Jack Street Apartment Complex

A three story apartment complex with several rooms and tenets alike. Only a few buildings away from the Apple Inn and only across the street from Bar Jack in downtown Raccoon. Its where the R.P.D.s youngest Lieutenant resided for the past four years. He came from a wealthy family, and was originally from New York state. The complex is only a short walk away from the RPD Building on Ennerdale street, so to Damian it suited his needs well. His personal vehicle has been sitting still in the RPD's underground garage for the better part of two years now since it was unnecessary. Being a young, handsome man it was somewhat surprising that he was single. He was for the most part, married to his job, spending most of his time at the station, and these days with the cannibal murders and the shit that happened up at the Spencer Mansion with the S.T.A.R.S., even more so. However, the night before Damian after getting off shift decided to enter Bar Black Jack, or 'Bar Jack' as the locals of Raccoon called it. He met a rather alluring woman in the bar who was visiting friends. The two drank together, and after one thing lead to another, the young police officer took her home with him, against both their better judgments.

Damian fumbles with the door's lock, the tall, gorgeous woman he met in the Bar across the street, Donna, had been pressed against the doors surface. Her back leaning against the painted surface, his other arm was curled around her lower back his smooth, warm lips wet with the aftermath of a couple beers he had with Miss-Mrs. Marchant were planted against her neck and making their way up, against her chin, then her plush, glossy red lips. All the flirtatious talk, her body against his as they had stumbled, shambled like the creatures within the works of the great George Romero on their short walk from the bar to the apartment. Donna's ferocity. It was no wonder his member was firm and stiff like a pitched tent in the most uncomfortable manner under his jeans. The throbbing bulge rubbing against her inner thigh, turned on by the woman, and lazily using her to push open the door.

They stumbled into the dark apartment, the light of the hall illuminating the place. It looked like Damian had just moved in, boxes stacked here and there, a couch and a tv facing them, a kitchenette to the right, adjacent to a door to his bedroom. He carried the lovely woman deeper into the apartment, his lips peeling away from hers briefly to gasp for air. "Hah... welcome to my place, not much.. ha..." he says, using his heel to close the apartment door behind him, his now free hand cupping Donna's left cheek. "...in process of moving out." he says with a somewhat boyish smirk, his arm around her back pulling her a little closer, and he could feel her large, DD breasts pressing against his toned, chiseled chest hidden behind a pale blue button down, now half tucked behind his jeans. The radio he had left on before he left for his shift the day before was talking about some sort of tension rising in Zanzibarland South Africa, but it was all but white noise as his attention was fully on his guest from out of town. I know we shouldn't... but fuck does it feel good to stray from the norm. Gotta live on the edge a little! Damian thought as he kicked off his shoes, and flicks on the kitchenette's overhead fluorescent light.

(ooc: good start? lemme know and I can make edits if need be )

She draped herself against the man, her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders. When she hadn't been able to meet up with her friends Cathy and Tim who lived in Raccoon city she'd decided to go out and blow off steam. A few drinks, letting herself go, I mean why not, after what her sister and husband had done she deserved some fun too!

She'd picked out her sexiest dress, a silky number that clung to her mid thighs, just long enough to be decent but short enough to promise so much more. The top barely constrained her ample breasts, which seemed to move with a life of their own, seemingly intent on breaking free! Wearing heels that brought her almost up to 6' in height and accentuated her long legs which she'd clad in sheer black stockings. Legs which she now stroked against the side of this man's thigh.

She'd gone out looking to have a few drinks and some fun flirting with strangers in a strange town, but now here she was, back with some stranger at his place and this had gone past flirting. Her hands tugged his shirt from his trousers, she could feel him hard against her thigh as she unfastened his shirt. Looking at him more closely as her hands explored his toned body, flat stomach, powerful chest. Physically so much more attractive than her husband. And handsome too she thought as they made eye contact, in a rugged sense.

Pulling his shirt off she hitched her skirt up, revealing her hips and ass, the curves emphasised by the fit of her stockings and the suspenders clinging to her form. Twisting in his arms so she faced the kitchenette she bent over slightly presenting herself to him. Looking over her shoulder she smiled as she wiggled her hips "F**k me baby" she whispered.
Revenge sex was just the best sex!

