My bare ass against the seat was a feeling I was not familiar with as I drove down the highway. The humming of the car as it quickly passed over the rough pavement kept me engaged. In a way, it felt unsanitary but at the same time, erotic. I could feel my cock swelling beneath the fake leather pants.
At that moment, I began to regret allowing my girlfriend, Monica, to talk me into dressing up as a cowboy wearing assless chaps for a Halloween party.
It was a cool evening with the sun just starting to set. I sped down the highway with the windows open, feeling the rush of the air around me. The party was at a friend's cabin, far out of our college town, and we were all planning to crash there that night. Monica and most of our friends were already there.
The monotony of the highway had already gotten to me about halfway through my long drive. I'd only passed a handful of cars as I crossed through endless farmland, and I was bored.
I don't know if it was the public display of nudity, the steady vibration of the car seat on sensitive areas, or the overwhelming boredom, but my cock continued rising. It struggled to grow as it pressed against the constricting leather pants almost to the point of pain. I glanced in all of my mirrors and saw no one around so I popped the button and slid down the zipper.
My cock rolled out onto the shiny, fake leather and quickly grew to its full size. I had a ways to go in the car and I was hornier than I'd been in a while so I checked my mirrors once more before gripping my shaft and giving it a few strokes.
The brief euphoria that rushed through my body quickly cured my boredom, if only momentarily. I'd never jacked off in my car before but the thought of it drove me wild.
"Fuck it. There's no one out here," I said to myself. I again slid my fingers around my rigid cock.
Without any lotion, I resorted to collecting spit on my hand to prevent chafing my circumcised cock. I quickly got into a rhythm and could feel the cum churning in my balls.
I thought about Monica's cowgirl outfit in the photos she'd sent me before I left home. I considered pulling them up but didn't need two things distracting me. I recalled what I could in my head and could easily picture her big tits in the tight top that was tied together in front of her cleavage. She told me the pants came with a flap that could easily be undone.
She never wore underwear and loved fucking at parties so I knew I'd be pulling that flap down and thrusting inside of her tight, wet pussy at some point that night.
The daydreaming had me close and I could hear the slickness of my precum taking over the lubing of my cock as my fist slid up and down repeatedly.
Suddenly, a traffic light appeared in the distance as the sun began to hit the mountain peaks above. It turned red and I slowed the car as I approached.
I realized it was a perfect time to cum. I could enjoy it without being concerned about crashing while my eyes were closed. I sped up my stroking as I sat at the red light and I could feel my balls tighten up against my body.
My soul nearly left my body when the sudden sound of sirens blared for less than a second. I looked to my right and saw a cop in an SUV staring right at me.
I was frozen in fear and even kept my dick in my hand as it quickly deflated. My heart felt like it was beating a hundred times per second.
"Pull over up there, next right," he said in a commanding tone. His voice was deep and intimidating.
I couldn't say a word. My hands trembled as I gripped the steering wheel. I eased my foot off the brake and began slowly driving down the road.
It was about a quarter mile until I reached a dirt road on the right side. I turned on my blinker and cautiously turned onto the gravel. Large cornfields lined the road on either side, towering above. I could see where the short road ended in front of me. The sunlight was fading and panic began to set in as I saw the cop car's headlights box me in from behind.
I turned off the car and looked down. My soft cock was still exposed through the opened pants. I quickly shoved it inside and zipped up. My heart was beating out of my chest as I waited for the police officer to reach my vehicle.
I heard his door open and close and saw him slowly approaching through my side mirror. He was big; tall and built. He could have been a linebacker. I listened as his boots crunched along the gravel.
A large hand appeared on my open window at first. Then he leaned down to look inside and I got my first good look at him. He was probably twice my age, Latino, and had a full beard and mustache. He looked rugged and I was immediately intimidated.
"I see you finally put it away," he said.
"I'm so sorry, sir. I shouldn't have done that," I said.
"Damn right, you shouldn't have. License and registration," he said.
I leaned over to grab what he needed. I was careful not to lean too far or I'd reveal that I had assless pants on. Not that the situation could have gotten much more embarrassing at that point.
He simply grabbed my license and walked back to his vehicle. He sat in the driver's seat with the door open for what felt like an eternity. I wondered if he'd search my car. I was carrying booze for the party in the trunk that I'd bought with my fake ID.
I started to lose it mentally when he suddenly reappeared at my window again causing me to jump.
"Out of the vehicle," he said calmly but firmly.
"Sir, I promise. I won't do --" I started to say.
"Out of the damn vehicle! Now!" he yelled seemingly at the top of his lungs. I felt my heart lurch into my throat as I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. I stood up in front of him, careful not to show him my exposed ass. He had at least half a foot of height on me.
"You disobey me again and you'll regret it," he said while looking down at me. His silhouette cast by his car's bright headlights made it difficult for me to see his face again.
"Yes, sir," I replied immediately.
"Turn around. Hands on the hood," he said.
My heart sank but I couldn't risk disobeying him. I turned around and put my hands on the hood of my car.
"Oh, and what do we have here?" he asked rhetorically.
"Spread your legs," he said and I widened my stance.
"Going somewhere in a hurry, are we?" he asked.
"My girlfriend and our friends are at a Halloween party. I'm meeting up with them, sir," I said as I looked down at my car.
