Female Stories
              The Police Officer and the Jewel Thief
                                 
***This story is for a nice guy out there who asked so sweetly I could
not resist- sorry it took so long!!!***

     "Knock just once more," Natalie told her partner, Officer Donald
Dubois.  They were hot on the lead of a slippery jewel thief and were not
about to give up simply at the leisure of one of the few people who might
know her whereabouts.
     As if on que, the door opened, revealing an attractive young man
about 25 in age.  His hair was combed sloppily to one side, his eyes almost
glazed over, and his chest could be seen through his unironed,
unbuttoned shirt.  "Yeah?"  He gave them both a good looking over,
acting less confused as his eyes rested upon the police badges they each
held in their hands.
     Natalie McCullock looked young for 30.  She had a flawless figure,
long, blond hair with streaks of orangey-red that gave it an almost
strawberry look to it.  Her eyes were a deep green, mesmerizing against
her pale, freckle-laden face.  Donald Dubois was a typical 'California boy'
with naturally bright blond hair, light blue eyes, and a darker shade of
peach skin which was just a natural olive, rather than an artificial-
looking one which most people got from lying in tanning salons or
beaches days on end.  Bother were decked out in full uniform. They were
far from being a matching pair due to appearances, but their instincts
and 6 years of partnership led them to believe they were the perfect
team.
     Natalie and her partner stepped inside.  "We've got a few questions
to ask you, if you don't mind Mr.... Jenkins?"
     The man nodded. "Yeah, that's me.  What're they 'bout?"
     Natalie and Donald took seats on the man's couch and the man sat
across from them, to the side, in an armchair.
     Donald began explaining.  "A woman by the name of Amanda."  He
took out an 8x11 and showed it to him.  "A man we talked to at Joe's Blues
Bar said he'd seen you and her take off in your car last night."
     The man nodded but waved it off.  "Yeah, so?"
     "She's wanted for theft of some of the most expensive jewels in the
world."
     "Well... I wouldn't know anything about it, all right?"
     Donald went slowly. "We'll see. Now, please tell us everything that
went on from 7:00 last night to this morning."
     As the man started explaining, Natalie's attention drifted from the
witness to something a bit more personal.  Namely, a tiny tickle that was
forming in the back of her nose.  She mistakenly sniffed, trying to get
the tickle out, but that strong gust of air entering her nose only made
the sensation grow.
     "And then she asked to buy me a drink.  I couldn't resist that dark
brown hair of hers... and that smile... so I said yes, I'd like that..."
     Natalie tuned back out again.  She repositioned herself, trying to
be as casual as she could about it, as she did so.  Her elbow was now on
the back of the couch, at the top, so that she could lean her head back
against her head in the typical, thoughtful style.
     Donald looked over at her as if to ask, "You get that?"
     But of course Nat had not, nor did she care much any more, as the
first and foremost thought on her mind was the sneeze and how much she
did NOT want it to show itself in front of Donald and the witness.  With
her sneezing, one usually meant more on the way, and with her allergies,
attacks could be triggered at virtually any time at all, so that as soon as
she began, there was little she could do to stop the unprofessional lack
of control that came over her.  This was not something she liked having
happen in front of people and certainly not in a professional setting.
     "... so I offered to drive her back to my place but she said she
wanted to make a run past this dojo place to pick up some of her stuff
first, and I said sure, why not..."
     With her hand in easy reach of her nose, the building sneeze was
held off only by aid of her finger, which she placed ever so subtly under
her nose, so that she was pressing up against her small nostrils.  They
flared roundly, in perfect circles, every time she took in a breath.  The
sneeze only grew in force at each, starting to come and then going again,
only to resurface in tingles in the tip and urges in the back. She
couldn't hep sniffing again, and regretted it, having her eyes close
tightly, instinctively, and her mouth curl helplessly at the feeling.
     "... and when we got out of the car, I thought I saw something in
her jacket, the handle of a knife or something..."
     She couldn't stop it any longer.  She felt it come, urging her
strongly to give forth a strong, loud, and possibly wet sneeze.  She tried
holding her breath, pursing her lips shut, squeezing all the muscles in
her face tightly so that she wouldn't sneeze...
     But all was lost as it came, despite all her actions, a powerful but no
very loud, "hiich-CHISH!" making her rock forward, almost to the degree
of her doubling over at the force.  She came back up with her cheeks
bright red and her nose twitching again with a stronger sensation than
before. "HiiSHIOO!CHISHH!" her whole body shaking.  As she rubbed at
her nose and opened her eyes, she saw a white, long-haired, Persian cat
sitting on the couch beside Donald, who was petting it while listening to
the witness ramble on and on about the night before in every detail but
the ones that mattered most.  She groaned to think of the amount of fur
and dander in the air around her and felt the tickle worsen in response. 
