This is a story about a young wife being stopped for speeding by a bad cop. The same story is also published with the young wife being stopped by a good cop. I'm very interested to know which version is better received by the readers. Comments are welcome and very much appreciated. Thanks!
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My husband, Bud and I had just recently moved to from a small town in the Carolinas to a big metropolitan area in the Northeast. He'd taken a job as a creative director in an ad agency in the city and we'd bought a nice house way out in the country so we could have a place to live that was more to our liking.
It was fun and exciting to be in a new place and I'd met some new friends through his job and when he worked late, my new girlfriends and me would drive into the city and have fun together. I have to admit that a few of them were too wild for me but I didn't know all that many girls and I knew over time I'd find the perfect friends for me!
Well, when I got home from a last night from a fun evening Bud and I had a serious talk about our finances. I guess I'd been spending more money than I should have and I have to admit that going out with my new 'wild' friends was putting a strain on our already tight money situation. We both agreed I should start to look for a job to help make ends meet.
The next morning, after my husband left for work I put on a nice dress and starting looking for jobs on the internet. I was drinking my coffee and made a list of jobs to apply for. Then, I drove into the city and began my search. The third place I stopped was at a very large, upscale art gallery. The ad said 'Online Marketing Manager' and was conducting Interviews between 10 and 11. When I got there, I saw a room full of women. I spoke to the general manager's private secretary and she told me it would be awhile. This was the first time that I had seen so many other women competing for a job like this and they were all dressed well.
Well, I waited my turn and I started to think this was going to be an all day interview. In one hour he had only interviewed two women; more like girls. I'm not putting down young girls; after all I was 19 once, and the women here ranged from 18 to I think about 50. Being a very attractive woman with a very nice resume, I had a feeling I stood a chance.
Sure enough, the wait was worth it because I got the job! I stayed and filled out paperwork till very late in the afternoon and I was on cloud nine driving home, taking short cuts on lonely roads through the countryside as the sun began fading in the sky.
One of my new girlfriends that I'd gone out with the night before called and said she'd left her party purse in my car. "It's under the passenger side seat, Sweety. Is it there?" she asked.
I diverted my eyes from the road for just a second to look. Sure enough, her shiny party purse all covered in sequins was sticking out from under the seat.
She made me promise I'd get it to her tomorrow. "Don't worry, I promise." I told her.
I looked up and saw the lights flashing on the car behind me. "Shit," I said aloud. An unmarked car had snuck up behind me. "I'm getting pulled over. I gotta go," I told her.
"Di, hold on. I...." she added, trying to keep me on.
"Gotta go, girlfriend. Talk to ya later," I interrupted and threw my phone into the seat.
"Great, this is all we need. Throwing more money down the drain for nothing at all," I said to myself as I pulled onto the shoulder. In my rear view mirror I watched a very muscular, handsome man wearing sunglasses get out of the car. "I know how to handle this," I whispered and pinched the hem of my skirt between my thumbs and forefingers and pulled it up my thighs until my stocking tops were showing.
Just a hint of my panties were visible to me as he tapped on the window with his knuckles. Mmmmm, such a handsome officer. I'll be on my way home in no time, I thought as I powered the window down.
"May I see your license and registration, Ma'am?" the officer stated in a rather matter of fact tone, not seeming to pay the least bit of attention to my legs.
"Hmmph," I retorted in a whisper. I'd pulled my skirt up my thighs so far that my panties were almost showing and here he was, not even noticing. If he weren't such a big strong handsome officer I might have given him a piece of my mind. Or, at least that's what I told myself to make me feel better about the situation.
"License and registration, Ma'am," he said again. "Talking on your cellphone, weaving across the centerline and speeding are all traffic violations."
"Please call me Di," I replied as I handed him my license from back home.
While I rummaged through the glove box for my registration my good looking officer identified himself as Detective James. He informed me that my license was out of date. "This is an invalid license, Di. Is this your car?"
Adding to my problems, I couldn't find my registration and I was getting frustrated and emotional. "Well, of course it is Officer James. It's just that I must have left my registration at home. We just moved here to the city and I don't know where everything is."
I looked up to see him pull his sunglasses down his nose and give me a stern look. "Get out of the car, ma'am."
In mere seconds, my mind was spinning and I felt flush and tears started rolling down my cheeks. "I... I uhmm....I, don't know where they are officer. I really don,"
He cut me off before I could explain myself. "Ma'am, get out of the car."
