Night Watchman

"Holy shit! Janette!" I called out. And now I did run. But Janette had already exited the building, heading towards her car, completely unaware of the danger that awaited her.

Armed only with handcuffs, as there had never been a need for any of our security to wear side arms, I dashed from the control room, sprinting down the hallway as fast as my legs would carry me. It was useless to try calling out to her as Janette was already well out of the building at this point. I only hoped that whoever it was that was lying in ambush, waiting for her wasn't armed with a gun. If they were, chances were that neither one of us would stand a chance.

I knew it was useless to try and over take her. She'd reach her car long before I could get there to do anything. My only chance was to sprint across the back of the parking lot, coming up on her assailant from the side. Hopefully, in my coming out of the darkness from an entirely different direction, it would take him by surprise, giving Janette a chance to recover from her shock, and perhaps escape.

I was still several yards away when Janette reached her car, electrically unlocking the door with her keys. As she reached to open the door, I saw the man emerge from the bushes dressed all in black, complete with a black knitted hood over his face. Janette must have heard the movement, turning when she did. That brief hesitation probably saved her life. Rather than stepping into the open door in an attempt to access her car, she spun away instead. Her attacker lunged, missing her by mere inches. A glint of steel sparkling in the moonlight as he did. Obviously, he had a knife!

"Janette! Run! Run! Call the police!" I yelled.

I'd closed the distance sufficiently to know that I could warn her, perhaps buy her a moment or two in order to get away. As I'd hoped, her assailant turned towards me in surprise, but I had already closed the distance, reaching up to grapple with the knife he was now swinging towards me. Rather than running however, Janette jumped at the attacker from behind just as his knife hand slashed out towards me. I felt a slight sting and a tearing as the knife ripped through the material of my shirt near the shoulder. But I now had his knife hand in mine. With Janette all but riding his back, I reached back, plowing my fist into his face, dropping him with one severe punch. I heard the knife tumble from his unconscious fingers, clattering against the ground a split second before he did. Already lying on his face, I planted my knee in his back, wrenching his arms behind and securing them with the handcuffs I thankfully still had on me.

"Now you can call the police," I told her.

"Are you ok?" Janette asked.

"Fine. You? Did he cut you...hurt you?"

"No...thanks." Weak kneed, Janette leaned into her car grabbing her cell phone, dialing 911.

"Who is it?" she asked after having given the police our location.

I reached up, removing the knitted cap from his head, spilling out a head full of long blonde hair in the process.

"It's not a he...but a she!" I exclaimed in surprise.

She was just starting to come around when I rolled her over.

"Oh my God! It's Rogers wife!" Janette stated. "She must have been spying on us, waiting for us to return here after the party!"

#

It was well over an hour when the police finally left with Roger's wife securely in their custody. Nearing two in the morning now, Janette and I finally headed back inside the building.

"You should call someone from your office, let them know what happened so they can send someone to relieve you," she told me.

As we entered the brighter lights of the lobby, Janette turned towards me in alarm.

"Craig! You're bleeding!"

I'd forgotten all about the near stabbing. Hadn't really felt any pain until now due to all the adrenalin that had obviously been pumping through my body.

"It's not that bad. A little soap, a Band-Aid, and I'll be just fine," I assured her.

"I'm not so sure," she replied hesitatingly. "Lets go back upstairs to my office and have a look at it."

As we rode up the elevator, I could see she was still visibly shaken. Her long dark tresses were all tangled, and she really did look a fright, which was perfectly understandable under the circumstances.

"Here. Sit down, take your shirt off," she instructed.

I did so; peeling off my shirt, realizing it had already quit bleeding and would need at most one or two stitches, if that. I noticed however that her sweatshirt had a smeared bloodstain, worried briefly that perhaps she had been cut after all.

"You sure you're ok?" I asked indicating the blood stained smear across her chest.

She looked down. "No, I'm fine. She never touched me. That must have come from you when I stood hugging you."

It certainly wasn't the most appropriate time to be thinking in sexual terms, but I couldn't help but remember the feel of those soft breasts pressing into me as we stood there hugging one another, waiting for the police to arrive.

"You'd best get that soaking in some cold water. Otherwise the blood never will come out."

Janette agreed, and though I expected her to head off to the restroom to do so, finding something else to put on, she surprised me by pulling her sweatshirt up and over her head revealing those magnificent breasts when she did. I know my mouth must have stood there gaping open as I tried not to blatantly stare at her, but I couldn't help myself.