A second later, the urge was irresistable, and it was all she could do to
try and repress them as they came out, "ha-ITCHH! HIISHHOO!" a clean
double, coming so strong and so fast that even as she felt them build and
come, more were just as quickly behind. "hi...SHIISH!" she sneezed,
standing up and trying to speak.  "Excuse... hahh... 'scuse... HiiiCHIISH!"
she rubbed her nose harder, "'Scuse me, please... hiiiSHOO!"  Natalie
quickly bolted for the door, shutting the door behind her, and letting
the cool air outside comfort her tickling nose.
     She sneezed another three times, then noticed Donald standing
beside her.  "You okay, Nat?" he asked with concern.
     "Oh, yeah, sure," she replied, sniffing and taking a tissue from her
pocket to blow her nose.  "I'm allergic to cats, remember?"
     He nodded.
     She wondered if he'd left to she how she was or perhaps the
interview was already completely finished.  "Are you done... or..."
     Donald nodded. "Yup. We've got it all," he held up a piece of paper,
the handwriting on which did not match his own in the least.  "Including
a spot where he thinks she may be hiding out for the time.  We'll go
tomorrow morning- she apparently asked him to come see her then. That
should be our best bet to find her."
     Natalie nodded, sniffing quietly, trying to control herself.  "Sounds
good.  You mean, we're free for the evening?"
     Don checked his watch.  "Looks that way.  It's almost 7 o'clock;
would you like to catch a little dinner?"
     She nodded, then rethought it.  "Actually... I should probably go
out with Sammy tonight... you know, the guy I'm seeing?"
     He nodded.
     "We haven't been out in over a week, because I've been working
late.  I owe him a few.  Is that okay, Donald?"
     The blond, blue-eyed man nodded and smiled.  "Then enjoy
yourself tonight.  I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning at the
station. Agreed?"
     She nodded back.  "Agreed." 

          *            *          *          *          *

     They had taken dinner at a fancy French place, seen a rather
boring movie, then retired to Sam's house for a little 'coffee' which had
manifested itself into a wild romp on the living room floor.  She woke late
that night feeling relaxed and pleased, and woke Sam with a kiss.
     "Let's go to bed," he said with an enthusiastic smile. He added, "I'll
carry you up."
     Natalie giggled as he took her in his arms, laughing at his pained
expression as he tried with all his strength to carry the 110-lb woman
who was probably more fit and muscular than he, given the hours at the
gym she worked out a week. That part of her rarely showed in her
beautifully stunning outward appearance. Sam got her upstairs finally
and laid her upon the bed tenderly, looking into her eyes with wild
passion. Then he went at her.
     He pulled the covers up over himself as he unbuttoned her shirt
and unhooked her bra.  He worked his tongue against her nipples and
she gasped to feel the rush for the second time that night. "Oh, Sammy,"
she muttered, digging her hands into the sheets, pulling, aching,
yearning for him to pleasure her.  He moved down, the bulge under the
covers, so mysterious as she couldn't see what he was doing, but felt
exactly ever movement he made. His hands pulled her panties off again
and rubbed at her thighs, then the insides of her legs.  She pulled back,
teasing him, knowing he liked to please her and suspecting he would
follow, inch up, directly. He did.  She laughed, an airy, laugh of joy and
anticipation, and relaxed back upon the bed, her head falling properly
onto a pillow. 
     Suddenly a strong urge came over her.  Overpowering the urge of
bliss that had been building before, now came the urge she dreaded: the
feeling that she had to sneeze.  She quickly concluded that it the source
was a feather pillow, and cursed her luck as she felt his tongue begin
exploring where his hands had just been.  She stiffened, the feeling
coming over her slowly but surely.
     Natalie inhaled through her nose gently, trying to sniff in air
without being heard. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin what
might be one of the most amazing nights of her life because of a sneezing
fit. And she was sure her sneezing was not exactly what Sammy would
like to hear while pleasuring her, rather than her thankful gasps and
moans.
     She sniffed again, making a little more noise this time; her nose was
beginning to run a tad. It was barely visible but she could feel it,
running, tickling terribly as it did so.  The cold air of the air conditioned
room mixed in to lift the scent from the pillow her head lay against and
rise enough to catch her nose.  Her nostrils twitched.  Then they flared. 
