I've been at this little foray into the Emergency Services for a few months now. I love it. These people are heroes one and all. But at the same time they all seem to be just a little crazy. Some are even proud of it.
I had been on a ride-along or two (okay maybe more than two). I had spent some time at Fire Stations, the Airport, Dispatch and was working on finding new people to meet so I could learn more and more about these professions.
In fact I was headed out to find out more about Volunteer Firefighters. Because I could almost understand running into a burning building when everyone else runs out but I couldn't imagine doing it for no pay. But I wasn't going to make it to the station tonight. So, I'll have to tell that story another time.
The department I was headed to was actually in a small town about 20 or so miles from where I live. I was driving along contemplating the meaning of life when I looked in my rear-view mirror.
Red and blue lights flashing. Shit.
There was a small 'scenic' pullout that I could see nothing scenic about coming up on the right so I pulled in. My hope being that this State Trooper had some other assignment he was rushing to and that he wasn't really pulling me over for speeding.
He followed me.
After I put the car in park I reached for my paper work, watched the state trooper walk toward my car and waited for the inevitable question:
"Do you know why I've pulled you over today?"
"No sir, was I speeding?" All the officers I had met had told me that respect is the best way to go in these situations.
"I need to see your license, registration and proof of insurance." He said tersely as he accepted the offered paperwork. I was really starting to wonder what I had done. "Remain in your vehicle please."
"Yes sir," I said and I hoped I sounded respectful instead of puzzled.
I watched him walk back to the car and all I could think was "nice ass". Okay, that's probably not the best thing to be thinking in this type of situation but he had been cute and I did know a few of the state guys just not this one. At least I would hope I hadn't forgotten a nice ass like that.
I saw him talk on the radio to dispatch, then on the cell phone that almost all officers carry in their cars these days. He smiled once – so at least I knew that he could – and after he hung up he started back to my vehicle with my paperwork. No citation book, whew – that can be a give-away as to whether you're getting a ticket or not. No sense in carrying it up to the car if you aren't going to use it.
He handed the paperwork back to me and I thought I was home free. Until he spoke again.
"I need you to pull up to that parking spot, turn off the vehicle and step out placing your keys on the driver's seat."
It probably looked pretty bad when my jaw dropped. But knowing these guys as well as I do I knew there was a reason or at least I hoped there was. I know I wasn't being arrested or I would already be 'hooked-up' so it was probably some random drug search program or something. So I did as he asked. As I stepped out of my car I realized I was dressed for a 'ride-along' with the Firefighters so I wasn't wearing panties and my skirt was shorter than usual.
He had pulled his patrol vehicle into the configuration that most departments use for traffic stops. Behind the suspect's car but so their vehicle sticks out on the driver's side to protect the officer from passing motorists. I had learned not so long ago that a lot of Law Enforcement Officers were killed that way each year. He was driving one of those new and enormous SUV's and next to my sporty little car it seemed it. I also realized that it blocked the view from the road and as I looked over my shoulder I realized that you couldn't see our vehicles at all from the other angle.
I tried not to smile. I hoped that my intuition was right.
He stood in front of me. "I would like to search your vehicle."
I looked him over a little better. Maybe he was a little familiar.
"Yes sir, that's not a problem at all."
"Is there anything inside it that you would like to tell me about?"
"Just my purse and a soda from McDonald's."
"Please step to the back of your vehicle and put your hands behind your back." As I complied he placed me in handcuffs.
It is the policy of most Police Departments that an Officer doing a search by himself is required to handcuff the subject. For his own protection. It may seem harsh to some but the statistics don't lie. Almost three-quarters of the Officers that die each year in this country die during 'routine' traffic stops.
He opened my driver door and bent in to look around. I was right, it was a great ass. I was concentrating so hard on his backside that I didn't see what he produced from the passenger seat.
It was then that I heard the crunch of tires and realized that there was a second State Trooper pulling up next to the first. I turned to see a familiar face.
"Hey bud, what's your PC?" I listened carefully; he was referring to probable cause for the stop, without it, no other charge will stick.
The first Trooper pulled his head out of my car and answered him. "65 in a 55."
"Kind of weak wouldn't you say?"
"I don't know – she seems to be coming along kind of peacefully." He said and nodded at the handcuffs. "Not even a whimper."
"I think she knows the score." The second Trooper stated. He smiled at me. "Don't you Honey?"
I nodded in response. I had a flashback to the first time he and I had "met". He had tucked me into bed in a fashion that I would like to have done to me every night. He had repeated the performance several times and if memory served me correctly the last time he and I had had an interesting discussion about a little fantasy that I had. In fact, while I wasn't going to get my hopes up I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second.
The first Trooper came out of my vehicle with my purse and was looking in it. I started to smile. You see there are a few people, including the Trooper who liked to tuck me in, who know that I carry a few 'toys' with me just about everywhere I go. Now I knew the cell phone call had been a set up.
"Ma'am, would you like to explain these?" He asked as he pulled one of the bigger vibrators out of the bag.
"I didn't know that it was against the law to have a vibrator." I looked at him rather innocently and tried to shrug with the cuffs restricting my arms.
The second Trooper looked me at me as the other set my bag on the trunk of my car. "Lean over the car and spread you legs."
I knew what this was about. A full body search, I had enjoyed several. I complied.
He started at my head and ran his hands through my hair, messing it up. His hands tightened as he continued down my neck. The momentary reminder that he was in total control made the juice from my pussy start to run down my leg. He continued, checking my back.
"No bra?" He asked as he lifted my shirt.
He knows better, I thought.
"No sir." See I'm learning - respect.
His hands slid under my shirt and around the front of my chest till he was holding my breasts in his huge hands. He used his thumb and forefinger to squeeze the nipples. I whimpered a little and he pinched them harder.
