The man, with dogs

Picture it...

Scene: The back seat of the Mrs. car, parked behind a mostly deserted shopping plaza.
Time: Early evening on a blustery day in winter circa 2008.

Daniel is reclined in the back seat. His pants open. His cock hard and probing the depths of Frances' warm mouth. Apart from his open pants francesanddaniel are completely bundled up for the brisk winter weather.

Cue headlights pulling up from behind the parked vehicle.

"Oh no!" Frances exclaims, sitting up abruptly, not entirely surprised.
"Let me take care of this," Daniel grumbles, opening the door to stand and zip his trousers.

"Everything ok here, sir?" inquires the officer, cautiously approaching Daniel as he adjusts his pants.

"Yes, well...we'll just be going," Daniel replies hopefully.

The officer slowly peeks around Daniel to peer in the car door at Frances.

"You decent, ma'am?" he asks hesitantly.

"Uh huh. Yes of course," she responds in a daze.

"Why don't you step out of the car then please. And you," he says, referencing Daniel, "turn off the ignition and step around back here."

The cop directs a blushing and slightly put out francesanddaniel to the rear of the car. Their guilty shadows are now silhouetted against the dark back of the shopping center. They are sandwiched between the bright lights of the patrol car and the dirt dimmed taillights of the warm car they just exited. The man begins a gentle barrage of questions:

"Where are you guys from? May I have a look at your drivers licenses? Are there any drugs or weapons in the car?"

Daniel takes the lead, giving succinct yet truthful answers as a mortified Frances pulls up her scarf and attempts to warm her hands by blowing on them.

"This isn't a PARKING lot," the officer almost amusedly admonishes, the implied air quotes around "parking" hang in the night like the billows of exhaust from his idling sedan. Francesanddaniel nod their agreement, helpless in the fact that that knowledge didn't seem to matter much during the time BEFORE they were caught.

Still conversational and amused the officer states, "We have a K-9 patrol in the area. I'm gonna have him come over and have a look at your car."

"That ok?"' he asks, knowing the only correct answer is for francesanddaniel to agree, which they outwardly happily do while inside DYING to drive off already.

The man radios for the other man WITH DOGS to head to his location.

"So...how do you two know each other?" the current man asks nonchalantly.

There is a brief pause. Frances' mind is reeling. Here they are, two perfectly consenting ADULTS, caught in flagrante (well almost) in a situation reminiscent of high school hijinks.

"We're just...friends." Daniel mumbles slightly disgruntled, avoiding the entire topic of extramarital affairs and explanations how it's often difficult to find places to be alone for a few short hours--which is all information Frances was close to embarrassingly blurting out.

Thankfully the man with dogs arrives, preventing anymore probing questions. The hound sniffs the cold air excitedly and of course finds no reason for alarm after a brief search of francesanddaniel's vehicle.

The couple is sent off mortified with a warning not to try this again and the officers go home laughing.

Let this be a lesson to you all!

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