It was 7pm on a Saturday evening in South London and Candice was pissed off. She was supposed to driving home from her mothers for an exciting night in with her hubby. Instead she was driving home to an empty house because hubby just had to see one of his kung-fu students to the hospital after being kicked in the face at the tournament. It wouldn't have been so bad if the person injured hadn't been the only one insured to drive the coach and with the tournament in Birmingham there was no way her man would get back tonight.
Oh yes, Candice was pissed. She took a swig from rum and coke cleverly concealed in a bottle of Sprite. She had even gone out and bought a new set of sexy underwear for the occasion. She'd been wearing them all day letting her new panties get nice and moist as her and her man exchanged dirty messages all day via mobile phones. She knew he liked to tear her clothes off in the hallway with the front door still slightly ajar so that passer-by might catch a glimpse. She wanted him to have a nice surprise when he did.
She turned the steering wheel at the junction and felt her new bra nip her flesh she winced at the short sharp pain and felt her frustration rising. Hubby liked her bra to be too tight so that her large chocolate breasts overflowed around the edges and sometimes would even burst out with the right persuasion. Usually she enjoyed the feeling of her breasts well restrained like they were being held in strong large hands. But being all dressed up with nowhere to go she only felt irritated and uncomfortable. Her car was stopped now in heavy traffic and she sighed knowing it would take that much longer to get home. All around her revellers and party goers were headed out to enjoy their Saturday and it seemed that wherever she looked there was a horny young couple kissing, hugging or just walking that walk that said they were going to get some tonight. The traffic begins moving and the moment she had space, Candice put her foot down. As she passed the car in front she noticed the woman in the passenger seat lifting her head from the driver's lap.
"For fuck sake," she thought. "Is everyone getting some tonight but me?" Her mind wondered on to her hubby's cock to a text he sent earlier telling her he had been nursing an erection hidden in his training pants that needed to be sucked. She squeezed her legs together as she pictured his big cock sliding between her lips.
Her daydreams broken by the red light in front of her it was then she realized she'd gone too far and missed her turning.
"Fuck!" she cursed out loud. "Now I'm going to have to spend another ten minutes in the one way system. I do not fucking believe it." As her car crawled forward in the sea of break lights her frustration and annoyance grew. Hubby wasn't going to be getting any for quite a while.
When she reached the industrial estate it didn't take too much thought to convince her that turning down a no entry street would be far better than fighting her way through the heavy traffic ahead of her. Without indicating she pulled a slow left turn out easing out the queue of cars and on the unlit outlet road of the industrial estate. "Now just five more minutes," she thought, "And I'll be able to finish my rum and coke in peace."
It was another 30 seconds before the blues and twos of the police car shouted from behind her to pull over. As she stopped the car on the deserted factory road she slammed the steering wheel cursing, "Fucking Babylon!" before taking a deep breath and composing herself. She knew how to handle this it would be a breeze. Candice opened her top two buttons from her cardigan; there was nothing underneath except her tight new bra and her massive, firm breasts. She saw that there was only one officer, a tall, black man who was getting out of the car. "All alone in that big powerful BMW," she thought. "Must be compensating for a short truncheon," She giggled to herself. But quickly held it in as best as she could. Giggling would give the game away.
When the officer leaned down Candice had her back dead straight showing more tit than one man can take.
She said in her best 'little girl in distress' voice "Sorry officer, did I do something wrong?" The tall black police officer locked eyes with her without a hint of even noticing that she was female. "Madam, are you aware you turned into a no entry street without indicating?"
"Oh my God, officer I'm so sorry. I'm trying to find my friend's house and I've been lost for ages and..."
He cut her off, "Have you been drinking Madam?"
The interruption to her sob story threw her. Her eyes flicked nervously down to her rum and coke and she fumbled a small, "Just a little."
He told her to step out of the car and she felt herself panicking. If she got breathalysed she could end up spending her hot sexy night-in inside a jail cell. She stepped out of her vehicle and stood up into the glare of the police cars headlights. The officer reached inside her car and pulled out the Sprite bottle. He sniffed and a satisfied smile crossed his lips.
"Oh dear," said the copper. "Someone's fucked up royally hasn't she?"
Candice had had enough. The innocent damsel in distress disappeared and the pissed off Bajan took over.
"Look, if you're going to arrest me then fucking arrest me you coconut copper. I've had a horrible fucking night. I was suppose to meet my man, I got all dressed up in this fucking uncomfortable bra, I've been stuck in traffic for hours and I got to go home to an empty house with this stupid thong riding up my arse. I do not need your smug wannabe-white self giving me any shit."
For a moment the officer looked like he was going to hit her but then that satisfied smile came back with a more menacing glint in his eye. Candice was suddenly very aware of her surroundings, she was alone on a dark road with nothing but empty buildings and a massively built cop who seemed to have it in for her.