I had just gotten off work and wanted to get home and relax. I had been speeding. But there are never cops out here. It's the middle of now where. By the time I saw the cop coming in the other direction I knew it was too late. As soon as we passed each other he quickly did a u-turn and turned on his lights.
I immediately pulled over and started looking for my license, registration and insurance. Of course I unbuttoned an extra button on my blouse first to make sure I had plenty of cleavage visible. I found my license and registration, but, I was still leaning over towards the glove box looking for the insurance as the officer tapped on my window.
I turned to see a very attractive officer, probably between 40 and 45 years old with blue eyes. He had light brown hair with some grey around the temples. Even though he was leaning down to my window I could still tell he was tall, easily over 6 feet. I couldn't help but notice the muscles in his arms. "Do you know how fast you were going ma'am," he said, looking me right in the eyes.
"I am so sorry officer, I didn't realize I was speeding. I just got off work and was on my way home,'' I said, trying to sound sincerely apologetic. Normally I could get out of a ticket. I have DDD breasts, blonde hair and blue eyes. Cops don't give women that look like that tickets too often.
"Well you should pay more attention, you were going 18 miles over the limit." He said sternly. "License, registration and insurance please."
I handed him my license and registration. "I can't seem to find my insurance," I told him. "I must not have put the new card in my car last time I renewed it." He didn't look happy.
"I'll be right back," he said and turned to go back to his car. I did notice him look down at my chest briefly first.
He went back to his patrol car and got in. I could see in my rear view mirror that there was another cop with him. They looked like they were talking to each other and then the other officer got out and started walking towards my car.
This officer looked much younger, I figured he was probably in training. He looked like he was 20 or 21. Dark blonde hair and brown eyes. Cute, but a little skinnier than I prefer.
"Hello ma'am," he stammered. He started looking me in the eyes, but his gaze quickly went down. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to write you a couple of tickets." He didn't really have that authoritative voice that police officers have. Maybe because he was so new. But with that, and the way he was staring at my tits I decided I might have a shot at getting out of this.
"Are you sure? I promise it won't happen again. Could we make some other kind of arrangement instead?" I asked cocking my head to the side a little and giving him a smile.
He seemed confused and nervous. "Um, I'm not sure I know what you mean..."
"Would you like my phone number instead?" I asked, lightly running my hand over the tops of my breasts. "Maybe we could get together and you could cum on these tits that you have been staring at?" I was making him blush.
"I don't think my partner would approve of that," he said, but with some uncertainty in his voice. "He said I need to write you these tickets."
"He won't have to know," I said.
At that second I heard the car door slam and the other officer started walking up again. "Actually, they have microphones on us. He just heard everything," he said quickly before the other officer got there.
"Ma'am, get out of the car please," he ordered.
"Look, I'm really sorry. Just give me the tickets and that will be it," I pleaded.
"Get out of the car," he repeated more forcefully.
I did as he said. "Now turn around and put your hands behind your back," he said as he grabbed one of my wrists and spun me around. I felt the cuffs go on as soon as he had me turned around.
He looked at the young officer. "Now we call the chief and see what he wants to do. We could bring her in." He actually sounded amused by the whole situation now. I could hear him make a call on his cell phone. "Sorry to call you chief, but we have a situation and wanted to find out how you wanted to handle it. We pulled over a woman for speeding, 18 over, and she didn't have her insurance with her. I sent the rookie to write her the tickets, but she offered to let him cum on her boobs instead," he said with a little chuckle. I was still facing my car, but I was willing to bet from the sound of his voice he was smiling now. There was a short pause in the conversation. "She's pretty. Blonde. Huge breasts, I'm guessing at least double D's-"
I interrupted him without even thinking about it, "triple D's."
Now he started outright laughing. "Sorry chief, she corrected me, triple D's." There was another pause. Then the officer gave him the location. "OK, we will handle it until you get here."
Handle it until he gets here? Either they are taking me to the station or giving me the tickets and sending me home. Why would the chief of police need to come down? And what was with giving him a description of me?