It was coming upon her faster.
     With Sammy under the covers, she knew he couldn't see her and, as
the sensation in her nose grew to it's highest, about to push her past the
limits, she pinched her nose shut with her fingers.  One finger on one
side, her thumb on the other, her nostrils were held tightly, fingers
pressing in hopes of getting the urge to dissipate completely.  But her
physically holding it back only helped in restraining it, not lessening it. 
The tickly sensation ceased spreading through her nose, but it did
remain there in as much as it had built before.  She felt her nose tickle
again and knew the feeling was going no where with this method.  She
was losing time.
     Sammy began making noises- soft growls, anxious pants.  She knew
he was about to go in for the kill.  But she also knew that her giving in to
what he wanted might also mean her losing control and letting loose with
the sneeze she was trying so hard to control so as not to ruin the moment
and let him know she was having such a terrible allergy attack.  There
was nothing she hated more than sneezing in front of people and as far
as her sneezing went, this, she considered, had to be the absolute worst
time, place, and person.  She was determined to enjoy herself and keep
herself from sneezing.
     Natalie began rubbing at her nose, whole palm against the tip,
rubbing desperately, turning it up and pressing it down with each and
every hard stroke.  She felt the sensation leave for a moment and smiled
as she felt Sammy touch several spots of herself with his tongue.  She
gasped and rocked forward, the urge coming over her.
     But in that brief moment, the sneeze returned in full, nostrils
flaring.  Instinctively she took a breath in, trying to hold back still,
trying to let nothing out, which was near to impossible against her
widely flaring nostrils which continued to take in breath after breath in
a rapidly growing rate.  Her chest and naked breasts rose and fell with
the breaths.  Her eyes closed tightly in concentration.  All fit into
rhythm as the building urges in her nose caused her gasps to happen at
the same time as each thrust she gave, tingles of every kind racing
rampant inside of her.
     With her crotch beginning to pulsate harder than she could ever
remember it doing before, she realized there was no stopping her sexual
drive, and she bore down, trying as hard as she could to hold off the
sneeze as she let the rest of herself go.
     But the sneeze was too far forward, taking over her whole nose
from the urging back to the tingly nostrils. The tickly feeling was so
strong by now that a sneeze was inevitable. And as Sammy gave her one
last push, she reacted accordingly, finally giving release.
     She orgasmed greatly, thrusting against Sammy and at the same
time having her sneeze reach its climax and coming forth with a
powerful, "hhehhh-IITCHHHHI!" Head and whole body levitating off the
bed almost completely.
     Natalie fell back upon the bed in a fit of pleasure, her head resting
again upon the pillow and starting another sneeze, this one she
suppressed immediately by placing one slender finger against the bottom
of her nose, pressing up against the nostrils with what strength she had
left.
     Sammy, who was rubbing her gently as she came down from it,
threw the covers off so he could see the satisfied and delighted
expression on her face.
     Quickly she lowered her finger, so he wouldn't see.  A minute
passed with him rubbing and kissing her and he didn't mention her
sneeze, so she crossed her fingers in hopes that he might have mistaken
it for a scream, which she had been so close to giving at the same time. 
But he would soon find out as the second sneeze crept up upon her.
     She contorted her face, scrunching it up so one eye was almost
closed, that same side of her mouth raised, lips curling under the sneezy
sensation.  Simply scrunching her face up was doing nothing to help
hold it back, and this one seemed more powerful than before.  She had no
choice but hope he didn't look up as she placed her finger back under
her nose.  The sensation slowly faded, the tingles dying away in the back
of her nose, spreading the nothingness throughout, finally ending in the
perfectly round nostrils and soft, rounded tip.
     "Nat?"
     Her fears were realized as she gazed into his eyes.  Her own were
slightly watery from allergy-induced tears.  Quickly she took her finger
away, the sneeze returning almost instantly.  She tried to hold it off but
did not succeed.  "hehhh-ITCHH!" she sneezed fully, head bending down,
body thrusting forward, rocking them both on the bed from the less
powerful force.
     "You okay, Nat?" he asked with some concern.
     She sniffed, feeling the tickle in her nose as if it had never left.  A
few more sneezes and it would become a full-blown, irresistible allergy
attack.  "Yeahhhh..." she felt the urge again, coming through her whole
body, trying to get her to sneeze.  "Uhhh..."
     He got a few tissues from his bed stand, passed her one, and wiped
his hands and mouth clean with the others.  "You don't sound okay."