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:She draped herself against the man, her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders. When she hadn't been able to meet up with her friends Cathy and Tim who lived in Raccoon city she'd decided to go out and blow off steam. A few drinks, letting herself go, I mean why not, after what her sister and husband had done she deserved some fun too!

She'd picked out her sexiest dress, a silky number that clung to her mid thighs, just long enough to be decent but short enough to promise so much more. The top barely constrained her ample breasts, which seemed to move with a life of their own, seemingly intent on breaking free! Wearing heels that brought her almost up to 6' in height and accentuated her long legs which she'd clad in sheer black stockings. Legs which she now stroked against the side of this man's thigh.

She'd gone out looking to have a few drinks and some fun flirting with strangers in a strange town, but now here she was, back with some stranger at his place and this had gone past flirting. Her hands tugged his shirt from his trousers, she could feel him hard against her thigh as she unfastened his shirt. Looking at him more closely as her hands explored his toned body, flat stomach, powerful chest. Physically so much more attractive than her husband. And handsome too she thought as they made eye contact, in a rugged sense.

Pulling his shirt off she hitched her skirt up, revealing her hips and ass, the curves emphasised by the fit of her stockings and the suspenders clinging to her form. Twisting in his arms so she faced the kitchenette she bent over slightly presenting herself to him. Looking over her shoulder she smiled as she wiggled her hips "F**k me baby" she whispered.
Revenge sex was just the best sex!  

He couldn't help but smirk as she explored his toned features. Becoming a member of the RPD's SWAT bulked him up a little, so he had taut muscle and an athletic build from rigorous training... and was about be rather rigorous with his lady friend as well! He pulled her into another deep kiss, his dark blue eyes drank in her lovely curves, her creamy, jiggly flesh as she presented herself to him, looking back with her large and seductive crystal blue eyes. "Fuck me baby," came her husky whisper, and Damian could not back down from such an order, especially after such an enticing little wiggle of her hips! He smirked. "Gladly." He says, cupping her hips, his left hand slipping down the front of her pelvis, his fingers slipping beneath the silky folds of her dress, gently inserting them into her smooth slit. His other hand messed with his buckle, unzipping his blue jeans, letting them fall down to his ankles. His pitched tent of his length was feeling less constrained now, rubbing between her thighs as he slowly yanked his boxers down. While his warm, rough, long member waggled out from his britches, his right hand crawled up her thigh, under her silky dress and up to her right, jiggly breast. He pulled himself closer, his left hand teasing her pussy, while his right hand gripped her breast and began to massage it with groping strokes. His thumb rolled her nipple, pulling it under his palm, the jiggly soft flesh malleable in his rough hand.

His hardened member dragged beneath the fabric of her dainty black lace thong, his warm flesh kissing hers in a playful manner!

She pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it slip down her arms the full ponderous orbs of her breasts swinging free of her dress' constraints, the fabric almost breathing a sigh of relief. She couldn't believe how excited she was, it was so out of character for her, she'd had a few one night stands in her past, but not many and none at all since she'd been married. Pushing that thought from her mind she leant forwards pulling her panties to one side as the man stroked her breasts teasing her already hard nipples with his rough working man hands. She reached back between her legs delicately taking his stiff rod in her fingers and guiding him towards her moist sex.

Oh God he was hard, and big, she was going to enjoy this. Biting her bottom lip she teased him against her sex. Looking over her shoulder at him, waiting, wanting him inside her.

Watching her large breasts roll out of her dress, bobble and swaying in front of her only made him harder, and the need to get inside her increased dramatically! He quivered when her cool, slender fingers gripped his head, and guided it to her moist flower, feeling her dripping form rubbing against the tip of his member. He drew himself closer, his right hand gripping her breast tight, his left hand now anchoring around the nook between her hips and chest, his thumb stroking the upper soft contours of flesh of her ass! He hummed against her left ear, his lips pressing against her neck, her scent and sexy form driving him mad! He slowly, eases his length into her moist sex. She was tight and warm, her walls somewhat resistant as he slipped himself deeper, and deeper...

