Drunk & Horny...weaving homeward after work....
The lights don't get your attention, but the sirenfinally does, you pull over to the side of the roadbarely missing a sign post. A quick look into yourside view mirror (tall officer approaching, gun holsterat one hip, dark sunglasses, medals lined across onebreast, confident stride in tight pants and high boots,traffic book in one hand, the other hovering near thepistol grip) and you flip down the visor to adjust yourhair in the mirror.
The window glides down, I lean in checking to make sureyour hands are in view (they are on the steering wheel)and no weapons are in sight (I notice that you aresweating slightly despite the cool air escaping the airconditioned vehicle). "May I see your drivers license,vehicle registration and proof of insurance please,ma'am." my firm, professional voice _tells_ you.
"Sure" and you reach over and open your purse, handthrusts into it - I tense! Right hand on the pistolgrip, restraint off...eyes are watching you closely forany threatening moves, could be a weapon in there (theback of my mind registers your lithe body, the curve ofyour breasts in the tight dress you wear). "Here yougo" and you hand over the papers.
My eyes look at your face (pretty) and I clamp down onan urge to touch your hair, I feel the sudden desire torun my fingers through it. I see your eyes move frommy half hidden face, noting the strong features andmoustache below the dark lenses. They quickly movedown to a powerful chest and further to a bulge just inview at the edge of the window and your sight. Yousilently swallow. I see your eyelids droop a bit andsense that perhaps something is not right.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?" I ask.
"No - was I speeding or something?" you reply quietly.
"You were driving erratically...you nearly ran intothat sign when you pulled over." a thought occurs,"have you been drinking?" I ask. I see your body tensesuddenly. My eyes drop to your neck, I see you swallowagain. A single drop of sweat rolls down, my eyesfollow...it passes into the open front of your dress, Ilook at the tops of your breasts, a certain amount ofcleavage draws my attention. You take a breath, I wantto look more but I quickly snap back to the situationin the foreground as you speak.
"Well, I did have just one drink at the office before Ileft...I was, it was a going away party for som- myboss and that's all." you quickly reply.
"I'll have to ask you to please step out of your car."I say. Looking over my shoulder at the traffic Isuggest, "Please use the passenger door." and I walkaround the back of the car to that side. You roll youreyes up, "shit!" You slide over to the other side ofthe car and open the door.
I am standing a bit back from the door when it opens. Your high heeled legs swivel out into view; having slidacross the seat your dress has ridden high up yourlegs, mid-thigh. I am afforded a glance of the tops ofyour sheer stockings. As you step out and up, thedress falls gently into place. My eyes work upwardsand against my will a small grin makes its way to mylips. The dress tightly hugs the curves of your verysexy body from above your knees to the wide collar thatfirst drew my attention. You see me standing, somewhatrelaxed at the side of the car, the ticket book is onthe hood of my squad car and my arms are crossed.
You look at my face and ask "What should I do now?"
I remove my glasses, my deep blue eyes look at yourssteadily.
"Please walk, arms out at shoulder height, one foot infront of the other on the line, walk towards me andkeep looking into my eyes please."
You look down quickly and see that you are standing onthe line marking the edge of the road and the shoulder. You put your arms out and lock eyes with mine. Youbegin with your right foot and walk step by step to-wards me. Your first step is just a tiny bit shaky butthe next two are firm and steady. Your eyes are lockedinto mine. There is no traffic on the road, rush houris over a long time ago. There is no wind apart from aslight breeze.
I watch you walk, outta the bottom of my sight I cansee your feet in motion, you are just at the edge ofthe roadway and the soft shoulder. My eyes are lockedonto yours but I can see your figure clearly and I feeltension lower in my body. You come closer, step bystep.
Suddenly, just a few steps from me, your left heelmisses the edge of the road and your tumble, fallingtowards the shoulder. I reach out and grab one hand asyou fall. You spin around as I pull you towards me, myother arm curls around your waist as I tug you uprightand against my firm body. Your hair smells wonderful. Your stomach firm and taunt under my arm. You regainyour footing and slide your body upright against mine.My hardness rubs between the cheeks of your tight buns. You turn around, my arms still around you.
Your face is two inches from mine. In your four inchheels your lips are even with mine. Our eyes rapidlylock again, I can feel your wonderfully hard nipplesagainst my chest even though all the layers of cloths. Your body is hot against mine - we both breath in atthe same time. You feel me hard against your abdomen.
"Are you-"
"I'm sor-"
We both speak at the same time.
"Are you o.k. ma'am?" as I release you and you take aninvoluntary step backwards.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Your look breaks frommine as I snap my glasses open and put them on again.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask youto have a seat in the back of my car."
"What's wrong...I just slipped on the edge of theroad!"
"I'm sorry ma'am, please." I point, hand outstretched.
"Can I get my purse first?" you ask, obviously gettingpissed.
"Of course," I reply and put my arm down.
You walk to the car, my eyes on your ass as you leaninto the car and get the purse and keys. I am alreadyspeaking into my shoulder microphone, telling dispatchto send a tow truck to my location. I see you smoothyour dress down as your walk to the back of my card.
I open the door and let you in. You sit sideways, thenturn one leg at a time into the car. I do not fail tonote your legs again as they swing in. I ask for yourpurse and keys then I the car door, you notice it isthe type that cannot be opened from the inside. I walkaround to the front of the squad car and get in.
When I can see, you adjust the front of your dress,exposing a bit more cleavage and adjusting your breastsupwards in your bra. Your fingers feel your hard asbullets nipples and leave them pushing against thethinner, lacy material at the edge of the bra.
I enter the car, putting my ticket book on the passen-ger seat. The tow truck is pulling up in front of yourcar. The driver having just got on the freeway twoexits back - timing perfect. When the driver comes tothe window, I give him your keys and give him theimpound papers. With a wave he heads towards your carand a job.
We merge swiftly with traffic and accelerate quicklyout of the city.
"You know that driving under the influence of alcoholis a serious offence don't you?" I ask.
"Yes, but I'm not drunk!" you state.
"You'll have to take a breathalyser test to provethat."
"Shouldn't you give me that right away?" you askingremembering the story a friend told you about when hewas busted.
"The highway is not the best place to do this, my caris causing gawkers to slow down and potentially causeaccidents."
You recall that there was nearly no traffic on thefreeway when we pulled away. You are finding that youmay not be able to keep up the "straight" talk muchlonger. You are drunk and you know I know it. Muchworse, you are so horny, you are so hot for my bodythat you are finding it uncomfortable to sit still. You desire to find the extent of the bulge in my pants. You brush your fingers against your lower thigh andfeel a rush up your body.
"If you'd like I can administer the test at the nextexit." I offer
"That would be good." you reply.
I pull off three exits later. It is an exit on myroute. It is very rarely taken as it leads to a facto-ry packing lot that is no longer operating. The sunhas sunk below the horizon and the orange of the evecasts a colorful sky as we pull into the parking lotand head behind the large factory building. I ambreathing slightly faster, sweating a bit. I call intodispatch and report that I am driving you to a hospitalat the other side of town for a blood test for alcohollevel that you requested, as is your right. The bulgein my pants makes it hard to sit still also. I keepthinking of the tiny bead of sweat that rolled downyour sweat neck... The car stops.
(Continued in COP2.TXT)
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