| 10:17p |
I slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road. My heart was pounding. I sat there for a moment, frozen with fear. I jumped in my seat when the officer knocked on my window. Slowly, I rolled the window down and looked up at him. Great... mustache, twinkling eyes...he looked very much like the stupid man already in my head.
"License and registration please." Good voice, and thick fingers too. I stared at the fingers gripping his little notebook for a moment before responding to his request. Fumbling in my purse and glove compartment, I swore at myself again. I'm getting pulled over, and all I think about was that the cop was hot, like my lover! What the hell was wrong with me??
As I handed my license and registration to him, I noticed his eyes narrow. Look calm, I told myself. Look innocent. But I was having trouble looking the police officer in the eye.
"Do you know why I pulled you over ma'am?" I shook my head a little, worried. The cop gestured back down the highway. "No? You swerved across the lane, and did it while speeding."
Really I was speeding and I swerved across the lane? I cringed as he glared down at me. No wonder he pulled me over.
"Have you been drinking..." he paused to look at my license, He stared at me intently, head cocked to the side to better see my face.
"N-no, officer." Great...that was convincing. Even I heard the tremble in my voice.
"Wait right here." He headed back to his car. I can't believe how stupid I am! In a few minutes he came back to the side of my car. "Ma'am are you sure you haven't been drinking?" His body was imposing, one hand resting on the roof of my car as he leaned down to hand my license back to me.
"No, officer."
"Great, then you wouldn't mind stepping out of the car, would you?" His face was stony; he wasn't joking.
"Um...no, sir." I unbuckled myself and got out of the car.
"If you'll move to this side, please." I followed him to the passenger side, the part furthest from the road. Ma'am, may I ask why your slacks are unzipped? Shit, I can't believe I didn't zip up my jeans. Um, officer I have a long drive and I was just trying to relax...my jeans are a little tight and I wanted to be comfortable.
He didn't look as though he believed that!
He had me do the standard drunk driving test; walking in a straight line, asking me questions. I thought I had convinced him that I had not been drinking, but I was shocked as he instructed me to place my hands against my car.
"What?"
"Please place your hands on the roof of your car," he repeated, all business. When I did so, he kicked my feet further apart and stepped close to me. "I'm going to pat you down, then take you into the station to do a Breathalyzer test."
What?! No, no, no. I turned to face him directly, gazing up at his face.
"Officer, there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not drunk! I haven't had any alcohol at all! I'm just driving home from a night at a friends. I am just a bit tired...that's why I swerved a little.
"Ma'am, please turn around." This time he forcibly turned me. "This will go smoother if you just cooperate."
I couldn't do anything, and fighting was obviously going to make this worse, so I faced my car. I felt his hands on my shoulders, moving up my neck, under my hair, over my scalp. They felt more like a caress than a grope, and I relaxed a little. They traveled back down to my shoulders, around my neck, down my arms. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his hands back up then across my chest, just grazing my nipples.
I shivered a little; my nipples were still hard from thinking of HIM. The office's touch sent shivers through my body.This wasn't so bad.
I felt him hesitate a little, then press his hips against me. Oh my god, he was hard! I felt it against my ass, which I realized was thrust outwards in what must have been an enticing pose. I jumped, but one hand spread out on my belly and held me still as he rubbed himself against me.
"Shhh. Calm down. I'm going to continue an on-sight investigation, and if I'm satisfied, I can let you go. Otherwise, if you resist, I'll handcuff you and take you down to the station."
On-sight investigation? What was he talking about? Shouldn't this just be a traffic violation? I had been pulled over before but had always gotten away with a warning. This wasn't the proper procedure when pulling someone over, was it?
I felt him shift, and he placed his handcuffs on my roof, directly in front of my face. He was trying to make his point. A jail cell in a town where I knew no one was not how I pictured the rest of my day going, so I stood still.
"Just relax," he whispered into my ear, laying his hat beside his cuffs. He started his 'pat me down' again.
His hands once again moved across my chest, but unlike last time, they lingered on my breasts. Ever so lightly, he moved his palms over my hardened tips, back and forth, back and forth. No other part of his hands touched my breasts, and he took his time teasing me. I felt my pussy grow moist. I could not believe my body was responding. What the hell was wrong with me?
"I saw your nipples poking through your shirt... They are begging to be touched." I groaned, my legs closing. I wanted to rub them together, rub my clit, but his feet stopped me. He adjusted my hips so they stuck out more, so they were cushioned against his own. "Uh uh, ma'am. You are not to move from this position, do you hear me?"
One hand left my breast to slap against my ass. I let out a yell and he smacked my ass again.
"I asked you a question, ma'am. Do you understand?" He pushed my unbuttoned jeans down over my hips then settled against me. I realized he had either removed or pushed his pants down his legs, because his erection was now between my legs.
"Y-yes, officer." I murmured. I could feel the heat from his cock through my silk panties; any earlier hesitation on my part was now gone. I wanted to feel him in me so badly that I wasn't going to jeopardize my chance.
Both hands now moved back up to my tits, massaging, stroking my breasts, pinching my nipples.
"I can already feel how wet you are. I can feel it through your panties." He moved down my body, his fingers running over my ass, down my legs. His hands gripped my ankles, moving them further apart, and I realized I could feel his breath on my pussy. The idea made me burn. I was so hot, my body so tense, waiting his next move. I wanted to feel his hands all over my body, wanted to feel him fuck me, my mind was only focused on fucking. Every other thought left my mind.
Suddenly I felt his tongue running over the wet spot of my underwear. A fine tremor was moving through me, and he must have felt it, because he laughed.
"Now you're ready to obey, hmmm?" Casually, he spanked me again, then tugged my panties down my legs, stretching the material. Moving quickly, his mouth met my pussy, and he devoured me, lapping up the wetness, his hands alternately squeezing my ass and rubbing my clit. I felt his tongue dip in to me. He reached around with his other hand to slide a finger in to me, pumping a few times before pulling out.
I groaned, first because I wanted to feel something thrust into me. I realized my eyes were closed, so I opened them, looking downwards, and was rewarded with the sight of his cock... so hard! It was long,thick and beautiful; just like my lovers. The thought of him plunging it into me, along with the sensations of his mouth and hands, made me crazy.
Standing swiftly, he gripped my hips and shoved himself into me. He slid in to me so quickly, my wetness making it easy. He set a rapid pace and I pushed back to meet him. He gripped the back of my neck gruffly, twisting me so his mouth could settle on mine, his tongue parting my lips, his hands stroking the entire front of my body. They moved up to my breasts, twisting and pinching my nipples, before rubbing my clit.
"You will not speed any longer, will you, Ma'am ?" He spoke against my mouth, fucking me harder.
"No, officer," I managed to mumble, resting my head against his shoulder, his arms encircling me tightly as he leaned over me. One hand moved down to my pussy, first slapping my clit lightly, then rubbing it fully with his palm, over and over.
I cried out as the orgasm rocked me, and I heard him grunt, moving in deeper than before, till finally he began to cum. I felt his cock spurt again and again... |