Night Vision Goggles


    Officer Tim Walanski slowed the car, circling the little dirt turnaround as he held his breath, horrified at the damage the dirt rode could be doing to his new Plymouth cruiser. He crashed through deep holes and bounced over huge, bolder-sized rocks. He was following a pair of dirt wheel tracks which crested a deserted hilltop next to a large housing area. The cruiser scraped through the dry, lifeless bushes as they scraped down the sides of the cruiser, clutching at the only signs of life in their dry, barren existence as if desperately seeking escape.
    Officer Tim was not simply out sightseeing, he was Code-5, on assignment. A series of burglaries had taken place in the nearby housing area, and he was there on stakeout. He believed it was a token gesture to please the civilians. Burglary stakeout had a 100 to 1 shot of ever succeeding. The prowler had a million places to rob, but a cop could only watch one. A famous park burglar had gone nearly ten years before he was finally caught, and the authorities had staked out nearly every park on Earth.
    Normally, such attention would not be given to a simple string of burglaries, except for the fact that his captain lived in the complex, and the residents were screaming for justice. Tim was there to provide it. Tim would rather be out on the highways, cruising along and enjoying the scenery, but Tim was a rookie and Tim did what he was told.
    Tim was mad, and Tim was bored, but Tim liked being employed. He did not join the force to sit amid a jungle of tumble weeds and sage brush. He wanted action, high speed pursuits, take-downs, and investigations.
    "This sucks," Tim said as he turned off his engine. He sat there in silence, listening to the click of cooling metal, checking out his surroundings. They too sucked. He could see that a thousand teenagers had used the area to get high, get drunk, or get fucked. The area was littered with paper, bottles, and condoms. It was dirty and dusty, and it stank.
    "This sucks," he said again. He opened his thermos of coffee and poured the metal cup half full. He watched the condensation from the stopper drip on his pants, while he replaced the stopper and sipped his coffee. His shift had started at 5:00 o'clock pm. It was now 6:20 pm. He had to sit out in the sagebrush for at least five more hours, before he could head back to the station.
    "Fucking shit," he whispered, while digging an apple out of his briefcase. He punched up the latest info on his computer screen. Nothing had changed, the same perpetrators were being sought throughout the state, and his own burglaries simply ready "Under Investigation". Yeah, he knew about their investigation. He WAS their investigation, he thought as he bit into the apple.
    Tim suddenly remembered the large black plastic case he had been given. It came under the heading of special ops equipment. He slid the cup up on the dash, clamped the apple in his teeth and turned to pull the case out of the back seat. He turned the case so it faced him and opened it.
    He had been in the Army for several years, and even though he had never used them, he recognized the night scope gleaming in the case before him. The black foam rubber in the case still smelled new. He pried the night vision scope out and turned it in wonder. Technically, it was day/night vision monoculars, he observed as he pulled the user's guide from the case. It had it's own 9 volt infrared light source and a simple on/off lever. It was idiot proof.
    "Fucking A," he said, taking the scope out and looking at it in wonder. He knew it was expensive, up to a thousand dollars, the last time he'd checked. He held it up to his eye, it was a normal scope in the daylight. Good, he didn't have to worry about burning out the unit in bright lights, or his eyeball. Suddenly his day became infinitely brighter. He may be pulling shit duty, but at least he had a grown-up toy to play with.     As he finished his apple, and sipped his coffee, he couldn't wait for night to fall.
    
    "Seven Delta Six, what's your status?" the radio asked, destroying his daydream of pulling over a woman in a short skirt.
    "Dispatch, this is Seven Delta Six, 10- 75, Code-5," Tim said hurriedly, meaning he was on sight and staking out the area.
    "10-4, Seven Delta Six, Captain Raleigh wishes to inform you that he will be 10-10 at this location. He doesn't wish to disturb the perpetrator by arriving in a marked unit."
    "10-4, dispatch, I've got it covered. His family is in good hands," Tim said, opening his sandwich.