Frustrated and emotional, I opened the door and swung my left leg around my seat. I didn't mean to, but with my skirt already pulled way up my legs I gave Detective James quite a nice flash of my very skimpy panties. I didn't mean to do it. I really didn't.
I was too emotional to know if he looked. But, I'm sure that he thought I was doing it on purpose. With my eyes full of tears I couldn't focus anyway and all I could think of was the trouble I was in.
"Hands against the car and spread your legs," he said next.
I thought that was more than a bit unusual. I was missing my license and registration. Big deal, I thought. And, so what if I was on my cell phone and maybe weaving a little bit and maybe going too fast. But, I wasn't about to upset him and put myself into even more of a jam, so I did as I was told.
I put my hands on the trunk lid and spread my legs wide. I was facing away from Detective James as I heard the sound of him pulling off his gloves, adding to the anticipation of what was going to be my first ever pat-down.
"Anything sharp in your clothes, ma'am. Any needles? Drugs? It'll be much easier if you tell me now," he stated as if he'd done this a hundred times.
My chest was heaving now and I was sobbing and gasping to catch more breath and I was too emotional to respond with anything rational and just blurted something out. "In this dress? Where would I hide it? In my panties?"
Immediately after I said it, I regretted it.
He tossed his gloves on the trunk beside me. "I suppose I'll just have to find out on my own, now won't I."
To be honest, I'd always enjoyed fantasizing about a big strong policeman ravishing me in a setting just like this; All alone on a country road and treating me a little bit roughly. But, not today. No, not now when all I wanted was to get home and make Bud proud of me for finding my new job.
But, I couldn't help thinking about my fantasy when both of his strong hands touched my shoulders at the same times, holding me firmly and sending an incredible warm rush through my body. I gave a feigned protest but quickly yielded to his touch as his thumbs pushed into the back of my shoulder while his fingers pressed into the front and I could feel his strength through his hands and I knew I'd best not resist.
I must've felt no heavier than a doll to him and he pulled me back towards him and then pushed me onto the lid of the trunk, my legs and hips touching the cool metal while his warm hands moved down my sides and onto my small waist.
His hands then swept under me, feeling warm as they separated my tummy from the metal and they moved up onto my ribcage and across the bottom swell of my breasts. My nipples were hard from the cold metal and his hands lingered on them, warming them and squeezing them ever so slightly, frisking them and then placing my hard little nipples between his first and middle fingers and closing them together.
"Fuck, fuck, what have I gotten myself into," I said to myself. This must be improper. This isn't right. But, what was I to do? And, why did it feel so good?
He released my nipples and moved off my breasts and onto my sides. His big fingers seemed to glide gently across each of my ribs, one by one, as if erotically dancing down my side.
I was sobbing heavier now and my head was turned to one side and my mind was spinning and in the middle of my thoughts I felt a wetness between my legs. "Oh no.. Oh no, I can't be enjoying this. This isn't right," I said to myself as his hands swept down my hips and my pussy moistened.
Detective James's hands reached the hem of my dress and then beyond it and I felt his flesh touch mine and as it did, a quiver of arousal shot through me. He spread his hands wide with his thumbs on the inside of my thighs and his fingers on the outside and pulled them down my legs, across the top of my stockings. In a quick motion he frisked down to my ankles and back above my knees, squeezing me strongly and more slowly on the upward thrust.
"Oh my," I whispered softly as he pulled his hands up past my stocking tops and under my skirt. With my legs spread so wide, my panties were pulled between my lips and I could feel the coolness of the breeze as it blew across my labia. He paused with his thumbs only an inch from my pussy and his fingers spread across my cheeks.
I knew I was being violated and I should have tried to stop him, but I didn't. I wanted him to touch me so badly that I wiggled my hips toward him, in an attempt to feel his thumb touch my pussy.
"Let's see what's under here," he said and pulled my skirt above my hips, revealing everything previously forbidden to any man except Bud. Goosebumps formed on my behind as the air blew across it.
I wanted to yell out to him. I knew I should. I should yell, "Stop". "Unhand me". But I was too scared to protest. And, I was too aroused to fight off my desires.
Before his hands returned to their previous position; thumbs between my thighs and fingers across my ass, he gave me a spank. "Thwaakk!" And, I let out a yelp more from the surprise of it than the pain. Oh my gosh! Where'd that come from? But, I didn't say a word.
