Uniformly Clete, Part II
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It was a quarter to one in the morning when Becky heard the knock at her
door. She rushed to the door and opened it. There was Clete. Clete had
showered at the Police Station after the end of his shift. He had left the
Porsche in the employee parking lot. With the city's video surveillance
equipment monitoring the lot, his car would be safer there. Clete had walked
to her cottage.

"Glad to see you." She said with a smile.

"I couldn't wait to get back here." He replied.

She invited him to sit down on the sofa. As he did he noticed that the
springs on this sofa were seriously worn. The touch of the upholstery felt
tattered and lacked for cleaning. He understood the age of the furniture,
because college students don't have much money, but was a bit put-off by the
dirt factor. But he wasn't going to complain because he was glad to be
spending time with Becky, and sitting down felt extremely good after working
so many hours.

Becky left him on the sofa and went to the kitchen. Playfully she said,
"Clete, I've got something here you're really going to like." She opened the
refrigerator and took out two beers.

The fun tone of her voice was the only thing that enabled Clete to overcome
his fatigue. After a few seconds of silence, Clete said, "Bring it on."

She brought out the beers. She handed one to Clete.

"Nothing like a cold one after a long hot summer night in this town." Clete
struggled to say in appreciation of the beer. He was just now realizing how
fatigued he was.

Becky opened her beers and they each took a sip. She put down her beer and
returned to the kitchen. The layout was such that he couldn't see her in the
kitchen. Becky slipped off the sweat pants and the T shirt. Clete was
unaware that he had been correct in his earlier guess that she hadn't been
wearing any undergarments. Her plan was to approach him nude, and to start
another round of fun with Clete.

"Clete, I've got something else you're really going to like." Becky said in
the same playful voice.

Becky didn't notice that Clete didn't answer, because she began to be filled
with self-doubts. She was self- conscious about her height. She had fleeting
thoughts that she was too fat (while in fact she was quite thin). Then she
went on to being insecure about her hair, and wishing her feminine features
were more pronounced. She thought about Clete, who was sitting on her
beat-up sofa wearing a brand new looking golf shirt, new looking shorts, new
running shoes, and the whitest socks she had ever seen. "Does this guy
always look this sharp?" she asked herself. She wanted to work up the
courage to approach him nude and start off some passion. Oh, but the fear!!!
The insecurity!!!! What was this? She had never ever lost her
self-confidence like this before. Quickly she slipped her clothes back on.

She stepped out of the kitchen and saw Clete. The previous night's overtime
shift combined with all day in court and tonight's regular shift had finally
taken their toll on the urban street hero. He was asleep on her couch.

Becky felt disappointment, but understood that Clete had shown signs of
extreme fatigue when she saw him at the deli 9 1/2 hours earlier. Her sense
of mercy prevailed and she didn't awaken her slumbering civil servant. She
felt amazement about her sudden self-doubts. "Thank God this lack of
confidence hadn't happened with my previous boyfriends", she thought to
herself. But above all she felt disappointment because she had betrayed her
own plan through self-doubt. She laid her clothes across the sleeping
policeman's legs. She watched him sleep, as she finished her beer, then
walked to bed nude.

She climbed into bed and could only think of Clete. She began to caress the
curves of her body while thinking of him. Her breasts, her waist, her
thighs, her clit. Clete was totally on her mind as she impatiently brought
pleasure to herself. In spite of the loudness of her moaning, Clete slept
through the sounds of her delight.

Clete woke up at 10:55 A.M. He looked down and saw Becky's sweats lying
across his legs. Immediately he got up and started looking for her. He hoped
to find her, and hoped she hadn't yet put on anything else. He went into the
bedroom, expecting to find her in bed. She was gone. There was a note. It
directed him to drive to a location many miles out of town, and told him he
didn't need to bring anything special with him. Clete knew where the
turn-off from the highway was, but had never driven down the particular back
road Becky was requesting he take.

Clete went into Becky's kitchen in hopes she had left some coffee on for
him. He felt disappointed when he saw she didn't even have a coffee maker.
He thought he would have a couple pieces of fruit for breakfast then be on
his way. He looked and saw she had no fruit at all. Not wanting the junk
food breakfast foods she had around, Clete got dressed and made for the
door.

