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Flashing Lights Beating Hearts

Flashing Lights Beating Hearts

by loridarlin
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I was running late to work driving down the main road through town, cussing at every person who was driving slowly. And, by slowly, I mean probably the actual speed limit. "Shit! Get out of my way!," to literally every person on the road. It's not like I get in trouble if I'm late, in fact I keep my own schedule, but today I had meetings and really needed to prepare for them before they actually started. I do this to myself; waking up, taking a shower, then sitting on the edge of my bed, wrapped up in my towel, and lost to the world. It feels like a minute or two, but clearly time moves faster than I think it does!

I was nearly to the freeway, which thankfully looked like it was moving smoothly, when I saw the lights in my rearview. My legs went tingly, and the feeling of dread passed through me. Yes, that was a cop behind me. I pulled over to the right, but there wasn't much of a shoulder. The officer parked somewhat at a diagonal to block the full right lane. I knew it was for our protection, but it felt a little like I was on display, highlighting my bad behavior. It seemed like every person in town slowed and took a look at me. I'm sure some of them were feeling quite righteous in seeing me get the karma I deserved, having tailgated them until I could pass. The feeling of rushing to not be late turned to feelings of wishing this officer would hurry up so the feelings of shame and embarrassment would be over! I opened my phone and scrolled through my photos to my insurance card and went ahead and pulled my license out of my wallet to maybe speed up the process.

I saw in my side mirror the officer walking up, so I set my phone in my lap, lowered the window, and placed both hands on the wheel, still holding my license in my right hand.

"Ma'am. Good morning. Sure is a beautiful day, isn't it?"

I looked up at him as if he were the dumbest man on the planet, until it registered just what I was seeing. Oh my. Gear on gear at the waist and attached to the bulletproof vest officers are required, and frankly need, to be wearing these days. Even though he was in a vest with all that gear, I could tell there was a fit man underneath it. His uniform shirt gathered just the right way at his belt and he made carrying that vest look effortless on his broad chest. He wasn't one of those muscle-bound gym rat looking guys, but there was no doubt that the muscle tone in his arms was achieved by a daily workout. His last name was embroidered on the chest of his uniform opposite of his badge. My eyes settled on a red light in the middle of his chest and I realized I was looking at his body worn camera. My face flushed with embarrassment. Here I am - in just moments - going from anxious and annoyed, to overwhelmed by the masculinity in front of me, and he has every second of it recorded for others to see!

I stumbled over the words, "Yes, a great day to be pulled over." as I looked up at his face. He had a chiseled jaw line, shaved clean, and his Ray-Ban aviators sat perfectly across his face. I tried to not be influenced by my attraction, but it was quickly overriding the self-loathing of being pulled over.

"Ma'am, I don't like to pull people over, especially when everyone is on their way to work, but you were speeding and your taillight is out. I can overlook the speeding, but if I didn't stop to tell you your taillight was out, how would you ever know?" He smiled, and the lines around his mouth deepened like long dimples and the cleft in his chin was more prominent than before.

I smiled back, and said, "Thank you, sir."

Wait! Did I just thank this man for pulling me over? I'm late, I'm going to get a ticket, and I just thanked the man for it.

"Since I pulled you over, I have to check your stuff. Go ahead and hand me that license and I'll need to see your insurance."

I switched my license over to my left hand and stuck it out the window as I picked up my phone. It had gone back to standby mode, and I had to put my passcode back in. I swear I could feel the heat of his presence and stare within my soul. I took me two tries to get the passcode right. I handed him my phone and he lifted up his sunglasses to read it. He placed his sunglasses on his shaved head. Some people look awful with a shaved head, but this was the thing that put his masculinity and air of authority all together. He handed me my phone back, and I swear his fingers lingered over mine a half-second longer than normal. Long enough for me to look up into his brown eyes and he smiled again before saying, "Stay right here. Don't leave." and he walked back to his car.

Handsome, I'm not going anywhere.

After a few minutes, he walked back to my car and handed me back my license. Again, the tips of his fingers overlapped mine longer than what felt normal. I waited until he removed his fingers and looked up at him again. What was this smirk on his face? Am I imagining things that aren't really there? I was definitely reading too much into this and turned to put my license back in my purse. He stood there silently and waited for me to look back up at him again.

