The warm, sweet breeze is blowing in my window and running it's fingers through my hair and caressing my face. I know I'm speeding but I can't help it. The night is just begging me to go faster, drive harder. I'm on one of the back roads in my hometown that I know so well, and there are never any cops out this way anyhow. My foot lifts briefly from the gas peddle to slow a bit into the next corner, I round the corner with ease. Laying my foot against the peddle again and pressing gently the purr of the 8 cylinders is intoxicating.
I'm flying through the hills and vales of the countryside I've grown up with, my head pressed back into the head rest, my breathing deep and relaxed. The tension from the day slowly melting with the miles I place between myself and the real world.
Red and blue lights flash in my rearview mirror. "What, how....?" I think to myself slightly panicked. I know I was well over the legal 55MPH. I slow and pull to the shoulder, the trees here thick enough that they block out the moon, so the only light is coming from both of the cars pulled to the shoulder on this back country rural road.
I reach for my license and registration and insurance papers. As I lean back up I watch the large shadow of a man approach my door. My window is already lowered so I've no need to roll it down as the officer walks up to my car. He shines his flash light into the front seat of my car and the back, though there are no seats back there. "License, proof of insurance and registration please, miss. " His deep gravelly voice asks. I hand the cards I've already grabbed from my wallet to him. His hands are large like the rest of him, I notice he must be well over 6'0 and very muscular and broad. He walks back to his patrol car with my info and I wait patiently for his return, singing to myself lightly.
After about 5 minutes I lay my head back against the headrest a lovely little fantasy playing out in my mind of how this huge officer could over power me and make me his. I hear a throat clear and startle a bit. I open my eyes and the officer is standing there, looking down at me, my legs have parted slightly and my finger tips were trailing back and forth on my thigh. I blush as I realize if he'd stayed quiet he very well could have gotten quite the show.
He hands me back my info and leans in just a bit to begin talking to me when his radio crackles to life. The mumbling unintelligible to me but he tells me in a rushed tone to have a great evening and jumps into his cruiser and tears off. I sit there dumbfounded for a few moments, before the fantasy I'd been enjoying begins to wiggle back into my mind.
I lay my seat back slightly and part my legs more, the skirt I'm wearing granting the easy access I need. I begin to indulge in my fantasy and run my fingertips along my thighs again, teasing myself by coming close to my moist, warm panties then backing away. I toy with myself awhile and then as my fantasy intensifies I begin to really go at myself, rubbing my now swollen clit and pounding two fingers into my dripping hole.