God, she is fucking hot! his youthful mind screamed in ecstasy, his right hand tweaking her hardened nipple while his tongue now lightly glazed across her smooth, creamy neck! He thrusts deeply, without much warning, before slowly dragging himself out, but not fully. He gyrates his hips slowly, stirring his firm form within her a little before plunging in a slow glide again! He felt warmth, and her pressure around his rugged form as he repeats the process again!

She cried out as his thick shaft entered her, filling her stretching her, sliding deep into her. Arching her back in delight as her body trembled impaled on his cock, then he slid out and repeated the process. He was a few years younger than her, but not by much and his physic spoke volumes about his virility. She worked her hips back and forth against him, matching his thrusts into her. The sound of her soft moans and the gentle slap of his midriff against her buttocks providing a rhythmic accompaniment to the radio in the back ground.

Oh God she was so wet, she felt so dirty, but this was amazing! To give herself so completely to this guy, someone she had only just met was so out of character but as he fucked her over his kitchenette it just felt amazing. Reaching back she clawed at his chest her fingernails raking the skin leaving tiny red welts as she panted lustily "Oh God oh yes that's it, that's it!"

Damian smirked, his other hand slipped up her tummy and around the underside of her left breast now, no longer feeling the need for it to guide him! "As you wish heh...heh..." he whispers, half panting. She felt incredible, as his thick length plunged into her tight, moist cave. Her moans egged him on, and he increased his pace, his highly trained body not slowing down one bit as he continued to plunge and please Donna! God, I want to fill you up, I want to fucking get inside you! He thought, humming against her neck, gripping her breasts tight for support and pushing his hips into hers. Her ass jiggled from his increased pace, his thrusting lance unyielding. He was admittedly holding back... he wanted to take her into the next room when she was ready, and let her have some fun with him on the bed as well. He bit gently against her neck as her nails dug into his chiseled frame, adding red scrapes to his mix of old scars and wounds he received from his teens and when on the job for the police department. He wanted more from Donna, her attractive scent driving him further into her and his pace increased yet again! "Hah...ha..ha....ha...ha.." he huffed, silencing himself by planting his lips against the underside of her chin, her head tilting up as he pulled her against him in a tight embrace!

She arched her back against him her hips pushing against his thrusts crying out now with abandon as she felt the wet pressure build between her legs. His throbbing meat pushing her closer to a release with each deep powerful thrust "Oh God, Oh GOD!" she gasped as her body began to tremble in his arms "Fuuuuuck I'm going to cum!"

She writhed against him, her long shapely legs trembling as she began to shudder. Her pussy rippling and quivering tensed around his cock as she begin to orgasm. Juices splashed from her over his cock and balls she leant back against him grinding into him, her expression one of pure sexual delight as she bucked against him in the throes of a sweet sexual release. "Mmmmmm so good....... don't stop!" she panted as fought for breath her body still shaking.

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:She arched her back against him her hips pushing against his thrusts crying out now with abandon as she felt the wet pressure build between her legs. His throbbing meat pushing her closer to a release with each deep powerful thrust "Oh God, Oh GOD!" she gasped as her body began to tremble in his arms "Fuuuuuck I'm going to cum!"

She writhed against him, her long shapely legs trembling as she began to shudder. Her pussy rippling and quivering tensed around his cock as she begin to orgasm. Juices splashed from her over his cock and balls she leant back against him grinding into him, her expression one of pure sexual delight as she bucked against him in the throes of a sweet sexual release. "Mmmmmm so good....... don't stop!" she panted as fought for breath her body still shaking.

