Autumn often seems to bring the sort of days that simply call to your soul - urging you to get outside to enjoy the wind in your hair and the warmth of the sun on your face. Saturday was certainly a day which instilled that spirit. And that was how I came to be driving north on highway 101 along the coast, with the top down and the radio playing. I had wanted/needed to get out of the house for a little while and have some time for myself. My husband Jamie and I had been having some hard times - the usual story, always more bills to pay than there was money in the bank account. As usual, Jamie was at work. But at least by going for a drive, I wasn't racking up any more bills.
Jamie is a great guy, but neither his job as a retail manager nor mine as a travel agent were ever going to make us rich. I guess it's true what they say - marry for love the first time. I was really hoping that there would only be the one time and goodness knows I did love that man of mine. At 34, he was still the hunky hottie that I had married ten years previously. He had sun-streaked blond hair and hazel eyes that would light up with his smile. Jamie was always very fit and still worked out at the gym nearly every day. Seeing him in his tight gym shorts was always guaranteed to bring a sweet rush of warm lust straight to my pussy. He was an average height, so you'd never suspect that he was hiding a thick, juicy 9-inch cock in his pants. We had a fantastic sex life - no complaints there! He loved my 36 inch DD breasts, and always complimented me on my tight pussy. Judging by the frequency with which he decorated both my pussy and my tits with his cum, I'd say he was kept a happy man.
Whew! Just thinking about that is getting me distracted from telling you about my drive up the coast! Now, I think it's pretty obvious that I am in love with my husband, but the money situation was beginning to put a stress on our marriage. Maybe that is what I tell myself to justify what happened on that drive...
I'd been driving for about an hour, listening to the radio, and just letting the stress roll away with the miles. I hadn't seen another car in a long while, so it was like the highway was put there just for me. Radar Love was playing on the radio (I know, such a clichΓ©) and I wasn't saying no to the urge to go a little faster. That's when the lights went off in my rear view window. Yeah, nice bright red and blue lights fucking up my beautiful highway vista. I pulled to the side of the road, and put the car into Park. The only thoughts going through my head were that I couldn't afford the damn speeding ticket and that my husband Jamie was going to be so angry with me for not paying attention and getting a ticket. The officer approached the driver's side of the car and tapped on the window. I rolled down the window and smiled, hoping to play it cool- and maybe a little bit dumb by saying, "Oh, was I speeding, Sir?"
As the officer bent down, he started with the usual "License and registration, Ma'am." I have to admit, I was sort of speechless - he was the most beautiful African-American man I had ever seen. Strong jaw, carved cheekbones, lush lips, his appeal was made even more compelling by the glass-green eyes that met mine. I think I must have stared at him for a full ten seconds and couldn't utter a single word. He was seriously hot - he must have been over 6 ft, judging by how low he bent over to speak to me through the window, and the muscles on his arms were bulging and his forearms were all vein-y, like he'd just come from working out at the gym. His eyes left mine and dropped down to my breasts. He slowly raised them again and a slow smile spread across his face. Again, he asked me for my license and registration. I realized that I, too, had been staring at him and I stammered something inane and leaned across the seat to retrieve my information from the glove box. I gave him my license and other cards but he didn't go back to the police car. He read my name and address off the license and then slowly looked back over at me, and looked me over from top to bottom.
"Well, Vivienne, I hate to tell you this, but you were speeding. I clocked you at 65 mph in a 45 mph zone." He handed my cards back to me and leaned over the window, resting his forearms on the side of the car. "What are we gonna do about that?" he asked.
"Oh please, I didn't mean to speed. I guess I just wasn't paying attention to the change in the speed limit." As I said it, I cringed inside - it sounded so stupid and lame. Who does mean to speed and why should he believe me, or care, or not give me a ticket? I had a sinking feeling that my "free" driving excursion that day was about to cost me dearly. The officer - Officer Jones - straightened up from the window of the car. "Why don't you step out of the car, please?"
I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car, regretting that I'd only worn a skimpy mini skirt. I tugged at the short hem in vain, and rather than covering my legs the action served to do nothing more than draw his attention to my bare legs. His gaze told me that he was appreciative of the smooth tan skin, but I was still very nervous. I was sure he could tell that I hadn't worn panties either. Officer Jones was indeed a tall man; he towered over my 5 ft 5 in frame and must have been well over 6 ft tall. He stepped closer to me and I could smell his cologne and feel the heat off of his body. Like I said, he was a very attractive man; I could feel my nipples harden followed by the sweet rush of blood to my pussy telling me that my body also recognized that he found me as interesting as I was finding him.
"Look," I said, "I really can't afford a ticket. I'm sorry I was speeding - can you just let me off with a warning or something?" Officer Jones let a slow smile spread across his face. "I think we can work the 'or something' out," he said. "What are you doing up here today? It's at least an hour or more away from home. Are you off on a girls' weekend or something?"
"I just needed to get out of the house and relieve some stress and tension. I love the drive up here along the coast, and it's always so quiet and peaceful," I said.
"Where's your husband?" he asked, picking up my left hand and examining my wedding rings. "He's a fool to let a woman like you out of his sight. And I know a sure way to get rid of that stress and tension for you."
The closeness, the compliments, the heat of his body... I just stared into his eyes with my mouth a little open.
"Mmmm... look at those luscious lips. You know, I do believe that those lips are begging to have something hot and hard between them," he said as he leaned down to press a quick kiss on my surprised mouth. His words may as well have been a match, because just like that I could feel my pussy getting hotter and quite wet. My heart began to pound at the thought of having this black man's cock slide into my mouth - or eventually elsewhere! I'd never been with a black man before, but it was one of my favorite fantasies during sex with my husband. Jamie was very turned on by the idea of me fucking a black man with a huge cock and loved to whisper such fantasies in my ear as he fucked me himself.