I am on my way home with my new purchases from Victoria's Secret. I bought some new undies and a few other neat things as a surprise for you, and am feeling kinda sexy as a result. I want to get comfortable for the drive so I slip my panties off and pull them down around my ankles. My top is light and airy so one button has to stay done up or with the windows open my wonderfully round breasts will be exposed. 'OH no!' I think to myself, 'we can't have that now can we?! Yeah, right!' I mean, it is late, hardly any traffic, free access, so 'pop' goes the button. MMM, breeze feels so good on my breasts - shoulda done this long ago! With my free hand, I pull up my already too short skirt (shame, shame wearing something that short in public - hee hee) and start stroking my pussy. God that feels so good. I need to get my panties off but they get hooked on the heels of my shoes. While reaching down to unhook them I swerve a little and not five minutes later, I see blue flashing lights in my rearview mirror. Oh shit. I try to button up, reach my panties and pull my skirt down at the same time. It must've looked suspicious to the cop standing there because he doesn't ask for license and registration, he just asks me to step out of the vehicle. I hastily manage to button one button of my top, get the panties off and hung up on the gas pedal and my skirt somewhat straight.
The officer takes one look at me, smirks and says, "A lot of activity going on in there after I stopped ya. What were you doing? Trying to hide something?"
"No, sir!" I reply.
"I can write you up for several violations, but you look like a girl that appreciates second chances. Play along and no questions asked - we'll deal this one out as 'driving while talking on the cell phone' and not 'my' word that you were drunk and hiding drug paraphernalia."
"Oh, okay", I say, my interest peaked.
So, he gets on the walkie and calls for backup. Backup happens to be a hot woman cop and a rookie out on his first night. By the time they get here, I have assumed 'the position', facing my car, hands spread on the roof, feet spread. Obviously this was planned.
"Frisk the suspect! We think she has drug paraphernalia on her person!"
"But, how can she, she doesn't have enough on to hide anything?"
"Just Do IT!"
So the rookie comes over and starts to pat me down from behind. He slides his hands down across my hard nipples before he realizes my shirt is completely undone. He seems flustered, but leaves his hands there, rubbing gently.
"Come on! Is that what they taught you at the Academy? Move aside - I'll show you how this is done!" This comes from the woman cop. She has been waiting for this.