"Ha... fuck.. yes! Hahah!" He chuckled, inhaling sharply, feeling her delightfully warm fluids rushing over his throbbing hot iron. Her body melted into his large arms. She felt amazing, and he wasn't going to stop yet, he had a little juice left in him yet, restraining from cumming himself! Ah, she's gonna make me explode! He thought, stirring his rough length inside her, mixing her rushing fluids with his leaking ones. He pulled her shivering frame into him, keeping up his rhythm. He then, pulled himself out, turned her around, and lifted her up onto the counter! He smirked devilishly, pulling his legs out from his jeans and boxers pooled around his ankles, his erect cock slick with her fluids as he pulls her close, her large bosom flat against his firm rugged chest! She would feel him slip into her as he slid her jiggly ass off the counter's cool surface and impaled against his mighty lance! He wrapped his arms around her back, with his right arm hooked around her ass for support, while his left hand slid through the silky folds of her brunette hair. He pulls her head towards his, and forms his lips against hers, moaning into her mouth with ecstasy, trying not to explode inside her just yet! He wanted to feel those long, sexy legs around him, the feel of the nylon rub against his flesh as he drives into her!

she gasped as he pulled out of her, her eyes wide with lust as he changed position spreading her legs wide for him, inviting him back inside her. The look of lust in his eyes made her shiver, her husband hadn't looked at her like that in such a long time. leaning into his kiss her full red lips parted her tongue darting into his mouth jousting with his as her legs trembled, his cock once more filling her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders her hands stroking the back of his neck her nails once more raking his skin.

Hitching her legs up she wrapped them around his body, her calves pressing against his ass and the back of his thighs. Pulling him in urging him to go deeper, harder into her. The silky nylon of her stockings enhancing the silky smooth flesh of her delicious legs. Her full breasts bounced against him as each thrust lifted her from the counter.

"That's it baby, mmmmm that's so good!" she gasped into his mouth kissing him looking straight into his blue eyes as he fucked her "Give it to me.... oh god yes pump me full!" she panted with lust in her eyes.

She couldn't believe how amazing this felt, to behave like such a slut with a complete stranger! The release of pure unadulterated lust was exactly what she needed!

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:she gasped as he pulled out of her, her eyes wide with lust as he changed position spreading her legs wide for him, inviting him back inside her. The look of lust in his eyes made her shiver, her husband hadn't looked at her like that in such a long time. leaning into his kiss her full red lips parted her tongue darting into his mouth jousting with his as her legs trembled, his cock once more filling her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders her hands stroking the back of his neck her nails once more raking his skin.

Hitching her legs up she wrapped them around his body, her calves pressing against his ass and the back of his thighs. Pulling him in urging him to go deeper, harder into her. The silky nylon of her stockings enhancing the silky smooth flesh of her delicious legs. Her full breasts bounced against him as each thrust lifted her from the counter.

"That's it baby, mmmmm that's so good!" she gasped into his mouth kissing him looking straight into his blue eyes as he fucked her "Give it to me.... oh god yes pump me full!" she panted with lust in her eyes.

She couldn't believe how amazing this felt, to behave like such a slut with a complete stranger! The release of pure unadulterated lust was exactly what she needed!

Damian wrestled her tongue with his own, the feeling of lust continuing to bewitch him, the thoughts of his shift at the station fell back from his forethought, leaving his mind entirely as he drove into the beautiful, and alluring woman. Her gasps, that low southern drawl almost did it in for him, but he restrained his urge to fill her for a while longer! Her jiggling breasts against his chest further drove him wild, his warm fluids leaking slowly out. "Yeah, keep that up, talk dirty," he panted, his body on the edge! He kissed her neck, and pulled her to him, as he carried her over to the direction of his bedroom. The door was closed, but it had a shit catch he never got around to fixing, so with a forceful nudge with his foot, it swung open freely! He carried her over to the bed, gently placing her back on the mattress, leaning over her with his hands beside her shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh behind him put him really on the edge of cumming! With a better angle, and using gravity to aid him, he plunges deeper into Donna! His body beginning to break out in a sweat as he put his all into driving his cock into her, into driving into her pleasurable core! "Hah...ah...ah...ahaa...." he panted, sweating, his parted hair hanging over his face as he looked down into Donna's crystal blue eyes, those seductive and entrancing eyes!

She was trembling again as he lowered her to the bed, a second orgasm building inside her. She felt him slow his pace and increase the depth of his thrusts, his cock going as deep into her as he could. Instinctively she knew he was close. Wrapping her legs around him in a gentle embrace she moaned softly, arching her back, pushing the full orbs of her breasts against his strong chest. He was sweating, the effort of fucking her and she appreciated it.

