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Monday, 1 April 2013

Speeding

Damn it had been a long night.  I was exhausted.  The fundraiser that I had helped to organize and facilitate was over and we had raised a ton of money for our cause.  We provided therapeutic relief for disabled children and adults - a worthy cause - so of course it had been worth the last year's work to organize.  We had made enough money in one day to operate for another full year!
It was easy for me to throw myself into my work.  I had divorced my husband the year before and had kept myself busy with work.  I was still an attractive woman but I wasn't interested in getting into another relationship.  Working late hours had distracted me from getting lonely and though there had been a few gentleman who had asked me out, I always used my work as an excuse for refusing their advances.
After staying late to tally the funds we had raised and to pack up our equipment and left-over information packets, I was finally making my way home.  It was already 2 am and the road that took me home was isolated.  The moon overhead was in full glow making what was normally a dark highway quite bright.  I could see for miles.  Without the fear of wildlife sneaking onto the highway unseen I put my foot down on the gas, definitely driving beyond the posted speed limit to make it home faster.
I rolled through the 4 way stop that intersected the two main highways.  I could see headlights coming on the other highway, but knew I had plenty of time to make it through the intersection before the other vehicle made it to the intersection.  Once I was through I brought my speed up again.  That was a mistake.  Apparently the other headlights belonged to a police cruiser.
Before I knew it, I saw the red and blue flashing lights behind me.  Fuck! So much for making good time getting home.  I pulled to the side of the deserted highway.  I didn't need the fine, nor the demerit points against my license!  Maybe I could charm my way out of the ticket.
I was wearing a white button down blouse and short black skirt.  It was summer time so my legs were bare atop of my 4 inch spiked heel pumps.  I undid another button on my blouse to show off a little more cleavage than I had dared to show off at the fundraiser and rolled down my window to flash my best smile at the approaching officer.
Hot damn!  He was gorgeous!  Tall with sculpted features that seemed very pronounced in the moonlight.
"License and registration please."  Hell, even his voice was sexy! Deep and smooth.  As I fumbled through my purse to retrieve my identification he asked, "Do you know why I stopped you this evening, miss?"
Miss?? He called me miss?  I was so damn used to being referred to as ma'me that I was starting not to care about getting a ticket.  I liked this guy!
"Uh, I think so," I stammered as I handed over my license, insurance and registration. "I might have been driving a bit too fast."
After looking over my identification with his flashlight, he turned it back onto my face and asked, "Have you been drinking any alcohol tonight?"
"Oh no, sir," I smiled as I twirled a strand of my long blond hair around my finger. Damn right I was flirting and not just to get out of a ticket! I don't know if it was the exhaustion that weakened me, but I was feeling an attraction that I hadn't felt for a long time. "Tonight was a working night for me."
He asked what I did for a living and after I told him about the fundraiser, he asked me to wait while he took my identification back to his cruiser.
He soon returned, but instead of handing me back my license and a speeding ticket he asked me to turn off the ignition and step out of my vehicle.  Thinking he was going to give me a sobriety test - which I knew I would pass because I hadn't touched a drop all night - I opened my car door and stepped out.
"Please step to the front of the car and place your hands on the hood," he ordered.  What the fuck! Was he going to arrest me?
"I just need to be sure you're not carrying any weapons on your person," he explained after seeing my look of shock. "Spread your legs, please."
With my back to him, my hands on the hood of my car and my legs spread, I felt his hands at my waist.  They felt warm and strong.  I forgot about why he was frisking me and lost myself in his touch.
They moved over my hips and as they moved over my legs, it didn't even occur to me that he didn't need to frisk my legs....they were bare and he could plainly see I didn't have a weapon strapped to them.  I had gotten my legs waxed for the fundraiser and as he ran his warm strong hands down their silky smoothness, I reacted by opening my legs a little farther.  His hands moved back up my legs, not patting me down but more of a caress, up past my knee and over my thigh, reaching up under my skirt.
A small moan escaped my mouth as his hand lightly brushed against my lace panties at the crotch.  I could feel the wetness seeping from my pussy at the erotic sensation.  His hands came out from under my skirt and reached around to my abdomen.  He stepped closer to me and I could feel his hard on through his pants pressing against my ass.
My skin was hot and my breath uneven.  He chuckled into my ear from behind.  "It would seem, you're enjoying this."
I pressed my ass against him and replied in a low sultry voice, "It would seem you are as well."