    "Dispatch out," the radio said.
    He turned it down and watched the lights blinking on in the nearby housing area, while he chewed his sandwich. Night was falling. A car pulled up behind him, stopped, then backed out of sight with great speed. Tim laughed, eating his sandwich. He doubted if they would have sex again for at least a week, after that scare. Suddenly he wondered if the car might have belonged to the perpetrator, rather than young lovers. What better place to hide your car during a robbery?
    Suddenly the lights came on in 2-h. He was very familiar with that apartment, he had attended semi- formal functions in Captain Raleigh's apartment before. There had been one wetting-down ceremony and a bachelor party for the desk sergeant. He also new and worshiped Mrs. Raleigh, aka Sadie, a 32 year old blonde that looked like a Valeric right out of Norse mythology. She was strong, slender, and physically perfect. He couldn't help but lick his lips every time he saw her, which did not exactly endear him to the Captain, but did wonders for his wife's ego.
    Tim grabbed up the monocular and held it too his eye. She was untying her hair. She shook it out while looking out the window in his direction. Tim knew she couldn't see him in the evening darkness, she was looking at the lights of the city, far beyond him. He turned and looked himself. Yes, it was a million dollar view at night, with several magnificently- lit freeways one bordering the Kern River and reflecting in it's surface. Car lights lit the nearby roads like Christmas lights, red in one direction, white in the other. And beyond all this was the magnificent lights of Bakersfield. Bakersfield was splendid at night, with a million multi-colored lights shimmering in the residual desert heat.
    Tim was distracted by headlights flashing on the scenery in his mirror. They were bouncing, shining up toward the sky as the auto weeded it's way up the hill.
    Was it a prowler, or a young couple looking for a make-out area? He couldn't sit there wondering, he had a job to do.
    Tim threw open his door, grabbed the monocular and pelted down the road toward the headlights. He ducked into the bushes, just as the headlights dropped, highlighting the area where he'd been running. Safely hidden in the brush, he brought the monocular up to his eye and focused in on the approaching vehicle. There was one occupant in the vehicle, a young white male of about 18 or 19. He thought this was suspicious until the car drew closer and he could make out the back of a female's head, bobbing in his lap.
    Tim giggled, waiting for the car to pull alongside his position. He knew the boy would see his cruiser and slam on the brakes in about 15 seconds. When it passed he had an excellent view of the girl giving him a blowjob. She was cute. He'd rather see her naked.
    Suddenly the boy slammed on the brakes. Dirt and gravel flew as he slammed the car into reverse and sped down the dirt road in reverse. The girl's head popped up when he went careening off the ridge of dirt bordering the dirt road. The car swerved back and forth until it backed out of sight.
    "He didn't like my cruiser," Tim mumbled to himself. "Get a room," he said a little louder. "I need an unmarked car," he mumbled, deep in thought.
    Tim suddenly remembered the snakes, broken glass, and garbage littering the area. Hopping out of the brush, he leaped into the dirt road, then trudged back to his cruiser. He paused next to the car and rested his elbows on the roof. He brought the monocular up to his eye and surveyed the Raleigh apartment. Sadie was nowhere in sight. There was a new metal starburst clock above the cream colored couch, he noticed. That hadn't been there the last time he visited. He could see a bright lamp in the living room window, and the white wall of the dining room beyond. Sadie was nowhere around... wait a minute, he thought. He focused in on the balcony and found Sadie lifting the cover of a hottub. She was wearing a white towel around her body. Even as he saw this, she pulled it off and tossed it over the back of a white plastic chair. She stood naked and glorious for the world to see. Of course she would be in complete darkness and feel it was safe to walk nude on her own balcony. She didn't expect a peeping Tim with a night vision scope.
    He had a complete view of her glorious nudity as she walked up the steps of the hottub, and then back down inside. She sat, presenting him with only a view of her face and arms.
