"Do you fancy a drink?" asked Ann, as they drove along the empty road. Ann and Paul had been travelling for miles along the dead straight road, and Ann knew that Paul would lose concentration unless she kept him alert.
"OK" said Paul, and reached out for the bottle.
"Uh Oh!" he said before he could take the drink from Ann's outstretched hand "Here's trouble!"
"What is it?" asked Ann, inquisitively.
"Trouble?" replied Paul mischievously, "it's a set of circumstances which are threatening or otherwise undesirable, but that's not important right now!"
Ann poked him in the ribs, and in truth she loved his sense of fun, but the smile was wiped from her lips when she heard the low wail of an approaching siren in the distance, and looked in the rear view mirror and saw the blue flashing light.
"Shit!" she said "What does he want?"
"God knows" said Paul "let's just be cool, and we'll be on our way in no time"
Ann and Paul were driving across country on holiday and were about half way on their journey. They were both a little fatigued, and wanted to get to their next stop, a motel about fifty miles ahead. As it was they were in the middle of nowhere, with no cars to be seen, and nothing either side of the highway other than open bush and scrub. They had not been speeding, and so they had no idea why the lone policemotorcyclist had pulled them over. But they pulled over to the side of the road, and wound down the window as the office parked his bike, and walked towards their utility vehicle.
"Howdy folks!" said the policeman, with mock joviality "Can I see some ID?" They looked at each other and Ann passed some documents through the window of the vehicle.
"You folks been to Spring Vale?" he asked.
"No" said Paul, truthfully. "We are on vacation and are passing through on our way to Edmont"
"Had a report that a vehicle like this was stolen this morning from Spring Vale" said the officer, who was peering into the vehicle and looking round.
"I have the documents somewhere" said Ann, and she began searching in her handbag. But in truth she knew that she didn't have them, they were in a drawer in the kitchen at home.
"I hope so Ma'am" said the policeman looking at her through his mirrored sunglasses.
"As you two kind of match the description of the thieves"
Ann began to panic a little as she looked through the cluttered handbag. What could they do? What had seemed so innocent now seemed much more serious. Just then, the policeman's radio crackled into life. He turned away from the window of the 4x4 and spoke into the handset. The radio crackled back and Paul and Ann exchanged anxious glances. Paul took her hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly.
She smiled, weakly, but inside her stomach was churning. She hated the idea that she couldn't prove the vehicle was theirs, and she was apprehensive that this would spoil their travel plans and Paul would blame her.
The policeman came back to the window and appeared agitated.
"Look, I'm sorry about this but I need to ask you some more questions, and now I've got to get to Smith City to attend an incident. Will you follow me there?
"Yes!" said Ann
"No!" said Paul. "We have done nothing wrong. Smith City is half an hour away."
"OK, Mister!", said the policeman, "you can stay here until I get back. Get in the back"
"What?" asked Ann, incredulously, "in the back?"
"Sorry about this but I have reason to believe this vehicle has been stolen, and until you prove it to the contrary, I will detain you on suspicion of having stolen this vehicle in Spring Vale this morning."
The policeoffice gestured for the couple to step out of the front of the 4x4 and walk round to the back. The back had been tidied out before they set off and now contained some luggage and some picnic stuff. Get in there, he said, removing the key from the ignition and locking the front doors.
"No way!" replied Ann, annoyed at the presumption of guilt. With that, the policeman grasped her hands, swung them behind her back and applied his handcuffs to her wrists. He carefully locked her manacled wrists to a hook on the floor of the back of the 4x4. The hook was for a cargo net which could be used to secure loads in the back of the vehicle, but now it was securing human cargo. Before she could say anything, Ann was chained to the front of the cargo space and Paul was similarly chained to the rear of the interior space.
"I've left the engine running so the air con will keep you nice and cool and I'll be back just as soon as I can"
Ann detected the faint suggestion of a smile playing over the policeman's lips as he turned towards the motorbike and headed off leaving a dusty cloud as he rushed towards Smith City.
"Bastard!" she said.
"Who me?" asked Paul with a smile, holding up his wrists, only one of which still bore the handcuffs around them.
"Paul! How did you do that?" asked Ann with a smile.
"He was in such a rush, he only locked one wrist, and the cargo hook was loose, so I just pulled it out." replied Paul, holding up the offending hook for Ann to see.