"You are a dangerous woman.... I think I better check to be sure you're not hiding a knife or gun in your panties." He seemed to hesitate for a moment, waiting to see if I would protest.  And though a part of me knew I shouldn't allow it, there was a more powerful part of me that wanted it.  I kept silent as his hand lifted my skirt in the front and slid under the waistband of my black lace panties, palming my clit and inserting his finger into my already wet and quivering pussy.
This time it wasn't a soft moan that escaped my lips but a loud guttural moan of delight.  I arched my back, my head falling back on his shoulder as my hips moved back and forth, grinding my dripping cunt into his hand.
"Oh god baby," I moaned, my breath hard and heavy. "You better play it safe and check my bra too!"  What the hell?  I had never been so brazen in my life!
He didn't need any more encouragement than that.  His other hand slipped under my blouse, pushing my bra up over my tits, and not so gently started squeezing my tit and pinching my nipple.
My exhaustion completely forgotten, my body came alive under his touch.  My tits swelled into his hand, my hips rocking as I fucked the finger of his other hand.
He suddenly spun me around, his hands pulling my blouse and bra off over my head, not bothering with the buttons or hooks.  His mouth and hands exploring my heaving chest.  His hat fell to the ground behind him and I pulled his head down harder on my chest, arching my back to fill his mouth with my breasts, my hands in his thick dark hair.  The lights on his car were still flashing and the hood of my car was still hot from the engine under my ass adding to the eroticism of what was transpiring on this hot summer night.
His mouth moved down my flat stomach and his hands reached down to pull up my skirt and pull at my panties.  I had to shift slightly and pull my legs up to help him with the removal of my panties.  Holy shit, I was dripping wet and could smell the musky scent of myself.  He bent down and I laid back against the hood of my car, supporting myself on my elbows as I wrapped my firm shapely legs around his neck.  His tongue felt cool and soothing on my hot aching pussy and as he lapped at the juices flowing from my cunt, his hands came back up to roll my erect nipples between his fingers.
I reached down between my legs, inserting my own finger in and out of my pussy as his mouth pinched and licked at my hard sensitive nub.
I could feel my orgasm building and I rocked harder against his face and my fingers before I let go.  My hands went over my head and I grasped the windshield wipers of my car, the rest of my body lifting up as I squeezed his head between my thighs and filled his mouth with my hot sweet cum.
I was still cumming when he freed himself from my legs and flipped me over.  My feet were back on the ground and my stomach was pressed against the hood of my car.  I heard his zipper come down and felt his long hard cock drive into my spasming cunt.
His hand was on my back holding me down as he relentlessly thrust his shaft deep inside me.  I pushed my ass back on to him, wanting it harder and faster.  My body shuddered again as another powerful orgasm overcame me, and yet he kept thrusting himself into me.  Right after my orgasm peaked, his other hand reached around me to once again knead at my clit causing me to peak again.  I cried out, the soft walls of my pussy clamping tightly around his now throbbing swollen member.  He finally relented, driving himself deep inside me and letting go of his own deep throated scream. My hips continued to rock against him, milking him of every last drop of his hot jism.
He stayed inside me for a few moments while we both caught our breath, then pulled away from me, zipped his pants and picked up and brushed off his hat.  He placed it on the hood of my car while he helped me up and get re-dressed.
He picked up his hat again and held it in his hands.  "You are a fast and dangerous woman," he smiled. "But this time I'm going to let you go.  Just slow it down, okay?"
I smiled back, "Yes sir."
I got back into my car and drove the rest of the way home at the speed limit.  When I got home I showered and poured myself a drink.  It was then I realized he hadn't returned my license, insurance and registration to me.  And I didn't even know his name!
As if I had summoned fate, I heard a knock at my door.  Who could it be at this hour? Christ, it was 4 am!  Dressed only in my robe, my long blonde hair wet and straight down my back, I opened the door to see him there, only instead of his uniform he was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.
"I saw your light on," he said. "I was a little distracted and forgot to return these to you."  In his hand was my identification.  I smiled, "Thanks," I said, "until just a moment ago, I had forgotten about them as well."  He looked so damn good and relaxed standing there.  He didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave.
"Would you like to come in for a drink?" I asked.
"I would," he replied.
I led him into my house. Feeling sexy and a little mischievous I turned my head and asked, "Did you happen to bring your handcuffs?"
"I did," he smiled and pulled a set of steel handcuffs from his back pocket and twirled them around his finger.  But that's another story.....

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