Absent mindedly she wondered what kind of man he was, if he had a wife. Probably not from the state of his apartment, a girlfriend then. Her mind snapped back to the moment as he thrust deep into her again making her moan with pleasure. She was holding back now trying to time her orgasm with his. The wet pressure between her legs was demanding a release, her eyes widened and her body writhed, beginning to tremble her pussy beginning to quiver.

"Mmmmmm I'm gonna cum!" she panted in his ear, "oh God you're making me cum again!" she began to squirm as she tried to hold it back.

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:She was trembling again as he lowered her to the bed, a second orgasm building inside her. She felt him slow his pace and increase the depth of his thrusts, his cock going as deep into her as he could. Instinctively she knew he was close. Wrapping her legs around him in a gentle embrace she moaned softly, arching her back, pushing the full orbs of her breasts against his strong chest. He was sweating, the effort of fucking her and she appreciated it.

Absent mindedly she wondered what kind of man he was, if he had a wife. Probably not from the state of his apartment, a girlfriend then. Her mind snapped back to the moment as he thrust deep into her again making her moan with pleasure. She was holding back now trying to time her orgasm with his. The wet pressure between her legs was demanding a release, her eyes widened and her body writhed, beginning to tremble her pussy beginning to quiver.

"Mmmmmm I'm gonna cum!" she panted in his ear, "oh God you're making me cum again!" she began to squirm as she tried to hold it back.

The young officer was spurred on by her moans, her breasts flattening against his chest! He hadn't had sex over a year, not since Kirsten Banner, a nurse in Raccoon General, his previous girlfriend. They broke up some time ago, mutually but since then he'd been on his own, and married to the job for the most part. All of these thoughts melted away as Donna's words panted into his ear. He could hold back no longer after that! "I'm... ah..ah...ha...!" He panted unintelligibly, driving one final time into Donna's quivering wet pussy, rubbing that fabled G-spot, his length fully inside her, as his fluids mixed with hers from their shared, well timed release! A chill ran across his super heated body as if a molten blade brought to the quench of a blacksmith's forge. His fluids rolled out of her, across their lower bodies, his body weakened from the strenuous activity, but it was so fucking worth it!

"Ha...ha....Jaysus..." He gasped, chuckling lightly. He gingerly slips his hung member from her sheath. He was exhausted, but felt so invigorated. He smiled up at the ceiling. "God... haven't done that for a while..." he pants, his chest lifting and falling rapidly. He looks over to Donna, and kisses her left breast. "...welcome to Raccoon City, Ms. Donna." he chuckled again.

"Mmmm and quite the welcome, and if you ever need to keep in practise.... well" she smiled as she nuzzled against him. Resting her head on his shoulder, breathing in his manly musk she rolled over resting a hand on his chest.

"I can hardly believe we just did that" she sighs in a half whisper "Or that is was so good" she gently kissed his chest and neck as she snuggled closer to him. The after sex glow filling her mind with pheromones and endorphins. With a gentle sigh she closed her eyes, spent and satisfied sleep was calling to her.

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:"Mmmm and quite the welcome, and if you ever need to keep in practise.... well" she smiled as she nuzzled against him. Resting her head on his shoulder, breathing in his manly musk she rolled over resting a hand on his chest.

"I can hardly believe we just did that" she sighs in a half whisper "Or that is was so good" she gently kissed his chest and neck as she snuggled closer to him. The after sex glow filling her mind with pheromones and endorphins. With a gentle sigh she closed her eyes, spent and satisfied sleep was calling to her.

"That so?" He grinned, pulling her close. "In that case, my door is open. Wont be here though in another week, moving in to a house in the Uptown district. Bigger than this place." He says, flustered as the woman pulls herself against him, kissing his chest and neck, nuzzled against him. "Yeah, kinda impulsive, but was totally worth it." he chuckled his tone low and soft. He hold her in his warm embrace, kissing her plush lips once more before closing his eyes himself.

All the while... the bedside clock presented the date: 09. 24. at midnight. None of them the wiser of what was going on in the streets beneath the city...

