The detective pressed his ID against the spy-hole of the door and announced his name and rank clearly and decisively.

“Police, ma’am. Detective Thomas Patterson. May I speak with you please?”

The door opened slowly and halted as the gold coloured chain locked into its catch. Patterson caught a whiff of Eastern cooking mingled with the scent of Anais Anais as an attractive Asian woman appeared behind the door.


“Dectective Patterson.” Tom announced again and flashing his ID, “it’s about the prowler you reported. May I come in and speak with you please?”

Patterson stood back as the door closed towards him. He heard the rattle of the chain as the woman unfastened it.

“Yes. Please come in.”

As the detective walked into the apartment, he nodded politely to the Asian woman and stood back while she closed the door behind him. The atmosphere within the apartment was warm and inviting and, after being outside for most of the early part of the evening, Patterson was grateful as the woman ushered him into the lounge. After politely accepting the offer of a seat, he removed his coat and flipped open his black notebook.

“Now, let me see,” he started, “Mrs. Mia Ling, is that right?”

The woman folded herself into an armchair opposite and nodded.

“And this is my husband, Fali.” She said

Patterson glanced over and let his eyes scan the old Asian man sitting silently in a wheelchair. His eyes were glued to the TV set and he seemed unaware of the detective’s presence.

“My husband is rather unwell.” Mia Ling explained. “He knows that you are here but most of his body is incapacitated, I’m afraid.

Rather gratefully, Patterson returned his attention to Mia. It could be no secret that she was more interesting to look at than her husband. Patterson allowed his police-trained eyes to scan her. To say that she was attractive would have been an understatement and, the detective thought, she could easily have passed for Ling’s daughter rather than his wife. Shoulder length dark hair framed a pretty oval face with all the usual oriental characteristics. Her deep green eyes seemed to twinkle and her mouth curled into a pretty smile. She wore a simple “off the shoulder” type dress and Patterson caught himself wondering what her body would look like underneath. Clearing his throat with an uncomfortable cough, the detective brought his mind back the the task in hand.

“Yes. Er, Mrs. Ling. There have been a few reports of a prowler in the neighbourhood. I understand that you saw something earlier this evening? Perhaps you could tell me what happened?”

“Well, it wasn’t much really,” Mia started. She curled her slender legs up underneath her and Patterson realised for the first time that she was bare-footed. “I’m no prude, you understand, but I’m sure that there was a man watching me from under the window there. To be honest I wasn’t that bothered but with all the neighbours talking about a prowler…well, I just thought you should know.”

“I see.” Patterson said as he began writing in his note book

“I probably wouldn’t have noticed at all, but…”

“Yes?” Patterson looked up enquiringly from his jottings.

“Well…I suppose I noticed more because I was naked!”

Mai Ling’s face broke into an alluring smile and Patterson found himself blushing.

“Please don’t be shocked, detective,” she continued, “our apartment is fully heated and I often walk around nude.”

“Er, no, I’m not shocked,” Patterson said “It’s just that…well, you’re an attractive woman…I’m not really surprised that…er…”

“Not surprised that a man was watching me?” Mia was smiling broadly now and Patterson had the idea that there was something else she wanted to tell him.

“Actually,” she continued, “if I’m honest, I quite liked the idea of another man seeing me like…well, like that! Tell me detective Patterson, if you had seen me would you have continued looking?”

Patterson was feeling a little uncomfortable. This was not the way the interview was supposed to go.

“Well,” he coughed again, “I suppose that…well…if I had been there…I would have…em…”

He glanced over at the seated figure of Fali Ling.

“That’s all right!” Mia laughed out loud. “I think I know the answer to that question.” She follwed his gaze towards her husband. “And I know what you are thinking,” she continued enthusiastically, “Fali is a good man but, as you can see, he is of little use to a younger woman such as I in a sexual way.” She laughed again. “But we have our own ways, you understand!”

“No, I’m not sure I do understand.” Patterson said, now warming a little to the unexpected way the situation was developing. “What exactly do you mean, Mrs. Ling?”

Wordlessly, Mia Ling unfolded her legs and sauntered over to where Patterson sat on the deep sofa. The scent from her perfume was stronger now and the detective found himself becoming aroused as this attractive woman lowered her lithe frame into the sofa. She was close, very close, and Patterson could feel the warmth emanating from her skin as her hand brushed close to his face.

“It is easier if I show you what I mean.” She breathed quietly. “Would you like that, detective? Would you like me to show you?”

Patterson opened his mouth to answer but heard only a strangled gasp issue forth. He could feel his erection hard and swollen as it grew beneath his pants and he nodded his head urgently.

“Good!” Mia continued. “Good. But there is something I must do first.”

Patterson watched disheartened as the young woman got up from the sofa and walked towards her husband. He could now see that Fali Ling, clearly aware that something was going on, was trying to turn himself away from the TV set and towards the sofa.

“Fali must be allowed to see what happens.” Mia said emphatically. “He should be able to enjoy himself as well, and there doesn’t seem to be much on TV!”

Patterson felt a little self conscious as the old Asian was turned around to face him but as he watched the lithe sexy body of Mia return towards him he knew that it would be worth the discomfort.

“Now, where were we?” Mia asked as she dropped back down onto the sofa, “here I think!”

Without another word, Patterson felt her soft lips as she pulled him towards her in a deep embrace.

He could feel the warm swell of her breasts beneath the dress as she pressed herself against him. His mouth opened willingly to accept her probing tongue and his hand dropped optimistically to her tanned thigh. When he realised that Mia was going to offer no resistance, he began to trace patterns on her skin with his fingernail moving higher and higher up her thigh until his hand rested just under the skirt of her dress.

Patterson could feel the warmth from Mia’s lower body as his fingers maintained their exploration. His tongue entwined eagerly with hers and he could taste the minty freshness of her breath as they kissed long and hard. She squeezed the firmness of her upper thigh suggestively and was delighted to feel her respond by allowing her legs to fall open slightly. The detective took his opportunity immediately. His hand moved up further. Warmer here again, he realised. Up further, fingers searching for the fabric of her panties. He stopped suddenly but only momentarily. His fingers slid under the thin material and he realised: soft hairless skin, and a smooth shaved pussy!

He felt Mia gasp into his open mouth as his fingers encountered the warm moisture of her naked slit. He could feel the hard clitty against his thumb and slowly rotated it delighting in the way that this action caused her legs to tremble slightly and stiffen. He wanted to give her pleasure, wanted her to cum – climax hard – and he knew just the way to do it.

“Let me taste you!” Patterson gasped as he finally broke the long embrace.

He looked up into her bright face to see her nodding vigorously. “Let me get out of this dress first,” she panted.

Patterson sat back and watched as Mia Ling slowly stood. She opened her dress one button at a time – painfully slowly – and smiled at both Patterson and her husband as she stripped; clearly, Patterson realised, this display was as much for the benefit of Fali as ...

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