Filling the sink with cold water, she wadded her shirt up stuffing it in. Sitting there watching her do all this with those beautiful tits bobbing about, bouncing up and down, caused my prick to lurch, reminding me even after all the excitement, that I'd been entertaining a different, still unsatisfied form of excitement earlier.

"I have an idea," Janette said turning towards me. "We really should clean that wound up a little better. That...and check to see if there are any other injuries we're not aware of. There's a shower in the women's locker room. I think maybe we should use it."

"Together?" I said in surprise.

Janette merely smiled. "I could use one myself," she said fluffing her still tangled hair. "Come on!"

Dutifully, I followed her out of her office, down the hall towards the woman's locker room. I thought briefly of reminding her that the corridors were under surveillance, and as such...on tape. With both of us bare-chested as it were, I knew I'd have to get a copy of that tape and erase it. Or...at the very least, confiscate it for myself. At least I'd have something to remember this evening by afterwards.

Once again Janette surprised me by completely stripping off the rest of her clothing before stepping into the shower stall, adjusting the warmth and spray as she did. It was easily big enough to accommodate four people. For a split second, I had to wonder if it ever had.

"Well? You coming in? Or are you just going to stand there and watch me?" she asked.

I was half-tempted to tell her I wanted to do both. Remaining silent however, I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothing, joining her.

Janette quickly attended to my wound, cleansing it out, ensuring that it really wasn't as bad as it had initially looked. Just the touch of her hands on me had caused me to stiffen, embarrassedly so however, and standing there as I was, there was very little I could do to conceal it. Looking down, seeing my obvious erection, Janette grinned placing it delicately within her hand.

"I suppose you're going to tell me that you're married too!"

"I am...but she's not the type to come after you in the middle of the night either. And besides, she has a boyfriend. I've known about him for a couple of years now. I guess my working these late night shifts haven't been exactly conducive to the perfect marriage."

She smiled, dropping to her knees before me in the shower.

"Well as long as I don't have to worry about her jumping out from bushes at me," she said winking.

But before I could even respond to that, I felt her soft lips surrounding the length and girth of my prick, drawing it inside that sweet sucking mouth of hers.

"Oh God, Janette! You have no idea how many times I've fantasized about you doing this to me!" I admitted to her.

I heard as well as felt her laugh around my cock as she briefly removed it.

"Oh really? And how many times have you sat there in your secure little office jerking yourself off, thinking about me?" she asked.

I felt my face turning crimson. "Just once...tonight in fact." I continued to blurb. "When I saw how beautiful you were in that black evening gown."

I wasn't about to tell her everything else I had seen. I wasn't that stupid at least. And didn't want to screw up my continuing to work here, though now...I had become a little worried about that since we were standing here fooling around. Or rather I was standing here having my dick sucked.

"Hmmm. I like the thought of that," she told me, continuing to lick and nip at the sensitive head of my prick. "I can almost imagine seeing you sitting there, watching me through the monitor, playing with yourself."

"God. If she only knew!" I thought silently. As much as I hated to admit it, seeing Roger fucking her on the couch in her office had been the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed in my entire life.

"What about Roger?" I questioned, vocalizing a portion of my thoughts.

"What about him?" she said still mouthing my cock as she spoke. "After tonight, even though he didn't have anything to do with what happened, I think it would be best for both of us if we didn't see one another again. Don't you?"

Janette sucked hard by way of emphasis on my prick, fully surrounding it with her lips, once again drawing me in deeply inside her mouth.

"Couldn't agree with you more," I weakly stammered in agreement.

"And besides...knowing that you're here, working late at night will make me feel a whole lot safer whenever I'm here with you," she added. "And I plan on doing a lot of late night work here over the next little while," she winked teasingly at me.

I knew if Janette continued to suck and jack my cock the way that she was, that she'd end up with a mouth full of cum-juice. Not wanting the pleasure to end quite that quickly, I reached down, drawing her up to stand before me once again. As I did, I finally reached out, clasping those gorgeous breasts of hers in my hands, softly caressing them while I leaned forward to kiss her. She met me half way, our tongues soon fencing with one another in a fiery embrace of their own while my fingers toyed, teased, and pleasured those hard twin nubbins of flesh that filled my palms.

I felt her shudder involuntarily, quivering in arousal. Now it was my turn as I slowly made my way down her torso, stopping to kiss, lick and suck her breasts, tummy, and eventually lingering at the apex of her sex as I knelt before her, spreading her legs slightly so as to allow myself easy access to that beautiful hairless slit that stood gaping at me as I tentatively slipped my tongue inside that furrowed passage.

