[This is a repost from a little while ago. Id like some feedback, either here or over direct chats, or PMs. Maybe we can collaborate on another one? I’ve got a slow day today, so chatting is good.]
It’s three AM, and I’m sitting in my black and white Sherriff’s pickup, on the side of a darkened, isolated stretch of the I-95. My coffee has long gone cold, but the cool, humid night air keeps me awake well enough. The night is silent aside from the crickets all around, and the occasional squeaking of bats flying overhead. I rest my forearm on the open window of my door, looking out the windshield, waiting patiently for the next leadfoot to go screaming past, going well over eighty in this sixty mile an hour zone.
I don’t have to wait long. A white Mercedes just about blasts my doors off as it screams past. In a well practiced routine of motions, I start the truck, throw on the headlights, lights and siren, and floor it, gritting my teeth as the truck takes off like a rocket. The engine roars excitedly as we blast up to eighty miles an hour, then ninety, then a hundred, catching up to the Mercedes effortlessly. The chase is over disappointingly quickly as the Mercedes brake lights come on, and I escort the car over to the shoulder. Oh well, I guess the fun part of the night is over.
I step out of the pickup, letting the blue and red flashing lights illuminate the night around us as I carefully approach the Mercedes. I stand at around 6’3″, with dark blue eyes, and short dark hair under my Sherriff’s hat. My badge and black shoes are well shined, and my black button down shirt and pants are perfectly cleaned. Can’t hold order with a dirty uniform. I keep my right hand near the grip of my pistol as I approach the vehicle.
“Good evening, I’m sheriff Thompson,” I say, looking in. “Do you have any idea how fast you were going?”
A light female voice answers back.
“Oh, I don’t really pay attention to these things,” she says breezily. I can hear in her voice that she has no idea how much trouble she’s in, and I can see from the massive rock in her wedding band that her husband is probably loaded. She’s a brunette, somewhere in her mid forties. Glamorous, maybe even pretty without all the makeup on, and bubbly. I think she catches me glancing at her plunging neckline, and smirks up at me.
I can’t help but let my eyes run down from her brown eyes to her soft neck, and then down further to the slight cleavage between her small breasts, pushed up a bit by some high end bra. She makes no secret of enjoying the attention, and I make no secret of enjoying the sight. “What’s your big hurry?” I ask, looking back into her eyes.
“I just don’t want to be late for my husband’s retirement party,” she says, the ring on her finger shining lustily. Lucky guy.
I clear my throat. “I’m gonna need to run your liscense, ma’am,” I say, though she’s already reaching over to hand me the documents.
“Yes officer, I’ve been through this before,” she says in that breezy voice, smiling at me. “Though the other officers pulling me over weren’t so nice and tall. You look so kind, couldn’t you let me off with a warning, just this once?”
I do consider it as I walk back to the pickup and run her plates. She’s a sweet lady, and she’s not hurting anyone out here. First thing I see is that her name is Stephanie, and she’s forty-two years old. Then I see that this is her third incident this month. At this point, I’m supposed to take her in. Which I inform her of as I hand back her liscense.
At this news, she looks legitimately shocked.
“But… But you can’t! I can’t miss my husband’s retirement party! And then he’ll have to bail me out of jail! I can’t… Isn’t there anything else you can do?”
“I’m sorry ma’am, but you’re gonna have to come with me,” I say firmly, stepping away from the vehicle. “Come on, now. Let’s go.”
Once Stephanie stepped out of the vehicle, I finally got a good look at her. Wearing a long, tight blue dress did wonders for her body. She may not have had amazing curves (nobody’s perfect,) but she wore them well. As she stepped into her blue high heels I let my eyes roam along her body, and I was pretty sure she was wearing neither a bra, nor underwear. She turned to face me and I could see that her nipples had hardened in the cool night air, and were poking through the thin blue material. Before I knew it, she was grinning at me, looking at my midsection. A quick inspection showed me that I had a rock hard erection pushing at the fabric of my pants, showing her just what I thought about her outfit.
“I see you’re well armed, officer Thompson,” she giggled, stepping over to me. “You know,” she said, looking up at me, “my husband is a big supporter of law and order. I could convince him to make a donation to the department.”
I don’t stop her as she approaches me, her small chest touching my midsection as she looks up at me. Her eyes lock onto mine as she leans in, brushing up against my throbbing erection.
“And maybe,” she continued, “I can make a personal donation to you…”
I looked down into her brown eyes, and something snapped in me. Before I knew it I had leaned in, and was pressing my lips against hers, the faint taste of cigarettes and vodka fresh in her mouth. I didn’t care, and pressed my tongue deep into her mouth, swirling it around hungrily against hers. She lifted her leg as I kissed her, and I ran my hand underneath her thigh, immediately finding that the woman hadn’t been wearing underwear. She moaned in my mouth as my fingers found her pussy, already hot, swollen, and soaking wet to the touch.
I picked Stephanie up easily and walked her to the back of my pickup. I had to set her on her feet long enough to open up the rear bed of my truck. A few seconds at most, but already she had unzipped my pants and expertly pulled out my hard, throbbing cock, the tip moist with precum. It occured to me somewhere in the depths of my mind that she has certainly pulled this maneuver before, but I didn’t care. It doesn’t affect the now.
I sat her down on the open liftgate where she spread her legs eagerly, gazing up at me while I lined myself up. Her pussy was soaking wet by now, her dark pubic hair glistening in the flashing lights of my vehicle. I slid my cock slowly into her, pressing myself gently into her body, but she wasn’t having that. Stephanie impatiently wrapped her thin legs around my waist and pulled me in, moaning as her pussy hungrily took my cock deep into her. Her pussy felt hot and soft, and I wasted no more time as I put one hand behind her and began plunging in and out of her body. She moaned softly as I continually drove deep into her, draping her slender arms over my shoulders as I fucked her.
It wasn’t long before I could feel the pressure rising in my balls, my pulse quickening, my cock throbbing angrily inside her. She looked back up at me, her left breast bouncing with each thrust, as it had popped out of her meager dress some time ago.
“Yes, please,” she moaned, looking into my eyes. “Cum inside me,” she begged.
I gripped her ass tight as I gave her my cum, driving myself deep into her body with every pulsating spurt of cum. Her juices coating my balls began to cool in the night air as my thrusting slowed, the blurred edges of my vision coalescing together again, as my cock began to calm down.
Stephanie gave me one last giggle as I slowly withdrew from her sex, already dripping with our shared fluids. She examined herself awkwardly, still sitting on the rear liftgate of my pickup as I began to tuck myself back into my pants. I offered her a hand, still slick with her juices, to help her down off the truck and back into her heels, which had walked off on their own sometime in the last few minutes…
…I sat back down in my truck on the side of the road and watched Stephanie’s taillights fade into the night, her dress no doubt soaked by my deposit. If that’s the least of her worries, all the better. I sighed as I turned off the lights of my truck, and waited for the next speedster to drive by.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/e51fwy/more_than_one_way_out_of_a_speeding_ticket