The bleating alarm on the nearby nightstand startled Damian into the throes of wide-awakeness, his blurry vision checking his surroundings and his arm sweeping his surroundings for the alarm. As he leans over his bed to turn it off, he felt two sphere like objects flatten against his chest. He recognizes the pleasing texture, his memory from hours before returning and he looks down at the sleeping woman sharing his bed. He smirks, turning off the alarm clock before cupping her breasts, kissing each nipple gently before bringing his tongue against her flesh, dragging it up to her neck lightly before kissing her neck. "Morning~" He cooed lightly, not wanting to wake her in part since she looked rather peaceful, feeling somewhat guilty for his lust filled greeting. He pulls his sore body out of the bed, his toned form silhouetted in the darkness of the room, the curtains were closed keeping much of the light out. His manhood and shaft dangled as he stumbles up, the scattered remains of their clothing dispersed between the bedroom and the living area. He shakes his head, chuckling as he glances from Donna's lovely voluminous form to his nearby bathroom door. Well, that was fun. I really should go out more often!

He walked past his wardrobe, his uniform hanging in the dry cleaner's bag yet, pressed and ironed and ready for duty, opening the wardrobe to grab some underwear. Forgot... I've got the long shift tonight. Lotta guys calling out sick as of late. He remembered, and as he enters the bathroom flicks on the light and starts up the shower. Since the Mansion Incident, we've become somewhat understaffed thanks to the STARS being suspended and subsequently disbanded... Upon entering the steamy jets, the young man recalls a phone conversation from yesterday evening about the incident at the mansion. He was speaking with Barry, one of the said STARS members who got suspended, and one of his friends from the gun club.

"...It was...a cluster fuck. You probably heard the rumors from the other guys, so I don't blame you for not believing us, but we were not under any influences. I can't explain further Handy, what happened there. Things... things aren't right in Raccoon. I may already have said too much. Listen: Get out of Raccoon City, go back to New York, join Foxhound hell do what you want, but leave the city. We have reason to believe the precinct may be involved in some manner too... crap, now I know I said too much. Just... get out of the city, and make sure you take what you can from your house in Uptown... Joe and I left you something there...just in case.

Barry had hung up after that, and he couldn't get a hold of him after that. Not long after that, he ran into Donna at the bar, one thing lead to another and now here they were. He was acting very weird, that entire conversation was fucking off... He thought, running his hands through his wet hair.

She awoke to the sound of an alarm, but just lay there with her eyes closed, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. Memories of last night, a bar, a guy, amazing sex, did all that actual happen? Then she felt something brush over her breasts, a strong hand massaged the soft orb, then both cupping them, kissing them. His tongue drawing a lazy line to her neck where he kissed her. "Round two?" she thought, but then felt him slide out of bed. A little disappointed she rolled onto her side gazing up at him as he padded towards what she guessed was the bathroom.
"Good morning" she sighed "what time is it?" she asked admiring his toned body, he really did have a great physique.

She'd fallen asleep last night half naked, her stockings looked rather comical one still attached, clinging on for dear life, the other down around her knee. Her hair cascaded in a tousled mess, into her eyes, half covering her face. Looking around the apartment she spotted amongst the boxes and packing a kitchen area and what looked like a coffee machine. Hitching herself out of bed and grabbing the nearest thing to wear which happened to be one of the man's shirts she shrugged into it and stumbled towards the kitchen.
"I'll make some coffee!"

As she got the machine started and heard the guy in the shower, she had a better idea. Sliding off what little she was wearing she went to join him....... "Round two!" She thought.

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:She awoke to the sound of an alarm, but just lay there with her eyes closed, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. Memories of last night, a bar, a guy, amazing sex, did all that actual happen? Then she felt something brush over her breasts, a strong hand massaged the soft orb, then both cupping them, kissing them. His tongue drawing a lazy line to her neck where he kissed her. "Round two?" she thought, but then felt him slide out of bed. A little disappointed she rolled onto her side gazing up at him as he padded towards what she guessed was the bathroom.
"Good morning" she sighed "what time is it?" she asked admiring his toned body, he really did have a great physique.