"Shall we split?" asked Ann, conspiratorially.
"No. He'll come back. Besides, you are still locked up."
"What shall we do?" asked Ann
"Well...." said Paul, walking on all fours towards her, "we could use the time……"
With that Paul began to kiss Ann's legs, softly and gently. She was wearing denim shorts, and the feel of his soft lips against her skin made her tremble.
"Stop it!" she barked "Someone will see us!"
But of course there was no one on the empty road, except the flies buzzing in the noonday heat. Paul gently kissed each shin in turn, while unlacing her trainers and removing each one as if it were Cinderella's golden slipper. Now his kiss turned to her knees, and Ann protested feebly as she felt the thrill of his kiss moving up her legs. The handcuffs were tight and slightly uncomfortable, and instinctively she wanted to reach out and touch Paul's head as his mop of dark hair moved up her body. But she was powerless to stop him!
"Please stop!" she murmured, but her breathless tone spoke otherwise. She was tied up and being worshipped by Paul, who was even now kissing the backs of her knees, and gently running his tongue up the insides of her thighs. Ann stiffened as his hot tongue ran up her leg, and she closed her eyes and surrendered to the thought of what was about to happen. Paul's tongue had kissed every inch of her legs and was now tracing the line of her shorts, flicking underneath the denim and leaving a wet trail in her thigh.
Ann wanted to reach out and grab his head, but she could hardly move her wrists at all. His fingers were now undoing the button to the fly of her shorts, and one by one, they popped open, until all were undone. Paul moved up to a position where he could kiss her navel, and gently traced his tongue around her navel, before jabbing it into the navel, hot and wet and rough.
Ann sighed a deep sigh, and Paul motioned for her to lift her hips up, which she did, and he casually slipped her jean shorts down over her hips, exposing her pink panties. She watched as he began to lower his head, kissing her skin with dozens of soft kisses, moving lower to the top of her panties. Now he darted his tongue under the elastic at the top of her panties, and then the edge at the top of each leg in turn. Ann was tensing with each flick of his tongue, as the slow excitement welled up inside her. Slowly he dragged one side of her panties down an inch or two, and repeated his tonguing, his kissing on the bare flesh. Then he switched to the other side and repeated the torture, dragging down the pink knickers a little, and covering the exposed flesh with soft gentle wet kisses.
Now he dragged the line of her panties down to expose her pussy, which he ignored for the time being. Instead, he buried his tongue in the skin where the inside of her thigh met her groin, and licked the skin, slowly and deliberately. Ann wanted to feel the hot tongue on her clit, but he wouldn't give her that pleasure, instead he moved on to her pubic hair, neatly trimmed as always, and kissed the mound above her pussy reverentially, as if worshipping her body, before moving his tongue to the very top of the other thigh.
Ann flinched with excitement at the erotic act being performed and the sense of powerlessness that she felt, chained up and being molested with no way of stopping the man. Not that she wanted to, as finally his attention turned to her pussy. He began by kissing her outer lips as gently as he ever kissed anything or anybody, so that she could just feel his touch. Then he blew on her pussy lips. His breath felt cold and he teased her for a moment before he planted his lips on either side of the hood around her clitoris, and kissed her more firmly now. Finally, at long last, he inserted his hot tongue inside her and flicked her clitoris with his tongue in a slow rasping rhythm.
Ann gasped with pleasure, and felt herself becoming wet with anticipation, as the kissing and tonguing moved a little lower, and he traced his tongue along the length of her pussy, slowly and lovingly. She arched her back at this, so he could see her better, and her dragged her panties and shorts down her legs, over her knees and off her feet, so that he could have full access to her body. He rolled them up and positioned them under her bottom, so she was more comfortable, and returned to work on her body.
He began by running his finger along her lips and gathering the wetness and tracing his finger up to her clitoris, which he circled gently with his wet finger. Then he knelt closer and kissed her clitoris softly, before sucking on it, taking it between his lips. Ann murmured and let out a "Mmm!" of pleasure encouraging him to taste her, and lick her. At this she felt a finger gently slide down her lips and glide inside her, while a tongue licked rhythmically at her clit. Her nipples longed to be caressed, but Paul was preoccupied with licking her, tasting her, and was even now exposing her clit with one hand, while a finger from the other hand slid effortlessly in and out of her, and his tongue rasped across her clit teasing it , licking it, sucking it, and pleasuring it.
