This night hadn't turned out at all the way Candace had been expecting. She raced down the 405 Freeway headed southbound coming from the San Fernando Valley back towards her own place in Hawthorne, California. Candace was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she was suddenly startled to find blue and red lights flashing in her rearview mirror. "Shit!" she exclaimed as she pulled over to get off of the freeway now that she was coming upon the Florence/Manchester Exit in Inglewood.
When she'd pulled over to the curb in front of a gas station, she waited with some trepidation as some asshole looking White guy in a cop uniform came walking over towards her. Well, really, she couldn't see his face, but the way he was swaggering over told his whole story already. "Good evening ma'am. Do you know why I pulled you over?"
Candace shook her head numbly, knowing full well all the time why this policeman had stopped her. However, she simply looked straight ahead out of her windshield the whole time, purposefully silent. In turn, from her periphery she could only slightly see, but more so feel, how he eyed her skeptically.
Eventually, he proceeded to tell her, "You were speeding. You were going seventy-eight in a max sixty-five mile per hour zone." Again, Candace said nothing in reply. "License, registration and insurance," he then demanded in the midst of her extended silence.
As Candace carefully reached over to her glove compartment with slightly shaky hands, she realized that the adrenaline was rushing through her body and that combined with the officer's watchful eyes upon her, it was all making her feel extremely anxious. She finally managed to retrieve her current registration and insurance documentation print-out from her glove box before she slowly reached into her purse to get her driver's license too. She tried her best to make sure that he could see she was only reaching in for her license just in case he was a trigger-happy cop.
With all the stories in the news recently about overzealous cops that had mistakenly shot people, and usually White cops that had shot non-White victims, Candace's brown skin had long made her a believer in exercising due caution. Maybe it was a bit of that same paranoia now that made her tremble as she started to hand him over her documents. Then again, while Candace had never paid much attention to White men in general, when she finally looked up into the cop's face, his denim-colored eyes, straight aquiline nose and slightly full lips, nearly made her do a double take.
The man was hot! He leaned into her car slightly as she gave him her papers. Her hand brushed his in an accidental, gentle graze, but the result of the quick skin-to-skin contact was electrifying.
~***~
Officer Tim Roberts had been a CHP Officer for the last five years. He'd gone into the force right after graduating from high school, and in the last year since he'd been patrolling the Culver City to Inglewood portions of the 405 Freeway, he'd made plenty of routine stops. Yet this one was completely different because the young Black woman he'd just pulled over for speeding was beautiful!
He'd never particularly given a damn about a woman's skin color as long as he shared a mutual attraction with her, but so far, he'd only ever slept with White and Latina women. So this woman's caramel colored skin, along with her mostly honey-toned hazel eyes that were speckled with green, along with her long flowing sisterlocks that went to the middle of her back, was already doing something to him. Then there were her lush breasts that he was trying his best not to stare at directly, and he was willing to bet that she had flawless curves elsewhere too. He was already aware of the seductive pull this woman was stirring within him, and that was before they'd locked eyes.
Then, as he leaned inside her driver's side window a bit to get her papers, at the same time that she inadvertently touched him, he also caught a whiff of something delicious that could only mean one thing. It turned out that the steady flow of her car's air conditioning was actually circulating the strong smell of her spicy arousal from underneath her skirt that came to about her mid-thighs as she was seated. The instant effect on Tim was his own arousal. As his erection started, it was almost like he was a teenager again, and he simply couldn't control it. As his cock lengthened and hardened, he looked directly into her eyes.
~***~
At about the same time that the cop's eyes seemed to glaze over, Candace caught the pungent, sweet twang wafting up from her own pussy. Shit! No wonder he was looking at her like that right now. She tried to feign that she hadn't noticed.
"So where are you coming from anyway Miss..." he quickly looked down at her driver's license, "Miss Candace Hill?"
Candace realized that as a cop he had no right to ask her a question like that. However, the man in him was simply being nosy and fishing for information about possible male competition accordingly. Yet even knowing all of that, she still felt compelled to answer. "Sylmar."
"Oh? Coming back from seeing your boyfriend?"
Yup. He was definitely fishing, but whether it was because she'd always been programmed to respect authority and he was the one with the badge here, or there was simply some other unknown reason, she continued to comply and answer him. "He's... he's not exactly my man. It's kinda complicated," she answered honestly.
"I see," he answered and then pulled back from her window a little before he looked all around, almost as if he was making sure that they weren't being watched. "Drive over there, then make a right and drive all the way down to the end of the street," the cop told her, pointing to a darkened side street. On the one hand, Candace's initial gut reaction was to tell this guy hell no, and to just give her the damn speeding ticket so she could continue on her way home.
