Driving Miss Rosie

By M.E.BLACKBURN

One night we were on patrol saving the free world from the commie evil. Bored out of our fucking minds. We were in our patrol vehicle, a large International Carryall, and nothing was going on. It was late and the bars had just about closed when we came across RBT. Now if RBT was walking home it had to be a slow night. We offered her a ride home and of course she says for a pack Smokes she'd open her legs and do all three of us.
My partner and I passed but the other MP with us nearly snapped a wrist whipping out a pack of cancer sticks. So he and Rosie retired to the cargo area and he gets on his knees and she straddles him with her back to us. Now they're going to town. The truck is a rocking. At this point the station calls wanting to know our location and status. I grab the mike and place it right next to the crack of her ass. Over the radio they hear the moaning and the groaning (his part), the slapping of her ass checks against his thighs, the squishing noise, the creaking of the vehicle, my partner and me laughing our brains out. And then he unloads followed by a long slow moan. We take her home quickly then dropped this gate guard at the station telling him that the desk SGT wants to ask him a question. We then left the area at a high rate of speed.