He said, "You were doing 12 miles over the limit, but I'm going to just give you a warning. Ma'am, I want you to slow down and drive carefully. Your life is important, more important than wherever you're headed to. However, I'm going to give you a citation for the taillight, but only to ensure you get it fixed. Fix the light, go the clerk, and they'll dismiss it."

"Yes, sir. Will do. Do I need to go to the dealership to fix the light? Or is that a Kwik Kar kind of thing?"

"No, your husband can go to an auto parts store, get a bulb, and fix it easily."

"Oh, I'm not married. So, you think Kwik Kar then?"

"No ma'am. Why don't you ask a neighbor to help you or something? There's no need to spend that much money."

"Umm. Okay. I'll try to find someone to help me."

"Don't worry, ma'am. It will get fixed. Then just take that ticket to clerk to get it dismissed. Now, drive slowly and carefully like I told you to, and have yourself a good day. I'll see you soon."

"Yes, sir."

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I rolled up my window and watched this man walk back to his vehicle. He climbed in, and I was able to just drive forward since he had the whole right lane blocked. As I drove toward the highway, I was recounting the experience with this officer. I could not move past how attractive he was. I shook my head at the silliness of being attracted to a man in a uniform. How clichΓ©; but also, there were thoughts of seeing him again some day and all the ways I'd like him to use those handcuffs. Wait, did he end that conversation with, "I'll see you soon"? Think, think... yes, I'm certain that is what I heard. Just the thought of seeing him again gave me butterflies in my stomach and a warming sensation a little lower.

I went about my day at work with intrusive thoughts of the officer who had pulled me over that morning. The muscle tone in his arms. The way the aviator sunglasses made him look so manly. The way his face softened when he smiled. The way his fingers lingered on mine. The way he made me feel when he talked.

The phrase, "I'll see you soon" played over and over in my mind. Yes sir, I hope you do.

On my way home, I stopped by an auto parts store. Thank goodness the cashier was so helpful; just needed the make, model, and year of my car. I was halfway to getting this ticket dismissed. Light bulb in hand, I drove home hopeful that a neighbor might help me fix the taillight.

I pulled into the garage, closed the door, and went inside. Step one, get out of the work clothes, put on something more comfortable, then go visit the neighbors for a favor. I walked into my bedroom, into the closet and kicked off my heels. I took off my black skirt, royal blue blouse, and found a ponytail holder to put my hair up with. I wanted to take off my bra, but I knew I couldn't necessarily go knocking on doors with these 38DDDs just bouncing and hanging loosely. That would be so embarrassing. However, I could take off my panties; no one would be able to tell I was 'going commando'. I always wore a thong under skirts. There's something about the feeling of the material of the skirt sliding over my ass that makes me feel more feminine. It's not something I do when wearing denim or thicker material, but slipping on a skirt, zipping it up the back, and knowing I'm almost nude underneath makes me feel like a very confident woman. I stood there in my closet, willing myself to put clothes on when all I really wanted to do was be home for the night and not have to worry about the dang taillight!

Thinking of the taillight made me think of that handsome officer that had pulled me over. Why did I have to speed? Why did I now have to deal with this taillight? However, I got to admire a sexy hunk of man in the process. At least, I didn't get a ticket for speeding and he assured me the ticket for the taillight would be dismissed once I proved to the clerk that I had fixed it. He had said it with confidence, and I believed him, besides he's probably written hundreds of those kinds of tickets.

I laughed to myself remembering that he had said I was more important than wherever I was going. I bet he says that to all the ladies. But it sure made me feel pretty special. There was that feeling again. The butterflies in my stomach and the warmth between my legs. I guess I didn't need to rush to the neighbors, I could enjoy a few moments to myself beforehand.

I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of prosecco from the fridge. Closing the door, I could see a reflection of myself in the stainless-steel door. A curvy woman, nude, except for a black lace bra and a bottle of bubbly wine in her hand. I giggled at the sight, then turned to the cabinet to grab a wine glass. You know the bottle is going to pop when you pull the cork, but the sound makes me jump every time. I poured the bubbly into the glass and took several big sips. Delicious, every time. I refilled the half empty glass and headed back to my bedroom.

