This is a continuation of Road Trip Part 1- Coffee Stop. I can't begin to tell you how amazing my Pet is, I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to leave feedback or comments. I'd love to know what you think.
We pull out of the coffee shop parking lot and hop on the interstate. You're expertly weaving in and out of traffic. You can't hold back anymore, you tug her panties out of your bra and toss them into my face. I hold them to my nose and inhale deeply. You laugh at the fact that she has to work all day pantiless in leggings. You turn on the radio, roll down the windows and open the sunroof. You look so beautiful, your hair blowing in the wind, singing every song on the radio. You get into the groove for a long drive. You lean forward a little and ask me to unhook your bra. It's a sexy, lacy, black number that matches the panties you kept flashing at me in the coffee shop. I quickly oblige before you change your mind. Driving with one hand you manage to get it off, much to my amazement, and pull it out. Your hair is blowing wildly in the wind. We giggle and lean your seat back a little enjoying the warm sun on your skin. You look over at me and smile as you untie the straps of your dress one at a time. I can't take my eyes off of you. We both look at each other with that O shit look when we hear the police siren, right behind us. I turn and look to see a cruiser on our tail with lights flashing. You put on the turn signal and pull to the right side of the road. I open the glove box and grab the insurance card and registration. We wait. Hoping it will be to our benefit you don't fix your dress. As the officer approaches you look at me with that wicked grin that tells me you've got this covered.
"Good morning officer, how are you on this lovely morning?"
"License and registration please." He seems to be either blind or oblivious to your wardrobe malfunction. I hand you the registration and insurance cards while you pull out your license. I can't tell what he's looking at behind his dark sunglasses. A knock on the passenger side window startles me. I turn to see another officer motioning for me to roll down the window. The officer looking at me is tall; her jet black hair is pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head. My mouth drops as she frowns down at me.
I hear the other officer telling you to exit the vehicle. I turn my head to see what is going on with you and the female officer reaches into the window and yanks my chin back to look into her eyes. Her eyes are a crystal bright blue. She looks angry. I quickly glance out the rear windshield. The male officer is back in the cruiser but I don't see you.
"Are we being arrested? Were we speeding? Did they know what happened at the coffee shop?" I start to worry. My mind was races but I dare not speak.
"Please exit the vehicle." She says sternly, opening the door. "Both hands on the roof of the car and spread your legs! Wider!" She starts barking orders at me.
I turn my head to look back at the cruiser. He hasn't moved, he seems to be watching but I still don't see you.
"Eyes front!" She barks while roughly frisking me. "Where are you headed?" She questions while patting down my right leg.
"A convention in Little Rock." I reply shakily.
Her hand brushes past my crotch and she pats down my left leg. I'm terrified, and confused but I'll be damned if I'm not getting hard. She yanks both my arms behind my back and cuffs me. She guides me towards the cruiser forcefully. Her partner is watching. I still don't see you. The rear windows are tinted black.