Both of them froze, and Mateo shoved his cock back in his pants, painfully rezipping. “This is my niece, Luna.”
“Hi!” Luna had long brown hair and was dressed in a pink leotard and fluffy tutu.
“Hey there.” Isadora stood slowly.
“This is my friend Isadora. She’s a police officer.” Mateo hastily tucked his shirt in.
“Girls can be police officers? I didn’t know that,” Luna said, full of the wisdom of her six years. “Do you know my uncle fought a bear?”
“Yes, I did. I was there and helped fight the bear,” Isadora said.
“Did you get bitten by the bear? Were you checking Uncle for bear bites?”
“Exactly,” Isadora confirmed as Mateo stifled his response to Luna’s innocent questions.
“She didn’t find any. Should I check her?” Just to make Isadora even more uncomfortable, he sneakily palmed her ass through her skirt from behind.
“I’m fine. I had a gun and helped shoot the bear.” Isadora gave him a dirty look.
“See her feet. She ran so fast to get to the bear she tore them up.” Mateo pointed out the sandals he now noticed she’d dropped by the door.
“This is so cool. Hey, everybody, come here! A police officer is here to tell us about the bear.”
“Everyone?” Isadora whispered.
“We made the evening news. My sister brought my niece’s whole ballet class. And their parents. They all want to be firefighters now.”
“Fabuloso.”
“No kidding. I have to tell a bear story with a hard-on in my pants and my girl gone commando.”
“I can leave,” she volunteered right away.
“Oh no you don’t.” He took her hand and kissed her cheek." We’re going to suffer through this together."
Fortunately for the two of them, his apartment’s living room was out of sight of his front door. They recounted their tale to a crowd of several elementary schoolers and their parents. Their audience was primarily girls, but a few African-American boys were in the mix. The younger of two siblings had fourteen questions about guns.
After a solid thirty minutes, even little Joshua’s questions petered out, and Mateo’s sister led everyone out the door. He hoped he hadn’t traumatized his niece for life, but he was a little more concerned with the blood flowing away from his brain. It was more difficult than it looked to have a conversation knowing a warm, wet, willing woman was sitting next to him.
Isadora completely dissolved into giggles. “I’m calling ahead every time from now on. Simpre.”
He took her hand and pulled her against him. His dick twitched with the pleasurable pain of friction. “If you had let me finish a sentence, I would have told you.”
“You weren’t fighting very hard.”
“You were very convincing.” He pushed under the shoulders of her V-neck dressed down and took a long pause. It was a damn good thing he hadn't known earlier she had come sans bra. Her bare nipples were hard points, begging for attention. He was going to make her wait, so he nibbled on her collar bone instead. “And very very naughty. If I leave a couple marks here, can you tell people the bear did it?”
“Why not? I lost half the skin on my soles,” her voice had that breathy quality of anticipation of more to come.
“You might win the injury contest this time. ‘This injury was from the time I shot the bear in bare feet dressed as a hooker’,” he reminded her. “How’d you get to us first?”
“We were closest, working a contact. Partner handed me his backup piece when he got the call. I kicked off my heels and ran.”
“Just in time to save me. You didn’t hesitate even a second.”
“What did you think I’d do? Read it its Miranda rights? Like I’d let it eat my favorite firefighter.”
“My Tee-ball bat and I were ready. It was going to be a home run. A grand slam.” He teased her nipples, making her eyes roll back.