I set the glass on the bedside table and opened the drawer. I keep a variety of toys in there, a dildo, one of those rose toys that stimulate just my clit, and one that is a blend of the two. I chose the latter and turned on the vibration of the insertion end. I laid across the bed and let my knees fall open. I used the vibrating tip to slide open my lips. I closed my eyes, and my mind went to Mr. Police Officer. I imagined his fingers between my legs and his lips on my breasts. I reached up to feel my nipples and felt the lace of my bra. Oh, yeah, I need to check in with the neighbors.

I willed my mind to return to imagining him with me. The vibration is doing its job and I am relaxing into the feeling of pleasure. I start sliding it slowly in and out of me. Just a little bit in, then pull it out and rub it up and around my clit. Back down, a little more inside, pull it back out and slide it up and around my clit again. I'm feeling ready for a bit more inside. I push it fully within me, feeling the vibration from the inside. I reached down and turned on the part that stimulates my clit. It has multiple settings, but I like the fast vibration and the puffing of air that it does. It feels like a tongue flicking my clit. I spread my lips open and exposed my clit to the vibrating circle on the toy. The feeling of pleasure rocked through me.

Vibration from the inside, vibration and flicking feelings on the outside, but I needed more. I flipped over and pushed my hips into my bed; rocking my hips and pushing the toy harder into me and increasing the pressure on my clit. I was getting close; it really doesn't take long for me to climax this way. I felt the muscles inside me start to contract and spasm. I was cumming and releasing the stress of the day. Fuck, yes! I was feeling the waves through me, my clit pulsing with every heartbeat. I flipped back over onto my back and pulled the vibrator from out of me. The waves of aftershocks continued as I laid there enjoying the moment. I turned the vibration off and laid the toy on the bed. I needed to get up and get dressed to go talk to my neighbors about the taillight, but man did it feel good to just lay there on the cool comforter of my bed.

I sat up and grabbed my glass off the beside table. I could feel my juices slide down and out of me as I sat up. I drank the glass of prosecco in just a few gulps and slid off the bed. I looked back at the vibrator and told myself I would wash it off and put it away later, before bed. I stepped into the closet and put on a tank top and some lightweight joggers. I thought for a second about how wet my pussy was and considered putting panties on for another layer but decided that wasn't necessary. No one is going to be looking all that close at me anyway. I slid on my flip flops and headed out the front door. The house next door to my right is empty, it's been for sale now for a couple of weeks.

The house to my left is a sweet family with 3 kids. Two are grown, but still living at home and their youngest is in elementary school. I walked over to their home and rang the bell. I smiled and waved into the doorbell camera. The wife answered the door and stepped out to chat with me. We aren't close, we really only say hello to each other in passing. I told her about getting pulled over and needing to fix my taillight and asked if she thought her husband would mind helping me figure out how to replace it. She laughed and said she would ask him when he got home, but that he and their youngest were at soccer practice. We were chatting about soccer and how busy her life is, when she motioned toward my driveway and told me I had company.

I followed her gaze over to my driveway. A black Lexus sedan had pulled in and though the windows were tinted, I could tell there was only the driver in the front. I looked back at my neighbor, shrugged my shoulders, and started walking back toward my house. The door opened and out stepped a man with a shaved head, aviator sunglasses, and a black t-shirt. My knees felt wobbly and my heart was beating out of my chest. It was the officer from this morning. We met at the front of his car and he leaned against it. I'm not sure how he looked more masculine in a less authoritarian outfit, but he was a sight to behold in his jeans and boots.

"What are you, how did you, huh?" I stammered in complete shock that he was standing before me.

He smirked and said, "I told you I would see you soon. I'm a man of my word. Besides, I like working on cars, and replacing the light bulb is easy. Oh, and you gave me your address via your license earlier, remember? Did you happen to already pick up a bulb, or should I run to Auto Zone?"