     She sat up, covering her nose and mouth with the tissue, cupping
her straight hands around them as if praying.  "Ahhh... Itchhmm!" she
sneezed into the tissue, smothering the sound slightly.
     "Bless you!" he exclaimed, tossing his tissues in the wastebasket
by the bed and moving to lie beside her.
     "It's... it's your pillows," she gasped, moving away, getting up,
walking a few steps away.  Her nose was tickling dreadfully now, and it
was all she could do to answer him without letting go.
     "My pillows?"  He looked at them with a confused, almost baffled
expression upon his normally handsome face.
     She nodded, a final sneeze tickling her nose.  Natalie's nostrils
twitched and as much as she tried to hold it off, it was irrepressible. With
the tissue balled up past its usefulness, she held her hand up in front of
her face.  Each warm breath that built the sneeze became stronger and
stronger against her palm.  Her face relaxed, falling as her eyes closed,
mouth and jaw dropped open, and went slack.  The last breath was a
quick and sharp inward gasp, leading straight to the, "Hahhhh-CHISHH!"
She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and explained. "I'm
allergic... hehh..." she sniffed hard and felt the tingles leave.  "I'm
allergic to the feathers."
     "Oh!" he exclaimed, gathering up the pillows at once.  "Why didn't
you say so?"
     She smiled at his concern and efforts to help her.  Sam left with his
arms loaded with the pillow, returning with two more and fresh pillow
cases to match.  "These are stuffed with cotton- the only ones I have in
the place. Sorry there aren't more."
     She slid into bed with him, sniffing a tiny bit as she recovered from
what had almost been a terribly embarrassing scene.  "Thank you,
Sammy," she whispered, pressing her naked body against his, wrapping
her arms around him, and falling asleep in pleasure and comfort.

           *          *          *          *          *

     Natalie slammed the door to her squad car and crunched the
styrofoam cup in her hand in frustration.
     "It had to be all the way out here, huh, Nat?" she heard her
partner ask as he too got out.  "I mean, back and forth, we're getting
more milage than leads."
     She cleared her throat and put her hand on her gun.  "It only
takes one, Buddy.  And this is the one."  She ran her eyes over the tall
building, then over to her partner.  "You take the front and I'll go
around back."
     He shook his head with a grin, disbelieving her words.  "Always
dramatic, Nat."
     She chuckled as the two walked through the revolving, glass front
door.  "Well, you've gotta give me points for trying."
     Donald slapped her on the back.  "Yeah, I guess I do.  Let's just get
the guy and get out of here.  My wife's expecting me home before dinner
again tonight."
     "Making this a habit, are we?"
     He smiled.  "Yeah, I guess there are a dozen worse, though."
     She nodded, agreeing as she remembered the night before and the
wonderful time she had been able to spend with Sammy.

     They searched the main floor without success, then the second,
working their way up at a rapid but thorough pace.  The two made it to
the second to last floor and decided it was about time to split up, which
they did in hopes that covering more ground faster, that being the best
way for them to finish faster.  They decided that Donald would take this
floor and she the one above, a choice made due to a heads-or-tails toss
that Donald, who was always lucky, won. Donald said he'd meet her up
there when he was finished and they'd figure out what to do then. 
Natalie took the stairs up to the last floor and came out, in surprise and
unhappiness to find that the top floor of the building was an arboretum,
the part she was in, being more a hot and stuffy green house than
anything else.
     She made her way through slowly, ducking below hanging plants
and pushing past over-sized palm leaves as she went.  Suddenly she
heard a gun shot and she jumped, crouching, pulling out her gun and
hiding back among the plants so as to stay hidden a moment, just in case
anyone was to come her way.
     Suddenly she felt a sneeze coming on.  There was only thee things
Natalie was allergic to, and there being no feathers and no cats around
that she could see, she groaned silently to think of the other possibility. 
She glanced around, catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of
the horribly recognizable hyacinth blossoms, the tiny scent-laden
flowers that Natalie dreaded more than either other allergin.
     She shook her head, feeling the sneeze building up and being
unable to stop it, for it's strength was unparalleled.  She pinched her
nose shut, not wanting to sneeze, as her life depended on it.  Crawling a
few feet to her left, the only direction there was any room to move in, she
felt the tickle back down just a little.  She let out a silent sigh of relief
and sniffed as she heard a second loud bang- not quite a gun shot, but
just as loud.  She moved her head, trying to peek out past the leaved
and blossoms in order to see anything, including the possible Donald who
would hopefully meet up with her sooner than later.  If it turned out to
be the suspect, she would undoubtedly need back-up. She crawled one
more foot to her left to look out again and, as she did so, heard shouts
that she knew were not Donald's.  She gasped, realizing how close they
were to her, and instinctively ducked her head down so she would not be
so easily seen.  In doing so, however, she found herself face-to-face with
a large set of those fearful blossoms.  Her nose began to tickle wildly.
