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."
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 cliché; 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.
