When the Voyeur Decides to Play

My night started like any other night. I got up and put on my uniform, and put on my belt, where I added all the accessories, like my handcuffs, flashlight, my gun, and many others. I still feel a bit of pride when I put my badge on my front shirt.

Although I wasn’t by many peoples definition of a real police officer, I did have to go to police academy, where they taught me everything I needed to know about how to handle a possible dangerous situation, to how to preform first aid or CPR if need be. I had the ability to arrest people, but I would have to hold them in our tiny office cell till city officers came and picked them up.

However that never happens. Nothing ever happens on this side of the city. It almost makes me wonder why the people wanted patrol men to walk the streets while they slept. I guess it was just a sense of security, but they didn’t want security guards, that really weren’t trained, if something actually were to happen.

There is eight of us total, but four of us that walked a different section a night. We did twelve hour shifts, and worked every other weekend. Basically if I worked Monday and Tuesday, I would have Wednesday, and Thursday off, then work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. On the nights I had off the other four officers would work. Although we felt like glorified security guards, we still felt good about what we did, and knowing that we passed the academy, we could always apply to a police station.

On this night though, it started like every other night, but towards the end of my shift something great happened. Now I work from 7PM till 7AM, and it was about 4:30AM when I saw her. She was walking away from me, and was approximately fifty yards away. Now this community, doesn’t have a curfew, so people who live here can come and go as they please, but something told me to follow her. I maintained my distance from her, I couldn’t tell but she seemed nervous as she looked all around her, but she never noticed me. She stopped in front of some apartment buildings that were empty do to some remodeling.

This is where a saw the second person come out between the buildings, this person looked to be a short man, but from my distance I really couldn’t tell height. They saw each other and moved quickly to each other, as I watched them begin to make out with each other, I thought it was a couple of love birds who haven’t seen one another in some time.

That’s when I watched the girl I was following, drop to her knees and pull out the guys cock out of his pants. I admit I was very envious when I saw the length of this man. He had to have been about ten to twelve inches long. She began to suck his tip and licked up and down his shaft, she did this for a minute or two before standing back up, turned around and hiked up her skirt to reveal her bare ass, as the guy lined up his cock to her, I realized that they were exhibitionist. People who loved the thrill of having sex in public. They were in luck because I love to watch.

They picked a good spot that they believed they wouldn’t get caught, because her moans got very loud, so loud that I thought she was right next to me. Her screams of pleasure were intoxicating, and it had me pulling out my own cock to jerk off to the sight that was before me. When I heard her say to the guy to fuck her faster she was about cum I couldn’t hold back any longer and blasted my load all over the pavement. I had my eyes closed while I came down from my high and when I opened them, the girl was back on her knees licking his shaft clean from her juices. He was still pretty hard when they tucked it back into his pants, then they disappeared between the buildings.

I cleaned myself off, then finished my rounds. Over the next few weeks I couldn’t get the image of them out of my head. Questions kept popping into my mind like, was that their first time in public? Will they do it again? Will I be lucky enough to watch again? Will I be bold enough to get closer to see what they look like?

A few my questions did get answered, just not all at once. I did catch them in the act around the same time nearly a month later. This time she wasn’t as loud in her moans, but still hot as hell watching, and jerking off to them. Then the next time was about two weeks later and she was loud, like the first time I seen them.

One thing I did know though was, that they enjoyed their sexual fun on the nights I worked. I asked Dave the guy who worked my section on the nights I had off, if he had seen anyone in that area. He told me he doesn’t see anyone at all, though out the night.

So when I saw them again, instead of standing there watching, I decided I better end it, before they either get hurt, or someone else catches them and calls us to arrest them. Sense I didn’t want them to have a record for doing something they enjoy, not to mention if I were to get caught jerking off to them and losing my job. As much as I hated to do it, I walked right behind the guy as he was enjoying his blow job and tapped him on the shoulder.

He jumped sky high, I couldn’t blame him, getting caught in the act would scare the shit out of me too, but when he turned around it was I that was shocked. Here I was expecting to see a man and a woman who enjoys the thrill of the possibility of being caught, but instead I was looking at not one but two teenage girls.

Yeah I said it two teenage girls, count them ONE, TWO teenage girls. They couldn’t be older than fifteen. I couldn’t believe it. Their faces told the tale, that they were scared to death not turned on by the fact that they were caught. Then the sudden thought that I was jerking off to young teenage girls almost made me throw up. I never looked at girls that way, unless they were around my age, and I thought they were in their twenties.

“What are you girls doing out at this time of day?” I ask them letting them believe I didn’t know what they were doing.

“We… um… we… we were just… um… we were just on our way home.” Said the one that was wearing a strap on, with the fake cock that I was so envious of.