He walked to the employee parking lot and started the Porsche. A quick stop
at the B Street deli yielded him everything he needed: an apple, a banana, a
pear, a box of condoms, and a large coffee to go.

Clete followed the directions Becky had left him. He drove about 30 miles
out of town on the freeway, then turned onto a two-lane rural road. From
there he turned onto a one-lane dirt road, the last place he wanted to take
his dear Porsche. But our Clete was a man on a mission and nothing was going
to stop him now. Three miles up the dirt road he found the turn-out just as
Becky had said it would be. The only car parked there was the same
rusted-out Toyota he had seen in Becky's driveway.

Clete started down the narrow dirt path away from the road. He walked
through fields that had few trees. Across the fields he started uphill and
into some trees. When he came to a ridge he could see Becky about 200 yards
away. She had an easel set up and was painting a picture of the pond in the
little valley below her. She was wearing a white French Cut T, and white
denim shorts. The white clothing showed off her dark tan to advantage. She
hadn't seen him yet.

Clete determined to use some of his old training from years ago to sneak-up
and surprise Becky. He managed to leave the trail and avoid the poison oak
while finding a position behind Becky. The last 20 feet were the hardest.
There were some dry leaves on the ground. One false step and she would know
he was there. It seemed to take him 15 minutes to make it through the last
20 feet. Then he waited until her brush was away from the canvas. He reached
with both hands and put them on her waist, right above the hips. He was just
beginning to enjoy the moment, her startle, the delight of her slender
waist, the pronounced curve of her hips, his success in silently approaching
her when he suddenly felt a super dose of the excruciating pain every man
dreads. He was sure his testicles were being pulled out through his throat.

As Clete buckled over in pain and fell on the dry leaves he was sure he had
never ever been hit so hard in the balls before in his entire life. He found
himself unable to breathe. The pain was so intense that Clete had no idea
that Becky was even speaking to him while he was lying there on the ground
in agony.

After several minutes of pain he began to regain his hearing before he
regained his breath.

"Honestly Clete, I had absolutely no idea that it was you behind me. It's
such an isolated area that I'm a bit afraid of being attacked when I come
out here alone. When you startled me I thought you were a wierdo, so I
defended myself", Even then Clete only heard about 1/3 of what she said.

Becky realized that Clete was out of commission for a bit. She laid down on
the leaves and soft grasses beside him. She held him and caressed him for
about 10 minutes, enjoying every bit of it. Last night she brought-down this
big man with one blow, and today she brought him down with a different kind
of blow.

As they laid there together, Clete realized that his hand was on the part of
her body where the curve of her slender hips juts out from her even more
slender waist. Clete enjoyed the feeling of just resting his hand there.
Gradually he moved his hand around to the rear and felt the curve of her
ass. . . . . .A clear sign that our urban street hero was recovering from
the intense pain of his unexpected cup check. She sat up and spoke to him,

"I'm truly sorry.", she said.

"No apology needed. I was out of line." he answered.

Becky reached for the lower seam of her t shirt and pulled it over her head
confidently. Clete looked at her petite breasts and took delight in their
contour. He quickly and nervously looked around, then realized they were
quite alone. He leaned over and kissed Becky as he put his arms around her.
How deeply he enjoyed the feel of her slender shape. He kissed one breast
while fondling the other one. Clete had no doubt about the tension within
his underwear. While his balls were still sore, Clete knew that his ability
to get it up wasn't impaired the least.

Becky stood up and walked to her easel and stool. She returned with a
blanket and spread it out. Clete scarcely took notice that the blanket was
dirty. Clete unzipped Becky's shorts. He hooked one thumb in each side of
the shorts and panties and pulled them both to her feet in one movement.
Clete reached around her waist and felt the toned curve of her youthful
butt. This was going to be an intense delight, Clete thought to himself. It
was also going to be a couple of firsts, because Clete had never done it
outdoors in daylight, and had never had a partner half his age before.

Clete sat up and pulled off his golf shirt. He slipped off his shoes and
socks. Becky then pulled down his shorts. "This brand-new underwear is
different from the brand- new underwear he wore last night!" she thought to
herself. Clete reached for a condom as Becky pulled-down his underwear. She
unrolled it onto his cock. She then put the cock into her mouth.