Natalie quickly felt herself lose control as her whole body quivered with
the sudden and overwhelmingly strong urges to burst forth with a
powerful sneezing fit. She opened her watery eyes to find herself
staring into more hyacinth than she had ever before seen all together in
one place.  She dared not breathe, but suddenly found her chest rushing
for it, her nose wiggling furiously with intense, uncontrollable tickles.
     The voices became louder and the feelings in her nose and body
stronger, as if every fiber of her being were urging her to sneeze.  She
recoiled but it did no good at all, the tickle taking over her nose
completely, giving her the most uncomfortable, sneezy sensation. 
"Hahhh.. Agaghhh... ehhh-hehh..." she began, having it build up quietly,
though she knew the powerful allergy sneezes would be heard
throughout the entire building should she let one out.  Her only hope
was that the bodies attached to the voices wouldn't find her. "Ehgggah...
hehhsha..." the feeling was coming over her and, as much as she tried to
clench her jaw closed, it ended up coming just the same, "HAHHHH-
IISHHHHH!" she sneezed so loudly it rang in her ears for a brief moment. 
She'd tried so hard to stifle it, but it was too strong for her.
     "Came from over there!" Natalie heard a man yell as footsteps raced
in her direction.
     Another sneeze came upon her, "HAHHHHHSHOOOO!" and she
realized she was helplessly caught in a terrible sneezing fit. 
"HAHHHSHOO! HEHHCHEOOO! HARRRHSHOOOO!" She sneezed into her
sleeve, hoping to quiet them but being quite unsuccessful.
"HAHHSHUSHH! HEHHHCHOO!"
     Suddenly she saw a gun in front of her and felt herself being
raised to her feet, the gun being pulled from her hand.
     "Hahhhh... HAHHH... HAHHHRSHOO!"  She was sneezing still,
uncontrollably. "HERRRSHHHESHH! HIII-CHIISHHHHH! HAHHCHOO!
HHHHAAAAAHHHH... " she paused a moment, head thrown back, mouth
open, nostrils flaring to be perfect circles as the urge grew to climax. 
"HAHSHHHHOOOOOOOOOOSH!" it finally came, clearing her nose of the
allergin, the smell completely gone now.
     She opened her eyes to see two men standing before her, and one
who was holding her.  She sniffed, her nose running, and swore openly
at her bad luck.  "The boss lady will want to see you now," one of the men
told her and she grunted, struggling as they dragged her a few rooms
over.
     Amanda was indeed there, and sat in a chair with legs crossed and
shoulder-length brown hair.  "Ah. So you came all this way in tracking
me down... to have it be all for naught, eh?"
     Natalie said nothing.
     The woman stood, her perfect figure accented by the black, tight-
fitting dress she wore.  She suddenly reached behind the desk to pull
out a sword, pointing it straight out towards Natalie.
     Suddenly Amanda froze, stiffened with a short gasp.
     A man's voice called out, "Drop the sword."
     Amanda followed orders, the sword crashing to the ground with a
metallic clink.  "Release the good officer, boys," Amanda said, though she
had had no intention of harming the woman in the first place; theft came
easy to her, but killing was not in her nature.
     "But boss..."
     Amanda smiled, motioning back behind her with a nod of her head. 
"I said let her go.  There's a man with a gun to my back..." she paused a
moment before adding with an even larger smile, "How quaint." 
     Donald rose up from behind, giving a large, proud grin to Natalie. 
"I've got her and the jewels.  You get the other two.  I've already called
for back-up."
     The thugs reluctantly released Natalie who immediately handcuffed
them both.
     Upon getting all three into the car, Natalie turned to her partner
with red cheeks, looking down at the ground.  "Thanks for saving my
behind in there. I don't... I mean..."
     He nodded.  "Sure thing."  He handed her a tissue from his pocket.
"Just wait until the guys down at the station hear it was me saving you
for a change."  He grinned in fun, remembering the hundred of times
she'd saved him from much worse situations.
     Natalie slapped him on the back.  "See you around, Donald."
     "Yeah. You, too, Nat."
~tarotgal