"Oh yes...eat me! Eat my pussy! Please!" Janette begged.

But she didn't need to. And I didn't want to become good old Roger the Dodger either. I had no intention of controlling her, I wanted to pleasure her yes, but do so in such a way that we were both giving, as well as taking from one another equally.

Placing her leg so that it dangled slightly over my shoulder, I buried my tongue deeply inside the sweetness of her sex that greeted me. Lapping at her like a contented cat, I teased that hard pearl of flesh that peeked out at me, flicking it with the tip of my tongue repeatedly before devouring it between my lips, gently sucking, caressing it with my tongue.

"Don't stop! Oh Please Craig....please....don't stop!"

I had no intention of it. As Janette grabbed handfuls of my hair, nearly yanking it out, I slid a finger delicately inside of her, toying with the sensitive flesh I found there, probing for her 'G' spot, teasing it with the tip of my finger as I simultaneously sucked her clit, holding it firmly between my lips. A split second later, Janette was groaning with wild abandon, mashing herself against me, still pulling my hair as she came against my face in great heaving thrusts of her pussy as she near suffocated me in her pleasure.

"Oh fuck Craig! That was nice!" she said finding her wits long moments later. "And speaking of 'fuck', I think it's about time that you did just that!"

We soon left the shower, toweling one another off briefly before once again padding down the hallway back to her office in our birthday suits. "I really did have to remember to confiscate that tape now." I thought. Having the guys seeing me being led back to Janette's office by my cock might be amusing to most of them, but it certainly wouldn't be all that amusing to me.

With my prick still firmly held in her hand, Janette did indeed lead me over to the couch. Kneeling down on all fours as it were, she presented that sweet heart-shaped ass towards me, even wiggling it as she did.

"Fuck me Craig! Fuck me hard!"

I slid into her with ease. Her pussy was still wet from her climax, her lubrications still swimming around my dick as I thrust deeply into her. Watching her breasts as they began to sway back and forth as I continued fucking into her was far better than anything I could have ever imagined. Her pussy was so warm, so slick with her femininity that I knew I'd never be able to last very long at this rate. And she knew it too.

"Don't worry about it Craig. We have all night. When you cum, pull out so I can feel it squirting on my ass...my back. I like the feel of that," she told me. "And then afterwards, when you've had a chance to recover, lets do one another orally at the same time," she said grinning.

Just hearing her tell me that had the fuck juice racing up my shaft where I quickly began to bathe her back and ass in torrents of my white-hot cum-cream, just as she'd asked for.

#

"She really is crazy! All that just to get the night watchman into bed with her. All she'd had to have done probably was to simply ask him to fuck her and he probably would have anyway."

"True...but you know Janette. She loves to play these games. It's all apart of her character. And besides, she told you that if you went through with it, she'd let you go down on her, and she'd go down on you too remember?"

Roger's wife did remember. Though she sat there rubbing her sore jaw from the effort.

"It's a good thing he didn't have a gun or something, he'd have probably even used it."

"Which is why Janette ensured that the security here never carries any weapons. And remember, you're the one that accidentally stuck him. That wasn't supposed to happen either!" he told her. "After he yelled at you, you were supposed to drop the knife and then run like hell remember?"

"Yeah...well at least everything turned out the way she wanted it to anyway." Roger's wife said reluctantly. "And I finally get to eat her pussy. So I guess the sore jaw was worth it in the long run. Boy...can that man punch! Oh...and be sure and tell your friends in the police department that they played their part in this perfectly as well. I still owe each of them a blow-job!"

"Yes you do," Roger said reminding her. "Now...lets sit back, have a little fun ourselves while we watch the two of them going at it again. Janette's going to flip when she finds out Craig was watching the two of us inside her office. Though chances are, she'll probably get off knowing that he was, finding out that her little fantasy cop there was getting his jollies while doing so. She suspected he had been all along anyway. And this simply proves it!"

"Shut up and fuck me," Roger's wife ordered him. "We don't have that long before we have to get out of here."

"Oh...I wouldn't worry about it. By the looks of things, Janette will have poor Craig there busy the rest of the night."

Silvia, Roger's wife bent over the desk so he could enter her from behind while they continued to look on using Craig's personal little monitor.

"She really does love to fuck doesn't she?" Silvia stated.

"Like all get out. She's already setting something up for the UPS delivery guy. Wait until you see what she has up her sleeve for that one!"

"As long as it doesn't involve my getting punched in the face again, I'm ready for anything," Silvia said smiling through her split lip.