And my long legs, toned from running three miles a day, looked fucking killer in the fishnet stockings.
I stopped by Ed’s place wearing the outfit one night, and even though we were still angry from the divorce, he dragged me into the bedroom and we had the best sex of our entire relationship.
Ed just pushed the halter down around my waist so he could get to my big tits and lifted the miniskirt up over my ass. He had my panties off before I even knew what was happening. Then he bent me over and fucked me from behind while I held on to my ankles and tried not to scream.
I remember looking up between my legs, seeing his long cock sliding in and out of my dripping pussy, his balls dangling and slapping against me. I couldn’t resist reaching up and hanging on to his balls as he jackhammered into me. Like I said, Ed was a cheating asshole, but the Kama Sutra had nothing on us.
I still had that outfit. Maybe I’d pull it out someday if the situation warranted. Of course, I’d have to shave my legs and trim my cooch first. Things have been a little slow down there, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, back on topic…
After a couple of years in Vice, Ed stopped by my place one evening out of the blue. I was a little surprised because Ed was supposedly in a serious relationship with a woman named Greta Vance who worked in the district attorney’s office.
Ed never showed up at my place unless he was horny and looking to tap a little ex-wife pussy. I was not averse to a little romp for old time sake, but when Ed came in with a serious look on his face, I knew he wasn’t there to have his pistol cleaned, so to speak.
“I have a proposition for you,” he said as he slid onto a stool at my kitchen island and waited for me to set a cold beer in front of him.
“I thought you were seeing Greta Vance,” I said, trying to keep jealousy and condescension out of my voice. “What’s wrong, Ed? Can’t Greta bend over all the way and grab your balls like I can.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s not why I’m here,” he said, taking a sip of the cold beer and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “And no, she is not as limber as you, but she is much nicer.”
“Nice never got you off, as I recall,” I said, standing across the island from him with my arms crossed over my chest. “So, what’s up?”
He took another slow sip of beer and stared at me from over the top of the can. His deep blue eyes bore into mine. I always said his eyes should have been brown because he was so full of shit. I felt my pulse quicken as I waited for him to swallow and speak. If he wasn’t there to fuck me, what on earth did he want?
Finally, he asked, “How would you feel about getting out of Vice and coming to work for me?”
I blinked at him. “In Homicide?”
He shook his head. “I just got a promotion,” he said, licking foam from his lips. “I am the head of the newly-formed Organized Crime Task Force. I have been commanded to put together a core team of five investigators and I’d like you to be one of them.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why me?”
He shrugged noncommittally. “Well, you can be a royal pain in the ass, but you’re also one of the best investigators on the force. I’ve kept up with your arrest and conviction record in Vice and you have the highest conviction rate on the squad.”
“It’s not that difficult to bust hookers and johns,” I said with a sigh. “I assume they are not the focus of your new task force.”
He shook his head. “No, we are going after the gangs, particularly those who are operating along the docks and waterfront, smuggling in everything from dope to humans to fake purses.” He gave me a hard look. “And we will not discriminate. We’ll hit the Italians, the Irish, the Russians. We will not discriminate when it comes to assholes breaking the law.”
“And what would my role be?” I asked, feeling a little tingle of excitement working its way through my body. I couldn’t help it. Even though we were divorced, Ed was still one of the sexiest men I’d ever known. And our sexual history often made it hard to concentrate on anything other than fucking him. I felt the old familiar feeling of hotness pooling between my legs.
“You would be promoted to investigator third class, given a gold shield, and be an active member of the team.” He finished the beer and ran his tongue across his lips. I couldn’t help but watch his tongue slide in and out. “You will report directly to me. It will not be a democracy and there’ll be no special favors because of our history. I am the boss and what I say goes.”
“Well, I’m used to that,” I said, giving him a dreamy look that did not go unnoticed. His eyes swept across my face and he took a deep breath. It was hard for us to be in a room alone without tearing at each other’s clothes. I could tell he was doing his best to keep his mind on the topic at hand.