    "You beautiful fucking bitch," he groaned to himself. "You beautiful sweet fucking bitch."
    His cock was throbbing in his pants. He mashed it against the side of the cruiser, while he watched and waited for her to finish her bath and stand again. He knew it would be a long wait, but she was worth it.
    Tim suddenly realized that he needed to take a piss. He laid down the monocular, turned and unzipped his pants. It took a moment for him to grow soft enough to piss. Once he did, the memory of her golden, glorious body made him hard almost immediately. He turned back to the car, reluctant to put his cock back into his pants. The metal was cold against his cock, as he leaned against the cruiser and picked up the monocular once more. He was just in time. Sadie was sitting on the edge of the hottub, drying the upper half of her body, while letting her feet kick in the warm water.
    "It must be too hot," he said in happy amazement. What fucking luck. He ogled her breasts as she went about her business. First she dried her hair, then she reached behind her and took a brush off a table. She sat brushing out her hair, looking toward the lights of Bakersfield.
    Tim found himself trying to fuck the side of his police cruiser. He looked down to see his cock rubbing against the top of the crest. He was fucking the G in highway. Holding the monocular in his left hand, he began stroking his cock with the right. That was much better, he thought as he watched his captain's wife. Her legs were closed and facing him, but at an angle. He wished that she would open them so he could see her blonde triangle of hair, and those sweet pussy lips. Of course she was being more than cooperative as it was. Then, as if by magic, she lifted her left leg and inspected her foot.
    THERE IT WAS, GOLD! He had a clear, unobstructed view of her sweet pussy. Stroking is cock madly, he thanked his lucky stars. It took only a moment for his cock to warm, pulse, then explode. He turned away from the car and bent forward. His cock shot thick cum into the bushes and garbage beside his cruiser. He had added his own seed to that of a hundred previous visitors, he thought as he opened the door, reaching for the kleenex box. He realized his mistake immediately, as the dome light of the car, designed to be bright to help do paperwork inside, lit the lower half of his body, and the surrounding bushes. He gasped in horror and slammed the door. A quick check in the monocular, showed that Sadie was rushing back into her apartment.
    "You stupid fuck," he growled at himself. "You fucking moron," he said, pulling the kleenex through the window. He wiped the end of his cock, then tossed the kleenex back inside. He was only a hundred yards from the apartments. She had certainly seen his penis, if not his face. He was dead.
    Tim zipped his pants, tossed the monocular into the cruiser and sat, slamming the door behind him.
    His pants were all sticky, with lubricant and cum. He was a mess. He was tempted to go home immediately for a change of clothes, but leaving his post was grounds for dismissal. He needed this job.
    "You stupid fuck," he said, pounding the steering wheel. He gasped and grabbed the cup of coffee before it could spill in his lap. A look of amazement crossed his face. He tipped the cup of cold coffee into his lap, then grabbed a handful of kleenex to wipe it off. A coffee spill could be explained, cum couldn't. His pants were a mess now, wet, smelling of coffee and littered with kleenex fuzz, but he felt better about it. Now the cruiser smelled of coffee, which made him crave it. He refilled his cup and took a sip, then turned to look toward Sadie's apartment.
    Tim brought the monocular back up to his eye. He scanned the apartment complex first, legitimately looking for the prowler, then focused in on the Raleigh apartment. Sadie stood by the front window, very close to the lamp, with her back to Tim while she faced and spoke to a busty blonde woman in her early 30's. She was a real babe. As he watched, Sadie stepped up to the busty blonde and took her in her arms. Tim's eyes bugged out as the women met in a warm embrace, then kissed passionately. The monocular was so powerful that Tim could actually count the hairs on the back of Sadie's head. It made him feel as if he was in the room with the girls. Once again, his cock sprang to attention.
