What was I thinking? I was traveling on a cross country train trip for Christmas break from college. In the smaller towns, our train often blocked traffic downtown while stopped at the station. It was a long trip, and I was bored in my small private compartment.
At a stop in a small town, we were blocking a few cars. I looked out at the truck waiting in front. An older man in the driver's seat looked as bored as me. Just as our train slowly started, I lifted my shirt and pressed my boobs to the glass window, and he looked back in surprise.
I laughed as we sped away. My boredom was relieved, and I felt safe as we gained speed and zipped away. I laughed to myself, thinking, "At least I gave that old dude a thrill."
A half hour later, my train came to a halt. I thought, "Damn, rail construction or passing freight cars are delaying us."
But I was wrong.
The conductor announced, "We apologize for this unscheduled stop, but local police need to board the train." Little did I suspect that they were there for me.
The conductor and a deputy and someone else walked down the aisle looking into each compartment. At the door of my roomette, I recognized the old man I had flashed. "That's her," he said. The conductor told me that I must exit the train with the officer. "Bring your things with you," he said.
The policeman said, "I think you know why I must arrest you." I did, but he added, "Indecent exposure."
Damn! My joke backfired. I must have flashed a prude who went to the trouble to stop a cross country train just to make a point. I was worried.
The old man got into his truck and followed the squad car with me in the back. The officer asked me where I was from and if I had done things like that before. He told me, "Intentionally exposing yourself is a class two offense in our county, and there are penalties."
I felt doomed and regretted my rash decision.
At the jail, the officer had me sit on a bench while he made a phone call. "Judge, it's after working hours, but I have a public indecency offender. Can you come to the jailhouse?"
The judge arrived, and we all entered a small courtroom. The judge quickly threw a black gown over his clothes and took his seat at an elevated podium. I was told to sit in the witness chair. The officer then told the judge the nature of my offence, "Your honor, at about 7:00 p.m. this defendant was on the train stopped in town. Amos here was in his truck at the crossing. As the train pulled away, the defendant lifted her top and pressed her breasts to the window of the train, thereby showing herself to any onlooker in our town."
The judge looked at me, "Is that true?"
I admitted, "Yes, your honor, it is, and I am ashamed."
The policemen continued, "Even with her admission, code requires that we examine the evidence. With your permission, your honor, I request that the defendant remove her top and press her breasts to the glass door so Amos can identify the evidence for the record."
"Granted!" the judge said with a touch of pleasure in his voice.
My instinct was to protest, but it was clear that I was at the mercy of small town justice. I was exasperated at this point, mad at myself for being so careless. Reluctantly, I lifted my knit shirt and exposed my bra to these village worthies. I reached back to unclasp my bra up to allow these strangers to see my naked boobs. My bra dropped and my breasts bounced slightly while the three men stared at me. I admit, it was a little kinky to have a judge tell me to strip.
The room was a bit chilly and the obvious arousal of the men watching me helped my nipples to peak and grow hard. The officer took me by the arm and led me to the door. We stepped outside and he told me, "Show the judge what they look like pressed to train window."
Defeated, I leaned forward. My mushed breasts flattened and spread to become large round titty circles. I heard the judge ask, "Is this what you saw from the train window, Amos?"
The old man replied, "Yes, your honor, they sure are."
The deputy released my arm, and I pulled down my shirt. Braless, my taunt nipple points almost pushed through the thin tee shirt. "Take a picture, why don't ya?" I said with a touch of anger in my voice.
"Young lady!" the judge said, "Don't tell the court what to do."
"Yes sir," I said. Then I noticed the courtroom camera in the corner was probably recording everything.
The judge rapped his gavel, "It is the decision of this court that the defendant is guilty and is sentenced to a month in jail and five thousand dollars."
"What?" I exclaimed. "I can't stay here a month. I can't stay here at all. Is there any alternative?" My head was spinning. I tried to argue, saying that I'd do anything to avoid jail in this nasty place.
The judge conferred with Amos and the deputy, then he said, "Young lady, we will give you an option. Rest here and we'll prepare the documents."
I used the bathroom and sat on the bunk in a jail cell until the judge called to me. "Young lady, your alternative punishment is described in this document. If you agree, you'll be free and on your way."
It had crossed my mind that maybe these guys might let me go for a blow job or hand job. I read the statement, "The convicted has admitted guilt and agrees to the following alternative sentence. In lieu of jail time and a fine, the convicted agrees," and there followed a blank space where in longhand Amos had written, "to be fucked by the offended party."
What?! Where in the world was I? How do these people get away with stuff like this? I was fighting mad at the mere thought that I'd let this scraggly Jed Clampett screw me.
"You mean," I said, "that if I let this old moose fuck me, while you two perverts watch, then I am free to go?"
"Yes. On the next train," said the judge.
I looked at Amos and wondered how many times they had administered the same justice in this town. My shoulders sank. How else could I get out of this mess?
"Agreed, your honor," I said.
The judge handed me the paperwork and told me, "Then sign the agreement." I looked at Amos and stuck out my tongue, then signed.
What the heck, I thought. This old geezer will get his Christmas jollies, and he'd likely be done in less than thirty seconds, if he could even get it up at all.