I stood there processing everything he was saying to me, like my brain was still moving in slow motion. He tilted his head some, and I came back to reality. "Yeah, I picked up a bulb on my way home. It's in the car."

"Good girl. I'm guessing the car is in the garage? Want to let me in?"

"What did you say?"

"I'm glad you picked up a bulb already. It means you took me seriously. Your safety is important. Would you like me to replace the bulb? If so, you'll have to open your garage."

"Of course," completely embarrassed by my inability to handle myself, "Let me step inside and open the garage door."

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I walked through the house in a complete daze. This man, sexy as fuck, remembered my address so that he could come back here after duty to surprise me and replace my taillight. I stepped into the garage and pushed the open button. As the daylight filled the garage, it was as if the garage door opening was presenting me a gift. His feet shoulder width apart, his narrow hips, thumbs hooked in the front pockets of his jeans, his black shirt against his broad chest allowed for the muscles between his collarbone and neck to show. His smile brought out those cute lines on his face and his aviators were already on the top of his head. His eyes caught mine and there was definitely a sparkle of mischievousness there.

Looking down at myself, I said, "You'll have to forgive me for looking frumpy, I wasn't expecting company. Well, other than hoping my neighbor would help me replace the burned-out lightbulb. But, he happens to be at soccer practice with his kiddo."

He walked toward me, passing by my car in the garage, and stopped a few feet away.

"I think you look comfortable. Your beauty is not in your clothes." I looked up and caught his eyes and he smiled again. "Ah, I see the bulb here on the front seat. Will you unlock it?"

"I leave it unlocked. It's safe here in the garage, right?"

"It's always safer to lock it. I prefer you always stay safe. Lock it from now on?"

"Yes, sir."

Why did I just say that? Who is this man? Why am I letting him tell me what to do? This is my house, my car, my life, and this is a man I just met this morning!

He opened the front passenger door to my car, took out the bulb and started opening the package. I was still standing by the door to the house and he scooted past me to walk around to the other side of my car. He was so close. Touchable. It was like he could read my mind. He reached out and grabbed my hand. I took a deep inhale and he laughed as he set the trash of the packaging in my hand. I smiled and was completely embarrassed. He walked around the front of my car, opened the drivers side door and popped the hood. I looked at him quizzically as he walked toward the hood to open it.

"Trust me. I know what I'm doing. I don't want to get electrocuted, so I'm disconnecting the battery first."

"I trust you."

But why? What is this control he has over me? I'm clearly thinking with my body and emotions and not logically.

I watched him detach the cables from the battery and walk around to the back of my car. He opened the back end and I could tell he was moving the carpeting in the back around to get to the light assembly. I tossed the trash in the trash can and walked down the passenger side of the car and out onto the driveway. The view was as good as I had hoped it would be. I could tell he made working out a priority. I could see the toned muscles in the back of his thighs by the way his jeans fit. And, that ass. He was bent over, nearly all of his torso curled into the back end of my car.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked jokingly.

"Umm, it's not everyday I have a man I just met bent over in the back of my car."

He straightened up, turn to look at me, and said, "Good, that seems unsafe. You should only allow people you know and trust into your home. I know you don't know me yet, but you will. And, you already told me you trust me."

He smiled at me again, and I felt my face betray my internal longing for him with the coy smile and flirtatious eyes I gave him in return. He turned back around, leaned over to continue with the bulb replacement and then reached around and smacked his own ass.

"OH!" I laughed out loud and shook my head.

Yes, it was clear. He knew I was watching and for what purpose, and he obviously didn't mind. I leaned against his car as he took another few minutes to replace the bulb and move the carpeting back over the access to the taillight assembly. He had the old bulb in his hand as he shut the back end of my car. He walked around to the front, reattached the battery, came back to me and asked me for the keys.

"I want to test the light, to make sure I did it right and that it is working." he explained.

I guess my face was obvious in its questioning of what he was doing. He took the keys from me with both hands, enveloping my hands with his and making very direct eye contact. My heart was racing and my breath was shallow.

"Thank you for trusting me.," he said so softly that I hardly heard him.

I was still lost in my overthinking mind. He smiled again, took the keys from me, and placed the burned-out bulb in my hand.

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