Running late, I press the pedal almost to the floor. Clearly going faster than the speed limit, I cross my fingers hoping that there's no cops ahead. Wishing my car wasn't so loud and so brightly colored, I speed along the country road. After two minutes of hoping and praying, I am caught. "Shit!"
I pull over to the side, and hike my skirt up and my shirt down, hoping the office will let me off with a warning. I wait to hear the words, "License and registration please" and promptly hand over everything. You stand there outside my window. Not even batting an eye at my exposed panties and cleavage, "Miss, do you realize how fast you were going? This isn't your first offense either. Please get out of the car. I'm afraid you might be a danger to those around you."
I could see what you were doing there. There was no one around. Not for miles. This was a rarely traveled back road. I could feel my panties moisten, my nipples started to perk up. I opened the car door and almost tripped out I was so excited. You walked me to the front of my car.
"Put your hands on the hood and spread your legs. I need to pat you down" Obediently I bent over and spread my legs as I wiggled my ass, I could feel your hands starting at my shoulders. Working their way down. Cupping my breasts, mashing them together. Moving down my stomach, following the swells of my curves.
Your hands hit my hips, and slid under my skirt. Your fingers grazed my clit and a moan escaped from my lips. You moved your hands to my ass and down my legs.
"I can't tell if you're carrying anything, you're going to have to remove your clothes and resume the position so I can check again."
I agreed. I didn't want to get fined or arrested for not listening to a cop.
Stripping off my tank top. Unhooking my bra, my breasts bounce free. I slid my skirt off and stepped out of my heels. I put my hands back on the hood and waiting for my next orders. You started feeling me again. This time your fingers lingered on my nipples, tweaking them. Making me moan out.
When your fingers hit my hips, you moved on hand to the front, you dipped a finger into my pus. I let out a whimper. And you shoved your sopping wet finger in my mouth to shut me up. You pull your finger out of my mouth and push me down harder. My breasts pressed against the hood of my car. It's still hot, burning hot. I can feel the heat on my breasts and cheek.