My husband had been away for almost 3 weeks and there was only so much that I could do with my dildo and vibrator collection. God was I horny. I knew I needed real cock soon otherwise I would explode. Perhaps he would not mind as I was in such a state then again I wouldn't need to tell him.
I had always fancied men in uniform but my dilemma was the local garrison town with fit young soldiers in abundance or police moreover traffic police as they nearly always travelled in pairs. So I off in my brand spanking new Range Rover Sport, dressed to thrill in a short leather mini skirt, clingy white shirt barely covering my ample 36E tits and a red silk thong. My tiny feet delicately placed in 4 inch black patent leather shoes.
My scenario was to see how fast my new car would go on the motorway but I would wait until I had spotted my bait. Well that didn't take long because I had only travelled 2 miles and there in the distance I could see the familiar BMW traffic car. I screamed the car down a gear and soon reached 90 then 100 and as I sped past the car 110 miles per hour.
Bingo! Caught in the trap. I slowed the car down and drove off the motorway up the slip road and into a large secluded lay-by with the law following. Making sure that my skirt was hitched to display my long legs and my breasts were plumped up to almost fall out of my top, the tall slim figure approached my car.