It was supposed to be a simple plan.
I would drive to my husband's office and surprise him with some champagne and sex. He was working late again, trying to get his project done in time to earn a bonus that we could use for a vacation this summer. Unfortunately with all the extra work he was doing there was very little time for the two of us. Between our two hectic work schedules, we hardly had any time for the sexy kind of fun we had when we were first married. Back then there was nothing we didn't try; role-playing, strip clubs, anal sex, threesomes, (both MFM and FMF), S&M, voyeurism, if you can imagine it we tried it. One of the things that Rich liked most was to show me off. He loved it when I would wear low cut blouses or a short skirt without any panties. The only thing he liked more was when I would actually flash someone.
So the plan was simple. When Rich called and said he was going to have to work late again I decided that I would sneak over to his office, after everyone had gone, with a bottle of champagne and surprise him by wearing nothing but a set of high heels and a smile. So I showered and did my hair and make-up the way I knew he would like, put on a sexy pair of fuck-me pumps and a trench coat, grabbed the champagne and started the drive to Rich's office.
We live pretty far out in the country and part of the drive goes over a seldom-used road that everyone speeds down, including me. On this particular night there was a State Trooper just waiting for someone to go tearing past. I had no idea I was in trouble until I saw the flashers in my rearview mirror.
I pulled over to the side of the road with my pulse pounding. I have always had a thing for men in uniform and considering what I was wearing I admit to becoming slightly aroused. I watched in the rearview mirror as the tall, broad shouldered man uncoiled himself from the cruiser. I recognized him immediately. Officer Mark Riggins was the talk of our little town. A know ladies man his reputation as a lover had spread through the towns gossipmongers like wildfire. It was reputed that he had slept with most of the single women and more than a few of the married ones in our little community. Sex appeal just rolled off the man. I had used him as a staring character in some of my own fantasies in the past.
He strode up to the window and aimed his flashlight down on me. I realized too late that he would have a perfect view down the front of my coat from that angle. It occurred to me that it wouldn't be hard for him to discover that I was nude under the jacket. The thought that this strange man could see me naked made my nipples harden.
"You seem to be in quite a rush this evening, miss", he said.
"I'm, uh, late for an appointment." I stammered out. His flashlight hadn't moved and I knew that he was trying to check out my tits. Since I was sitting at almost eye level with his crotch I could also see growing evidence that he was enjoying the view. The thought that he liked my body sent little electrical shocks down my spine.
"I don't suppose you had a drink or two before you left? You seemed to be weaving quite a bit back there." He said glancing over at the champagne bottle in the passenger seat.
I tried to explain to him that I hadn't had anything to drink, that the bottle was for later, but he muttered something about everyone saying that and asked me to step out of the car.
