I'm a divorced woman. To make ends meet I work part-time on the weekends delivering those free magazines to stores. It has been almost a year since my live-in boyfriend of 16 years and I split up. Needless to say I'm getting very horny! Today while my helper and I were delivering the magazines I rolled a stop sign, as I was pulling into the parking lot of one of our stops. The police pulled me over. My helper jumped out to take the magazines into the store.
The officer walked up to the drivers side door of my van and ordered me out. I did as I was told. He asked me why the kid ran into the store and I told him she was nervous. He said our reactions' were unusual so he was going to have to search me. He had me lean against the van so that he could search me. Now let me tell you I don't usually wear anything but jeans and T-shirts but today for some reason I had decided to dress up (skirt, nice blouse, and high heels and even took the time to wear makeup). I guess because I was so horny I wanted to feel sexy.
As he patted down my arms he asked, "why is the kid so nervous?" I told him she's just a teenager and not used to anyone getting pulled over. As he reached around to pat down my chest he took his time with my breasts. When he touched the under wire of my bra he said, "what's this a weapon?" Then he reached under my bra and caressed my nipple. My horniness must have got the better of me because I moaned. Then he ran his hands down my legs and then up the inside of my legs. Then he got to my thighs and as his hands neared my crotch my waist automatically leaned backwards toward him. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I think I have just what you need!" All I could do was moan, "Oh yes!" He then asked, "how long will the kid be in the store?"
I stammered, "uh she should have been back already."