me and he might not too. I rang the last number I had of his. He answered on the third ring.

"Well, well, will wonders never cease," Was his opening line.

"Hi, Harry, how have you been?" I asked with a tone that said I don't really give a rat's A.

"A lot safer now you aren't around so yeah I'm pretty good, no thanks to you," Came his reply.

"How many times do I have to say sorry, before you actually believe me," I told him.

"Not going to happen any time soon, so what do you want?" he asked in his no nonsense tone, then he continued without waiting for an answer. "Listen Myers, you and I never got on, so stop thinking we were mates or something, we weren't. Now fuck off," But he didn't hang up.

"Harry, I know we weren't mates, but we were partners, and we have enough shit on each other to do little favours from time to time, so if I give you an address, can you run it for me and tell me if I should stay clear or not," I asked in a softer tone.

"One day you little slimy dyke shit head, you are going to end in a back alley with a bullet in your brain, and no one is going to give a shit, you know that," He told me once again. I must have heard that line a dozen times now.

"Yeah, so you keep telling me, over and over, again and again," I reminded him with my sarcastic tone.

"Yeah, well you will. Give us the address and I'll call you back. Same number as usual?"

He ran the address and called me back about 20 minutes later.

"Hey, where did you get the address?" he asked abruptly.

"A friend of a friend, told me there might be a party there." I told him.

"Don't be a smart ass, Corrie. The FEDS have it on a code black watch list, so stay clear, the people in there don't fuck around. So tell your friend of a friend, thanks but no thanks for the party invite. Chances are you'll wake up in in some Chinese province working on your back 16 hours a day."

I took a deep breath and said my thanks. An AFP code black watch list, has one meaning, if you go in the front door, well don't go in the front door for a start, and when you do go in, do it with guns drawn and ready to fight.

What the fuck have I got myself into? Fucking Lisa and those blue ponds she uses as eyes, got me again.