"Hands against the wall!"
"Why? I didn't do anything."
Rather than answer, I grab your right wrist with my right hand and pull your arm towards me and to the right. The sudden motion throws you off balance and before you realize it you are spinning around facing the wall. Your right palm pressed against the wall. It is cool to the touch. You feel me grab your left hand and pin that one to the wall.
You feel my knee spreading your legs a little beyond shoulders width apart and move your feet closer to me so that it becomes necessary for you to support yourself with your arms to keep from falling forward. This causes your blouse to fall away from your body a little. You can feel the cooler air on your stomach and breast. The cooler air causes your nipples to harden just a little.
It’s a pleasant summer day, so you are wearing a light blouse with a medium length skirt. You were just going to run out to take care of a quick errand and hadn't even planned on getting out of your car so you didn't even bother to put a bra on.
The motion of using my knee to spread your legs creates a subtle sway in your breast. You can feel tips of your nipples brush against the soft fabric of your blouse. A shiver of pleasure runs through you, causing goose bumps to appear all over your body, making your skin that much more sensitive. So that when you feel my hot breath against your ear, another shiver of pleasure runs through you and you can feel yourself starting to become wet.
I whisper into your ear "Are you going to continue to be difficult, or am I going to have to cuff you?"
"But officer, I didn't do anything!"
"You were doing 35 in a 30."
"But that is just 5 miles an hour over the speed limit! Hell, I shouldn’t even have to get out of my car for this!" You start to try and turn towards me, but find that you are unable to move your hands and feel me slide my leg further between yours to keep you pinned where you are.
"Why are you being so difficult, you trying to hide something?"
"No!"
"I don't believe you, I'm going to have to search you. I know your type, looking all sweet, sexy and innocent when in reality you are smuggling contraband. "
"Contraband?"
"Yeah, now keep your hands against the wall and legs spread!"
I let go of your wrist and the tips of my fingers graze your arms as I do so. The sensation borders on being ticklish, but you feel yourself getting wetter.
I start at your ankles now. You can feel my hands moving them up your legs, it feels more like massage than a search. They are now halfway up your thighs and you can feel the hem of your skirt starting to lift. Your body starts to tingle in anticipation, wondering just how far I'm going to going. One inches, two inches, three inches my hands are now almost all the way up your thighs.
As my hands move higher and higher, you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You feel a bit of your wetness escape and start to run down your leg. You start to become worried that I might notice and start to shift a little and hope your moisture loses its momentum before it hits my hand.
"Be still!" And to emphasize my point, you feel my hands squeeze your thighs. This causes more moisture to escape giving the first drip of moisture just enough additional momentum to connect with my hand.
"Ah ha! Just want I thought! Contraband!"
I remove my hands from your thighs and let your skirt fall back down. The rustle of your skirt creates a gentle flow of air that caresses you. You are not wearing any underwear so the cool air touches your moistness and generates another tingle of pleasure.
"Turn around."
You turn around and you can see wetness glistening in the sunlight contrasting nicely with the darkness of my skin.
"This is what I am talking about! Contraband!"
To verify the potency I lift my finger to my nose and inhale deeply. My eyes close and my body shudders as I take in the aroma of your wetness. You can see me starting to get hard as I stand there with my eyes closed savoring your scent. You know that you are caught because you have great stuff. Knowing that you are caught, you feel a shiver of pleasure run through you in anticipation of the punishment for getting caught with contraband.
I open my eyes, give you a wide smile and say "Looks like I'm going to have to gather more evidence." I take a step to you, which causes you to take a step back into the wall. It is cool and hard against your back. I continue to move towards you. Pressing my weight against you. Your breast crushed against my chest, the bulge of my excitement pressing against you just below your stomach.
I hold your head in my hands and bring my mouth to yours. My large lips feel soft against your smaller thinner ones. You feel the tip of my tongue caress your lips. Your mouth opens slightly to let me in. Our tongues touch and slowly start to dance with each other. You can feel my hardness growing even more against your stomach. You can feel your own moistness increasing as my tongue penetrates deeper into your mouth and the tingle of pleasure running through your rock hard nipples pressed firmly against my chest.
I take your hands in mine, interlocking our fingers and squeeze passionately. Our tongues are dancing their little dance, no longer just teasing. I raise your hands above your head and hold both wrists easily in one of my hands. I break the kiss and pull my head back to look deeply into your eyes. The passion in your eyes turns me on. I move in and kiss you deeply again. Then say with a smile, "Time to gather more evidence."
You can feel yourself tingling with anticipation. You spread your legs a little further to give me better access. My free hand moves down to your leg while still keeping your arms pinned above your head with the other.
You can feel my hand on the inside of your thigh now, slowly lifting up your skirt. I stop when I encounter some more of your escaped moistness. I use it to lubricate the tips of my fingers and start moving them in a circular motion as I make my way further up your thigh.
I'm close enough now to where even with your legs spread I can touch of both you legs at once. Starting from your inner thighs, I run my ring and pointer fingers along the line that would normally be highlighted by your panties. My middle finger grazes ever so lightly against your slightly parted lips. It comes away wet.