She'd fallen asleep last night half naked, her stockings looked rather comical one still attached, clinging on for dear life, the other down around her knee. Her hair cascaded in a tousled mess, into her eyes, half covering her face. Looking around the apartment she spotted amongst the boxes and packing a kitchen area and what looked like a coffee machine. Hitching herself out of bed and grabbing the nearest thing to wear which happened to be one of the man's shirts she shrugged into it and stumbled towards the kitchen.
"I'll make some coffee!"

As she got the machine started and heard the guy in the shower, she had a better idea. Sliding off what little she was wearing she went to join him....... "Round two!" She thought.

Damian could hear Donna's voice behind him, and he half turned with a grin, taking in her lovely frame, as comical as she looked with her poor stockings. "Morning. Hmm... its about seven or so." He called out to her as he entered the bathroom. He heard her say coffee and was in total agreement! "Can's next to the machine, and thank you!" He chuckled in the shower now. His thoughts of conspiracy and curiosity fell away for a moment as he let the hot water cascade across his supple muscles. He then heard the bathroom door open, his head turning to the opaque, curvaceous shape through the steamed up glass. He smirked, and it wasn't hard to tell who the sexy feminine shape was, and that she was naked as well. He slides the glass door open, bellowing steam filled the room as his hand reaches out for her. "So... round 2?" He asked, smirking devilishly.

She smiled at him tossing a lock of dark hair out of her face as she took his hand and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt good as it cascaded over her body, washing away the scent of the previous night's adventures. She leant into him stretching up to kiss his lips, her body slick and wet against him in the spray of the shower. She knew she should feel bad, brought up well and a regular church attendee she knew this was wrong, but somehow it felt right. Or maybe it felt better just because it was wrong? She wasn't asking questions as she folded herself into the arms of the man, their soapy bodies becoming one. As she gave herself to him again.

Her lips touching his once again, the young man pulls her into his embrace. Her demeanor especially turned him on, and without much effort caused his member to stiffen once again, rubbing against her soft, inner left thigh. One hand cupped her face as the water and suds washed over them, melding with one another while his other slid down her back, cupping her left ass cheek. He lathered her ass, groping the smooth pliable flesh, which was as delightful to the touch as her breasts and her soft, silky lips. His tongue curled with hers, playing a naughty game of tag, his voice muffled as he moaned into her mouth. His cock was warm against her inner thigh, its rough shape sliding playfully against her smooth, slippery skin. Round two? How about a round three... four... six.... he thought playfully. He was a police Lieutenant, in spite of his age or appearance. He could get away with being late to work, besides... all it was was paperwork till 10pm then he got the night shift with George Scott... but these thoughts of work slipped away quickly, as he presses Donna's back against the pane of the shower door, his hand guiding his cock between her lower lips...

She moaned as he entered her, her full lips parting as she felt him slide inside her. Her eyes wide gazing into his as he pinned her to the shower door, a moment of worry about how well it had been constructed accompanied by visions of them crashing through it and ending up on the bathroom floor. Then the concern was gone, and there was just the man, their bodies wrapped in a lovers embrace. The hot water of the shower splashing over their writhing frames. He was rough, almost forceful at first, as though he hadn't been with a woman in a while, she liked that, the way he took charge, thrusting hard into her determined to satiate his lust. Then he slowed, stopped fucking her and began to make love to her, his hands exploring her body, caressing her curves.
Her own fingers traced the lines of his muscles, explored the many scars, he was so young to have suffered so many wounds. What on earth did he do for a living, a soldier most likely she told herself. His strong arms held her close, lifting her against the wall of the shower and she hitched her legs up wrapping them around his powerful frame. Feeling him deep inside her felt wonderful. She clawed his back, perhaps she'd add her own wounds, give him some new scars to his collection, ones to remember her by. She moaned her body trembling as she orgasmed in his arms, arching her back and pressing her hips against him.

