(I adapted this from a story I wrote for someone a while back. My first one as well as my first post.)
“What the fuck did I do?” I yelled, knowing full well she had caught me in the act of committing a crime.
“Hands behind your back,” as she drove her elbow into my back to get me to submit.
“Yeah, yeah I know the routine,” I muttered as I obliged. She cuffed me and marched me to the squad car. Then I caught a glimpse of her reflection in the car window.
She had lustrous black hair that flowed to her neck. Her full lips were slightly parted and I could see her immaculate teeth.
My eyes wandered down to her cleavage. Her breasts looked perky and perfect-sized, with a trickle of sweat running down into the valley. I could tell she had a nice, toned tummy despite not being able to see it.
“Do cops always wear booty shorts?” I wondered aloud.
“Shut your ass up, perp!” She silenced me. I continued to admire her. Her perfect round ass strained at the seams of her shorts, pushing them to the limit. She was shorter than me by about half a foot. Her legs were long enough though.