"Oh no, you're not doing this to me twice." Clete thought to himself,
embarrassed over how quickly she made him come last night. He let her suck
for a minute because the delight of it was so irresistible, then pulled her
away before he lost the will and ability to, and before she could score
still another victory over him.

He felt that delightful butt again as he rolled her over onto it. He started
kissing her mouth, then started working his way slowly down her body. He
kissed the side of her neck, her shoulders, and showed absolutely no hurry
as he worked his way Southbound. Becky wasn't going to take the power this
time. It was Clete's.

By the time Clete was kissing her navel, Clete sensed that Becky was dying
for him to go down on her. From the rising and falling of her pelvis and the
arching of Becky's back, Clete knew she absolutely couldn't wait, but he
could. When he finally put his mouth to her clit, she was two thirds of the
way to the goal line. It took him only a couple of minutes to bring her to
climax. A loud climax. Becky was trembling and screaming and making so much
noise that Clete was glad they were in the middle of nowhere. In her
cottage, all the neighbors all would have heard.

Clete was in total control now. He climbed on top and slipped his dick into
her pussy. Unaware of whether it was from Becky's challenges to his
authority, or from the punch in the nuts, or from the immensely satisfying
blow job last night, Clete felt he had all the staying-power a man could
ever want. He didn't stop when Becky reached her second orgasm of the day.
He just continued right on with a near-marathon session of old-fashioned
missionary position humping. Moments after her third orgasm, Clete's his
first orgasm of the day exploded.

They laid there for a time, holding each other contentedly. A gentle breeze
blew warm air over their naked intertwined bodies, a new sensation for
Clete. Clete made a mental note to himself that this was the best he had
felt in years. Never one to relax 100%, Clete became alarmed. He heard
voices. . . . .children's voices. . . . .three of them. "Oh shit." he
thought. The last thing he needed was to put on a show for the church camp
or whoever happened to be in the woods.

"What's the matter?" asked Becky, noticing Clete was alarmed.

"Somebody's coming." Clete replied.

"Don't worry. Nobody comes up here on the bluff. Everybody stays on the
trail below. Besides, as long as we lay down or sit down, they can't see us
over the shrubs."

After about 10 minutes he saw the people. If he could hear children talking
and laughing 10 minutes before the people got there, how far away could they
have heard Becky's screaming???, Clete wondered.

The people below turned out to be a man, a woman, and three children. They
spread out their stuff for a picnic at the edge of the pond. All five of
this family went skinny- dipping then sat down to eat lunch, unaware that
they were being watched from above.

Becky got up, still nude and walked confidently over to her belongings. The
sound of the ice cubes moving around in her cooler caused the people below
to look up. When they saw Becky they waved at her. She waved back. Clete
wondered if she knew them. Clete was quite conscious of the people below and
wasn't going to get up with no clothes on. Becky brought back a couple of
sandwiches and 2 beers from her cooler. They each enjoyed their lunches.
From waiting on Clete at the deli, Becky knew how he liked his sandwiches
prepared.

"You have no tan lines", Clete commented.

"You like me that way?", Becky asked.

"You look fantastic." Clete replied. "Where'd you get it, a tanning salon?"

"Here", she replied.

"Really?" Clete asked.

"I usually sit below by the pond. I bring my school books and study, then
jump in the pond if I get too warm.", Becky replied.

Clete didn't speak, as he thought over what she had just said.

Becky asked, "Have to Work tonight?"

"Nope. You?" he replied.

"Off until Friday", she replied.

"Want to go camping in the desert for a couple of days?", Clete asked.

"Let me contemplate it.", Becky said. She was totally afraid of the rattle
snakes, tarantulas, and other creatures of the desert.

Some minutes later Becky stood up and put on her T shirt. Clete sat up as
she did. She stood next to Clete wearing only the T shirt. Her dark triangle
was about a foot from his face, drawing his complete attention when she
said, "Let's go."

"Where?" Clete asked, as he looked up at her smiling face.

"The desert". Becky replied. She had known all along her answer would be
yes, for she was dying to go with him and wanted to be with him every
minute, and also wanted to take-back some of the power form Clete.

Clete gathered up his clothing. He tried to hide his dismay that there was a
spot of dirt on his shirt. He must have thrown it aside in the haste of
passion. He hoped it would launder out. He got dressed and helped Becky
carry her things back the where the cars were.