I've never met someone as dedicated to his kink than he is. Heels, natural colored hose and short skirts. Every time. However, this is about our first time.

We me at a small coffee house. I was a frequent customer after I started working from home. I'd bring my laptop and people watch and daydream between emails and deadlines.

One morning, two cops walked in. He looked 30, maybe older with short blond hair and a neat beard. His shoulders and hips were wide and his uniform made me tingle. Why do they always do that? Always gets me in trouble.

As he walked by my table, he glanced down and we made brief eye contact. I smiled but quickly looked back at my work. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him glancing over my way a couple of times from the counter. I love this feeling. Like we're playing a coy game of cat and mouse when the truth is we don't mind being caught.

He was standing next to the door that lead to the restroom vestibule and I made my move. As I got closer to the door, he opened the door for me. He smiled as though he was looking at an old, dear friend and simply said, "Hi." After a flirty, quick conversation, we exchanged info.

We sat at a quiet table in the corner when we met for our first coffee date a few days later. He looked even better in a fitted shirt and jeans. He let me rest my thigh against his and I let him rest his hand on it.

The conversations turned kinky quickly after that meeting. He wouldn't be the only one in a uniform. I was asked to wear short skirts, nude colored, sheer hose, lace or no bra, and heels for pictures and to meet him. "Don't wear panties unless I get to keep them," he warned. It was sexy to see how hungry he was and how much dressing up turned him on. I enjoyed pulling sexy shoes and skirts from my closet and sending him photos.

We agreed to meet a few days later. I decided to keep my panties and wore nothing underneath.

Part 2