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I left the office. It was late. These days, it's always late. This crisis and that crisis. Things that have to be done right now. People that I should have talked to yesterday about things that just happened today. I was tired, it was dark...these days it was always dark when I left.

The air conditioner wasn't working when I turned the car on. Figures. One more thing that I didn't have time to deal with. The night was sultry and the interior of my car was like a steam bath. My silk blouse was stuck to me before I even pulled out of the parking lot. I unbuttoned two or three buttons and rolled all of the windows down. After all, it didn't really matter if my hair was a mess when I got home. I didn't know what I was going to do in the morning, however. I put the car in park and with some twisting and pulling, managed to get my nylons off. Then I pulled my skirt up to my hips. Ah! Relief! It was as much relief as I was going to get from the heat and humidity for now, anyway. At least now I could feel the air on me as much as possible.

I lived about 5 miles beyond the far side of the city, of course. It was at least a 25-minute drive home, even at this hour. Just thinking of it made me even more hot and tired. I cranked the CD player loud and hit the gas hard. I was almost home, driving down the long, dark, empty road about 2 miles from the house when I realized there were flashing red and blue lights in the rearview mirror. SHIT! Just what I needed! I looked down and realized I was going at least 20 mph faster than I was supposed to...SHIT SHIT SHIT! I slowed down, hitting the blinker, and pulled over. The police car pulled up behind me, its lights reflecting off the rearview mirror, almost blinding me. I watched his silhouette approach the car. Well, at least I was wearing a seat belt—-a little less of a fine, anyway.

I pulled my wallet out of my purse and leaned over to get the registration and insurance card out of the glovebox. When I sat back up, he was standing by the car, so tall and broad, all I could see were his uniformed chest and the top of his pants, complete with all the nifty things that cops always have—-gun, walkie-talkie, that little club thingie hanging from a loop along his leg. He had a huge flashlight in his right hand and the light from it moved over me as he bent down to look inside the car.

Between the greenish glow from my dashboard and the reflected light from the flashlight, I could see that he was very good-looking in a clean-cut, man-in-a-uniform sort of way. From the look on his face, I realized I must have flashed him a lovely view of my bright red, lace panties. It was in the midst of that embarrassment that I realized that my blouse was unbuttoned almost to my navel and my hair was a wild mess around my face and shoulders. I must have looked like I just crawled out of bed. The CD-player was still blasting, too, so I quickly turned it down.

"License and registration and insurance card, ma'am."

His dark eyes were definitely taking in my half-dressed state, but his voice was all business. I handed them over without saying anything and watched while he turned the light to my cards.

"Do you realize your license expired a week ago?"

SHIT again! I MEANT to take care of that! I really did!

"Uh…" I decided to brazen it out…. "Is it? I thought that was next month…"

He just looked at me and I saw his eyes move down to my oh so visible bra. Then he went back to looking at the cards. After a couple more quiet moments, he looked up again.

"Please exit the vehicle, ma'am."

"What?"

"Please exit the vehicle, ma'am," he said again.

Sighing, I undid my seat belt and opened the door, stepping carefully out onto the gravel in my heels. The road was still absolutely empty. At this time of night, we were far enough outside of town that you'd never know there was a good-size city only a couple of miles away.

"Turn around and put your hands on the roof of the car, ma'am."

Again...WHAT? I turned my head to look at him but from the look on his face, I figured it was better just to do what I was told. I placed my hands on the roof of my little sports car. As I did so, he stepped closer. His proximity made me realize that skirt was still bunch up around my hips. Almost gently, he pushed my feet further apart with his foot and his left hand reached around me to take my left wrist and pull it behind me. In moments, my hands were cuffed behind my back before I could even form a response.

"I have to pat you down, ma'am." He said, softly.

His fingers ran into my hair, his fingertips grazing my scalp. Then they ran down my neck slowly to the opening of my blouse. I was confused, but my scalp and neck are especially sensitive and his hands were warm, his touch was gentle, and even though we were on the side of the road, I could feel a familiar, warm, excited curl in the pit of my stomach. He continued "patting me down", his hands moving over the silk of my blouse easily as they cupped my breasts, thrust forward by my cuffed position. I felt my nipples harden under his fingertips, but his hands didn't stop there. Slowly they continued down past my waist. I felt him bend down as he ran his hands over my smooth legs (hmmmmm...and WHERE would I be hiding anything there?) Slowly, his hands now on the inside of my legs, he swept them back up, moving under my skirt to the juncture of my thighs. I wondered what he thought when he found me completely soaked. He lingered there for a moment before removing his hands from beneath my skirt and running his hands up my back. I was visibly shaking under his touch at this point.