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:She moaned as he entered her, her full lips parting as she felt him slide inside her. Her eyes wide gazing into his as he pinned her to the shower door, a moment of worry about how well it had been constructed accompanied by visions of them crashing through it and ending up on the bathroom floor. Then the concern was gone, and there was just the man, their bodies wrapped in a lovers embrace. The hot water of the shower splashing over their writhing frames. He was rough, almost forceful at first, as though he hadn't been with a woman in a while, she liked that, the way he took charge, thrusting hard into her determined to satiate his lust. Then he slowed, stopped fucking her and began to make love to her, his hands exploring her body, caressing her curves.
Her own fingers traced the lines of his muscles, explored the many scars, he was so young to have suffered so many wounds. What on earth did he do for a living, a soldier most likely she told herself. His strong arms held her close, lifting her against the wall of the shower and she hitched her legs up wrapping them around his powerful frame. Feeling him deep inside her felt wonderful. She clawed his back, perhaps she'd add her own wounds, give him some new scars to his collection, ones to remember her by. She moaned her body trembling as she orgasmed in his arms, arching her back and pressing her hips against him.

He could not help himself, going in a little rough. Her tight walls squeezed his firm hot iron almost painfully as he slipped into her, and he liked the feeling. It had been quite a while since he had been with anyone, not since the short blonde haired nurse Kirsten at the least. Donna somewhat reminded him of her, but she was also so very new and exciting. Her nails dragged across his back, adding to his scars, which he didn't mind in the slightest. His hands explored her voluminous body, his mouth around her left, hardened nipple, his tongue playfully rolling it as he massaged her with his free hands. He drove into her deeply thanks to her assistance, the water slipping between their bodies giving their flesh a shiny look as he made love to her. He supported her back as she presses her hips against him, and he, sandwiching her between himself and the glass door. This passion felt good, and he enjoyed the slightly older woman's company. As she orgasms, her warm fluids rushing around his rod sets him off, and he releases within her! He pumps his hips against her, milking himself into her, their fluids practically overflowing in the shower as he gyrates his hips and prods his length into her till he can no longer cum!

After the shower sex and taking a few more minutes to clean up she stepped naked into the bathroom. Taking one of the thick towels from the radiator she quickly wiped herself down shooting a smile back over her shoulder at the man. She had a sudden realisation that she wasn't sure of his name Dave?... Danny? She'd have to find that out!
"Coffee should be ready!" she smiled, wrapping the towel around her body and heading through to the kitchen, glancing around for his wallet which would have some id in it.

Donna Marie Marchant wrote:After the shower sex and taking a few more minutes to clean up she stepped naked into the bathroom. Taking one of the thick towels from the radiator she quickly wiped herself down shooting a smile back over her shoulder at the man. She had a sudden realisation that she wasn't sure of his name Dave?... Danny? She'd have to find that out!
"Coffee should be ready!" she smiled, wrapping the towel around her body and heading through to the kitchen, glancing around for his wallet which would have some id in it.

Damian smiled back, and watched Donna head out into the other room, beaming from the look of things. He was slipping his underwear and pulling out his uniform from the dry cleaner bag. "Awesome, be right with ya." He replied in a rather upbeat manner himself. Heh heh, Lieutenant Handy? You performed satisfactory! He thought, half cracking up to his own corny thoughts.

As Donna searched the kitchen, she would see his brown leather wallet hanging out from his pants where he left them the night before; near the counter of the kitchenette! There was a faint impression upon the surface of the leather wallet, embossing the leather with the logo of the Raccoon City Police Department:



Upon flipping it open, a picture of the young man in his uniform and cap was displayed on his police identification:


Name: Damian L. Handy
Badge Number: 5545
Rank: Lieutenant
Division: Patrol/S.W.A.T. Delta
Signed by Chief Brian Irons of the Raccoon City Police Department


His personal identification and drivers licence underneath gave the same name, and listed his age as being just a month shy of... twenty three years old! However he seemed to have an identification for both the current state, and an older one from New York State behind the one for Illinois, just peaking out from the card slot.

While Donna was looking through that, Damian was finished up with his uniform, slipping on his police boots over his socks and lacing them. His gun belt was hanging off the side of the dresser, lacking a weapon for it was in his locker at the station. "So, you were out here looking for your friends, was it?" He asked, blushing slightly, his face down so she couldn't see it. Crap... I forgot why she's in town again... seems somewhat insignificant now, but... He thought, shrugging to himself as he stands up and slips the leather belt around his waist.