*Click*... *click*... the familiar sound of the turn signal indicated the right her car was about to take as she left the bar's parking lot. There was no on-coming traffic, safe to not only accelerate into the lane, but also grab the knob on the radio to crank up the music a little. Rachel smiled to herself, it had been a fun night out with her friends. The cute bartender finally asked her out after what seemed like months of forever flirting, and she'd had just enough to drink where she wasn't worried about driving home, but had enjoyed social evening with her friends.
Rachel's current favorite song was next on the radio, she bumped up the volume a little louder in preparation for the singing along she was about to do on the first lyrical kickoff. This was her night, it couldn't get any better. She closed her eyes for a second and tossed her head side to side in unison with the beat of the track blasting through her car speakers.
As she opened her eyes, she caught the glimpse of flashing blue and red lights behind her vehicle. Assuming it couldn't possibly be for her, she immediately slowed and pulled over to the right to let the motorcycle pass. It only took one moment, but the quick horror set in that the officer wasn't passing her car. "Oh SHIT..."
"Where the hell is my registration..." Rachel thought to her self. Her license was easily accessible as it was just checked at the bar, but it might take an hour to dig through the glove box in order to find the current registration. "Maybe I won't need it if I smile nice enough..." Rachel internally prayed while pulling her license from her purse.
Officer Larson turned off the engine and kicked it down the stand in order to steady his bike, the flashing blue and red on his cycle blinking repeatedly. It was a quiet evening on this road, but safest to keep them on. The license plate on the vehicle was in order, no outstanding parking tickets, it had not been reported stolen. The broken tail light and slight weave on the road being the only reason for pulling the car over this evening.
The officer removed his helmet and dismounted his bike, adjusted his tight fiting pants and approached the vehicle. Rachel saw officer Larson approaching in her mirror and quickly pushed up her girls, a little cleavage never hurt when Johnny Law came calling. She was just hoping that he was in fact male, or at least if female still found her attractive. She smiled her most winning smile and rolled down the window as officer Larson arrived.
"License and registration please miss". He couldn't help but notice her cleavage before anything else he saw in the car. He was trained to scan for the illicit, the usual drugs and alcohol, but he was having a very difficult time taking his eyes off her ample breasts. Luckily the words were so automatic, he didn't accidentally give himself away by stammering over them.
"Here you are officer, I don't have my registration at the moment, it's buried in the glove box." Rachel smiled and batted her eyes a him while explaining the predicament with the registration. She might also have causually leaned forward slightly making sure his eyes found her breasts which were now practically spilling out.
"Your tabs are in order, and the car isn't reported stolen so I may not need it. Proof of insurance handy, or also buried?" Larson tried to stay professional but he couldn't help himself from smiling. Rachel had some amazing eyes and he felt she was encouraging him to actively look at her breasts.
"I think it's right here in the center console." Rachel beamed a bright smile at him and noticed he was quite handsome, she thought even better than her would-bartender-boyfriend. Maybe it was just the uniform and tight pants. Men in uniform always seemed to make her accutely aware of her wetness. Good thing she rarely wore any panties.
Leaning over to her right, she opened a few drawers in the center console until she found what she was searching for, meanwhile officer Larson continued to look over her body and short skirt while pretending to study her license. "Here it is." Rachel returned upright, leaned back over again and made sure she watched his gaze as he took the insurance card from her hand. His eyes never left her tits.
"I think I can see part of her ni..." He thought to himself as he took the insurance information. "Thank you, do you know why I pulled you over tonight?"
"No sir... I thought I was obeying all the traffic laws."
"Your driver-side tail light is out, and it looked like you swerved a little bit while taking that last hill."
"I'm sorry, I had no idea about either. I was just singing with the radio."
"Have you been drinking this evening?"