It was hot. It was late. Everyone in the house was asleep but her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't talk herself into going to sleep. She got up. She put on that flannel shirt that only seemed to have one button that fastened near her belly button. She had it hidden in the bottom of the dresser and only put it on when she wanted to feel sexy. A boy she knew in high school had left it under her bed one day when he had to make a quick exit out of the window before her Mom caught them. She had cut off the sleeves because they were too long. It brought her mind back to a time when sex was fun, and carefree. Her husband hadn't touched her in a month because of the usual reasons, too tired or too much to drink or both.
She slipped into some flip-flops and made her way downstairs. She grabbed a diet coke out of the fridge and stepped out on to the back porch. It was cooler there. She longed to be free of this, this life that felt like a prison sometimes. She thought of taking a drive, so she grabbed the keys off the shelf, and got into the car. No matter that she only had on a flannel shirt and flip-flops she thought, it was 2 a.m., who would notice? She started the car, and backed it out of the garage and headed for the hills. She turned on the fan full blast, and aimed one vent toward her nipples and the other at her pussy. The air felt sensual against her skin, and made her aroused. As she made her way to the turn off to Poudre Canyon, she thought maybe she would have to pull over and finish herself off as the stream of air had made her very horny.
She laughed to herself at the thought of how long that would take....maybe two minutes once she touched herself?
She was lost in the mood of being aroused for so long as she made the turns up the canyon. The air from the vents felt cooler now, as she got further up the pass. In her state of mind, she failed to notice how fast she was going as she rounded a curve and saw the car. "God, I hope that is not a cop" she thought as she slowed her car down with a touch of the brakes. The car turned on its lights and pulled on to the road behind her. She knew she was had the moment the flashing lights appeared in the rear view mirror. It must have been an unmarked police car, because the flashing light was on the dash. The sense of arousal quickly turned to panic as she looked for a place to pull over. All she could see was the guardrail and the canyon wall. Suddenly she noticed the dirt road, and she pulled into it. In her haste, she thought maybe she went too far down the road before coming to a stop. She hoped the cop wasn't pissed for taking too long to stop. She reached for the glove box and cursed the fact she had taken the extra blanket out of the back seat to wash it just last week. She wondered what the cop would do when he found her with practically no clothes on and no license.
She rolled down the window as the cop approached with his flashlight.
He said, "I need to see your license and ......."
He stopped short as his brain started to realize what his eyes were seeing. She turned to face him, but all she could see was the flashlight and his crotch. He took the registration and said he would be right back.
"Was there a bulge in his pants?" she asked herself.
She thought of what she was going to say as he approached the car again.
"You'll have to step out of the car and put your hands on the hood" he said.