He finally finished his "search" and took my right arm, carefully walking me over to his squad car. He opened the door in the back—-the one furthest away from the road—-and sat me down on the seat.

"You know, as fast as you were going, you could have hurt or killed yourself or somebody else," he said, calmly, as if he hadn't just touched my entire body. I'd have thought he was completely unaffected if he wasn't visibly aroused—-sitting here, while he stood so close in front of me, it was pretty easy to tell he was aroused. That's when I realized what I was staring at and looked up in his face. He was smiling. I blushed.

"Okay, I was speeding. Why the handcuffs?"

"You looked pretty dangerous. In fact, I think I need to search you closer."

Closer? Oh, my...his hands were running up my legs again! His fingers hooked the sides of my panties and began pulling them down my legs. He was leaning very close to me and when I leaned back out of his way, I lost my balance and fell back on the seat. By this time, my skirt was around my hips and with my panties now gone, I was completely exposed to him and completely vulnerable. His dark head was so close to my stomach, I could feel his breath on my pubic hair. I should have been screaming bloody murder but all I could think of as my stomach muscles clenched was, "oh my god, is he going to...is he going..." My hips jerked upwards when I felt his tongue on the skin just below my navel. It was moving slowly downward. Then his hands were on the inside of my thighs, pushing them apart and he was blowing softly against my hair and his tongue was touching my clit and I gasped loudly as I tried to pull enough air into my lungs. He slid first one finger into me and then another when he discovered how wet I was already, moving them quickly in and out as his tongue danced over me. God he was good at this! I realized he now had three fingers in me, curled upwards and thrusting hard as he sucked my clit and I screamed a little as I clamped down hard around him. Suddenly, his fingers were gone and he thrust his tongue in me—-it was too much...too much...oh GOD! I came hard and my hips jerked into him sharply.

Before I had even recovered, he'd unzipped his pants. So hard. So beautiful. He slid into me easily with one thrust and then, sliding his hands under my arms, he picked me up and moved me easily (that move alone made me almost come again) further back onto the seat as he followed me into the car. He was thrusting hard and fast, kissing me at the same time. I kissed him back desperately, straining to reach his mouth, to taste him, to devour him with my mouth as he'd devoured me. I tasted myself on his lips and felt his hips moving over mine and it was all so erotic that I moaned helplessly into his mouth. I moved my knees back towards my chest as best as I could, hampered by the back of the seat. He knew what I was trying to do, though, and leaned back for a moment. His arms went under my knees, pushing them back. Now they were up around my shoulders and he was so very deep inside me. I was panting, making incoherent sounds, when he brought one hand down to play with my clit at the same time. It was all it took and I came hard again. I heard him catch his breath and then groan loudly. Then his weight was against me for the first time. Catching my breath after a few moments, I realized that my arms were going numb.

"You think you could take these off now?" I asked, wryly.

He groaned a little, but I could hear the laugh in his voice.

"Yeah, I could probably do that," he said, grinning.

He got up, pulled the key from his pocket, and rolled me to one side, unlocking the cuffs in an easy movement. I brought my arms back around in front of me and he began to rub the sensation back into my wrists.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, concerned at the red marks on my skin.

I chuckled, softly.

"Believe me...that did NOT hurt."

"You really shouldn't be driving so fast, you know. And I reminded you last week that your license was about to expire."

"I know. I've been so busy, I forgot. Did you get your uniforms at the dry cleaners?"

"Yeah. What was with the striptease? You just about gave me a heart attack when I saw you dressed like that."

"The air conditioner is out. Can you drop me off in the morning and take my car in?"

"No problem," he said, before he suddenly grinned at me again. Now we better get off the side of the road and get home before someone calls in some report about an officer acting strangely on the side of the road or something."

I laughed. "Well, when you assault your wife in your squad car on the side of the road, you should expect someone to say something! You better not be treating all your traffic stops this way or a phone call will be the least of your problems!"
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