When she saw the blue flashing lights Joanne glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard, 5.06pm. Maybe it was still early enough to get home in time to get dinner on the table, especially now they were ordering from the company Troy had suggested, the one that delivered all the ingredients for healthy meals already separated into convenient, pre-measured parts. The website had promised meals made in under 30 minutes. She hoped that was true. Her husband's shift would've been over at 5pm too. She carefully pulled her car to the side & waited for the uniform to approach her window.
Officer Howie tapped on her window which she opened. "Ma'am," he drawled, in that practiced cop-voice they all had. "License & registration please."
Even though it was closer to evening than day, Joanne saw her face reflected in the traditional aviator style sunglasses he wore. He looked every inch the cop, stocky body, wide neck, shaved white head, a greying moustache he groomed proudly. She'd always loved a man in uniform. It was powerful & masculine. She imagined herself handcuffed in a cell, & being used in every hole by cops. Perhaps even a bit of piss-play, which she liked.
"Ma'am," the officer repeated, breaking into her indecent thoughts.
She fumbled a little. "Sorry sir," as she rummaged in her purse & glove box for her ID & papers. As she opened her purse her hand brushed against the new vibrator she'd bought herself that afternoon. She'd unboxed it immediately to try it out in the bathroom before leaving the mall. A huge, purple silicone penis, that had promised, & delivered a warming, thrusting action. Her secretions had dried in the accordion-style midsection, she hadn't felt brave enough to wash it off in the public basins after she'd cum in the cubicle, what if someone she knew walked in?
Joanne had always had a very high sex drive. Her marriage included regular adventures in their swingers community, a fact that she prayed to Jesus would never come to light in the church they attended. Although, a few couples in the congregation, (mostly only around the special holidays like Easter & Christmas), were also participants.
One of Joanne's strongest orgasms had occurred in the aisle of their church, when her family & a couple of others had volunteered to set-up the white elephant items for their annual Easter fair. She'd had a husband on either end, neither of them her own, HE'D been busy screwing one of the wives in the pews.
She'd been lost in her thoughts for a moment & found herself being examined by the stern face behind the reflective shades.
"Are you even listening... Mrs Morrison?" he asked her, handing her ID back.
"I, uh, I'm so sorry, officer," she mumbled. What had he been saying to her?
"Do you think I have time to waste out here?" he asked with an edge to his tone.
"Oh, no sir, I-"
"& I'm assuming, from how fast you were driving, that you've got people waiting at home for you too?"
"Yes, I-"
"Do you think I want to spend my evening pulling over bitches who can't even pay attention to a police officer's clear instructions?" He was folding his glasses up now. Putting them in his pocket in a clearly frustrated way.
"Let me make it up to you!" Joanne blurted out.
The man stood stock-still, but his expression didn't change.
"I'd like to make it up to you." She continued, venturing a tentative hand on his forearm. She looked up at him suggestively.
"Ma'am, are you offering me a bribe?" His face was as still as granite but a muscle in his jaw flickered.
"No officer, not a bribe," she wet her lips a little, "just... an apology. Something that proves my respect for you brave boys in blue who protect us."
He was silent. Birds chirped in the fields & trees around them.
"If you'd like to turn off the dashcam, maybe I can show you what I mean" she purred. She started to unbutton her blouse, giving him a good look at the large, soft breasts her husband loved. Through the lavender lace he'd be able to see her big pink nipples.
"That would be against regulation," he whispered, his eyes glued to her chest.
"Well... maybe it's fun to break the rules." She flirted.
"It's been 'playing up' lately anyway." He smirked. "But if you want me to let you go, you'll need to make it worth it. I don't just want a blowjob."
"Sir, I'll cooperate in any way." She assured him, reaching under her skirt & pulling her panties off. She handed them to him & he pressed them to his nose, sniffing deeply, inhaling the scent she'd left on them from her day out shopping. Then, to Joanne's surprise & excitement, he put the crotch in his mouth & chewed on them, as if to get as much of her smell as possible. He opened her car door. On his finger a wedding band caught the waning sunlight.
Joanne knew a lot of cops fucked around. She reached to his belt & started to unzip his fly, no need to complicate things by fiddling with his complicated belt & firearm.
The cop wasn't wearing underwear under his uniform trousers, so she was able to pull his cock right out. It was already hard, & far redder than the rest of his skin, as if sunburned. She put her mouth over the cut tip & sucked it greedily.
