I was late for work. The office is set to open by 9 am. It was 9:30 and I had just walked out of the house to step into my warm Bentley. I jumped in, put the car in drive and sped out of the driveway, barely missing my mailbox.
I took a right for I-95 south and pushed the pedal to the floor. My Bentley was a used one, so she hiccuped a few times before getting to 90MPH. Just when I was about to slow down I saw blue lights in my rear view mirror.
Damn, I said aloud. I kept going pass a few more exits, hoping it wasn’t for me. That’s when I heard a stern voice.
This is the Broward County Sheriff’s department, pull over to the side of the road immediately.
Damn, it was for me. I pulled off on the nearest exit and rode a few more feet to park myself under a parking garage. The sheriff pulled in right behind me and I saw her double check my license plate before she hopped out of the cruiser.
As she strode over I could see that her uniform was snug against her body. She had on those big black ugly boots but her feet were small and petite which made the boots not so ugly.
She walked up to my car, her sheriff’s hat covering most of her blond hair that was pulled back in a bun.
“Ma’am,” she said, “do you know how fast you were going?”
“Um, yes officer I do, I have a valid excuse,” I said, trying to crack a smile. “I was running late for work.”
She didn’t like that answer at all. I could tell because her eyebrows dented in and her nose became pinched.
“License and registration, please.” It came out nothing like a question.
“Oh, I completely forgot about those,” I said while reaching into my purse. I took out my license and reached for the registration which was setting in the glove compartment.
I thought, I’m about to get the biggest ticket ever, if not get arrested, for going 20 miles over the speed limit.
The officer walked away and sat down in her car. My iPhone was ringing off the hook: it was Carly. I picked it up.
She was screaming into the phone, barely able to breathe. “Cherry, where are you? We had an important meeting set up with the VP of marketing and I had to reschedule! He was SO not happy about that!”
“I’m so sorry Carly, I was pulled by the cops and they are still holding me. Tell them it was an unforeseen emergency and I promise to be there in a few minutes. Start without me, you know the drill.”
She slammed the phone down in frustration.
I turned back to see the officer get out of her car again and walk back to my windows. She was small but she had a heavy foot. I swear I felt the ground beginning to give away under her weight.
With stern eyebrows and her mouth turned into a frown she asked me to get out of the car.
I got out, standing in my all white pant suit with red pumps. I asked, “What’s this all about?”
“Spread your legs,” her voice not letting up with the anger, “and place your hands on the hood of the car”. I quickly obliged.
I stood like that for a moment before I felt her hands start to pat my down. She felt around my bra stopping to squeeze my breasts.
My mouth dropped open. That was unexpected. She was no longer patting. Her hands started to glide down my back, which I had arched, and when they found my ass they stayed there for a moment before squeezing it hard.
She continued down the sides of my legs, slowly, kneading her hands into my thighs all the way down to my ankles. As she stood back up she leaned in closer to me, her body touching mine. She placed her head into the soft parts of my neck to smell my sweetly scented perfume.
I shut my eyes tight, wondering if would ever make it to work today. Oh well, they can wait. This was way more important
The officer then began to unbutton my suit jacket, leaving my red corset exposed, my breasts spilling out over the top. My nipples were beginning to get hard because of the cool chill that was blowing through the parking garage.
She stood so close to me, her crotch crushed up against my ass and I felt something hard sticking me in my back. I reached around to grab it and it was her gun. She took it out of the holster and laid it on top of my car, careful not to scratch it.
Her hand came back to my body and found its way in my pants. She gripped the whole of my cunt in her small hands. Squeezing and releasing it, she started to make me all wet and cozy inside.
She took me right there. In the open spot of the garage, where the breeze was nice and the sun was shining. She pushed two fingers into my wet pussy and proceeded to fuck me, nice and slow.
I reached to unbutton my pants and slide them down my legs so she could get the full view.
I heard her moan, and I know she licked her small lips, I did too.
I leaned my head back and rested it on her shoulders. A few moans escaped as she teased my g-spot. The other hand traveled up my flat stomach and stopped to rest on my breast. I reached back for her. I wanted to feel her body in my hands.
She pushed my hand away.
“No touching,” she whispered into my ear. That sent chills up my spine.
She turned me around and pushed me on top of the car. My ass felt a slight sting when I sat on top of the hot hood. She got down on her knees and let her tongue play with the tip of my clit.
It hit all 8,000 nerves because right there I wanted to cum., but I held on tight not wanting the moment to go away. She proceeded to suck, lick and fuck me with her tongue and fingers.
I was just about at my peak. My legs began to squirm, my heels leaving slight dents on the side of my car door. I lay back on the car, my suit jacket possibly getting dirty, but I didn’t care. I looked up to the ceiling of the parking garage and saw lightning bolts. My skin became prickly, hairs standing as high as they could on my arms.
She was eating my pussy so well in broad daylight where anyone could see. My car was still turned on and rumbling under me, causing more vibrations to my pussy.
Here it comes; my pussy was squirting, leaving my juices all over the hood of the car, and her gun that fell to the ground. She kept eating, sucking down everything I gave her to drink. Licking fast, her tongue like a jack-rabbit on my clit.
My vagina was making squishing sounds as she continued to pull her fingers in and out, moving in circles and jabbing at my insides. I felt her fingers on the soft parts of my vagina and I squeezed it holding them there.
I held her hand, I wanted her to stop. She needed to stop. I had to get to work and I know somewhere there was a crime being committed. She saw that my legs were shaking, that I had no control over them.
At that moment another car was pulling into the parking garage. I jumped down off the hood and pulled up my pants that were bunched around my ankles. They now had tiny black marks that showed up like lighting in the sky.
She grabbed her gun, holstered it and wiped her mouth. I stood there still shocked that this just happened. She handed me back my license and registration, holding my hand a minute longer then she should.
I took them.
“Drive safely” She said and leaned in to kiss my open mouth.
I tried to smile, but my lips were dry. I got back in my car and sat there for a few seconds. I gathered my thoughts as much as I could and drove away, this time, driving the speed limit.