    Gasping for breath, Tim dropped the monocular into his lap and reached up to pull the plastic cover off the dome light. He pulled the bulb out and laid it on the passenger's seat. Tim opened the door and climbed out, bringing the monocular with him. He rested his elbows on top of the car and watched, as the women withered and twisted in each other's arms. Slowly, they backed toward the couch, below the big metal clock, and literally fell into it, with Sadie falling on top of the babe. She didn't seem to mind, she held onto Sadie and swapped spit like there was no tomorrow. Each woman was withering like crazy. Suddenly, Sadie stood and began disrobing. The other woman did the same, still sitting on the couch.
    Tim was gasping for breath, grinding his cock into the side of the car, while trying not to miss one little movement that the beautiful women made.
    "Oh fucking beautiful," he gasped. Suddenly he wanted to feel his cock in his hand. He dropped his right hand and unzipped his pants, while maintaining a hold on the monocular with his left. After a brief struggle, he had his cock out and began stroking it slowly. To his horrified amazement, the busty blonde opened her legs, resting one on the cushions of the couch, and the other on the arm, and beckoned Sadie forward. Sadie needed no urging. She slid forward and engulfed the sweet blonde pussy with an eager, open mouth. The woman's face showed complete rapture.
    Tim swore under his breath and pumped his cock in his hand. A strange noise brought him back to reality. He blinked and looked at the monocular, then realized that it was being illuminated by a pair of headlights. He was horrified to see a car pulling up behind his own. He spun away from the approaching car so his cock was hidden by his body. He couldn't reach down and slip it back into his pants, or the person in the car would see. He waited in fear, hoping they would go away. They didn't. The headlights went off just as the door opened and a man stepped out. His footsteps approached. Tim was now convinced that it was somebody from the force, and he was about to be caught and humiliated. It was his worst nightmare, coming true right before his eyes.
    "Hi, are you waiting for somebody?" a friendly voice asked.
    "Y... yeah," he said in surprise.
    "Well I didn't expect this," he said in a nasal voice. "What a pleasant surprise."
    "Huh?" Tim asked in confusion.
    "My God, you really are waiting, aren't you?" the man said, falling to his knees beside Tim. Before Tim could stop him, he spun Tim's hips around and took his huge, throbbing cock into his mouth. Tim was horrified, amazed, then pleased. This was fucking fantastic, he thought as he watched the man's mouth bobbing on his cock. The feeling of the hot mouth on his hard meat was incredible.
    "My God," Tim whispered, feeling his knees buckling. He leaned sideways, against the cruiser. He brought the monocular up to his eye and found Sadie and her friend. Her friend was now sitting on the arm of the couch, while Sadie lapped like hell in her sweet pussy. Tim gasped and swallowed convulsively. Between the wonderful show, and the fantastic, if surprising, blowjob, it was one incredible night. He couldn't have planned it any better.
    "Shit," he gasped. The heat was building in his balls. They were churning with a liquid heat, building to a magnificent climax. Suddenly his balls convulsed and hot cum began spurting from his rigid penis. Humming happily, the man simply milked his cock with a hand, while sucking and drinking madly. His orgasm went on for a full minute, before he finally relaxed, shaking on weak knees and overworked legs.
    The strange man simply sucked hard and continued to milk his cock, until it began to wilt in his mouth. The man sucked and pulled his lips off the end several times. Tim withered as the lips pulled over the head of his sensitive cock. The man smacked his lips, while fumbling with Tim's trowsers. Before he knew what was happening, his pants and underwear were yanked down to his ankles.
    "Hey, what the fuck?" he asked helplessly. He couldn't move, his pants would trip him up if he did. He felt his fear rising as the man stepped in behind him. He was about to spin around and confront the man, when he felt a hand filled with cold cream touch the crack of his ass. He gasped and bent forward in automatic response at the sudden discomfort. A finger poked into his ass, then slid in and out lubricating it. The other hand went to Tim's semi-soft cock, stopping the objections which sprang to his lips. He was ready for a second orgasm already. That sexy Raleigh bitch really had him turned on, and the strange gay dude was giving him just what he wanted.

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