Savannah Scott pulled her cherry red Ferrari over the moment she noticed the flashing lights. With her manicured fingernails, she unfastened the top two buttons of her tight knit shirt. Low enough to show off her lacy red push-up bra. In hurried grace, she checked her lipstick and smoothed a hand over her perfectly coifed hair. From the mirror, she gazed longingly as Officer Downs sidled up to her car, dressed in his fitted uniform, his powerful legs well concealed. With a deep breath she put the window down, offering a demure look.
"Afternoon, Officer."
He nodded, face devoid of any emotion. "Ms Scott."
Goose bumps spilled along her skin at the close proximity of his cock, restrained tightly inside his pants, just beyond her door.
Reaching up, he removed his sunglasses, unleashing his smoldering brown eyes. Eyes she imagined undressed her every time they had one of their confrontations. And to her delight, there'd been many.
Voice full of sweetness, she prompted him for conversation. "Pleasant day for a drive, don't you think, Officer?"
He stroked the back of his neck, and switched the weight of his foot, swinging his groin closer in her direction. The gesture alone sent a fresh batch of goose bumps along her skin.
"Yes, it is. But not above the speed limit," he added huskily. "We both know it's thirty-five miles per hour through here."
Savannah toyed with her necklace, the silver pendant circling between her breasts. "I know. I'm sorry. It's the weather. My air conditioner at home is broken, so I came out here to cool down." In a quick motion she swept her hand across her chest and traced the neckline of her shirt, until she hit the swell of her breast.
If her eyes didn't deceive her, she'd sworn his bulge grew bigger.
From his shirt pocket he pulled out a pad and pen. This would be the tenth ticket she owned with his name scrawled on it. She loved everything about his signature. Strong and stately, the way she pictured him naked.
"I can appreciate your need to cool down, ma'am, but this makes the third time I've pulled you over in a week."
While her neighbors thought a woman of her age should drive something more low-key, she preferred things hard and fast. "Well, you know what they say. Third times a charm." To prove the charm expression, she batted her eyelashes. The look on his face said he wasn't buying it, so she switched tactics. "No, you're right, Officer. I've definitely learned my lesson. You could always get me off with a warning."
His eyes widened. "Pardon me?"
Savannah feigned innocent and giggled. "I meant, let me off with a warning."
Head raised, he looked around, sighing deeply. The warm breeze rustled his black hair. Midnight black. Black as oil.
"You really need to watch your speed, ma'am. I'd hate to take your license away from you."
Bottom lip out, she nodded her head. "Oh, I understand, Officer."
Her mind raced as he tapped the paper with his pen. She could easily reach out and unzip his pants. Slip her hand inside and feel the length and width of his erection. Stroke him to a climax right then and there. |
