The Traffic Stop

The Traffic Stop

As Susan walked toward her car, she knew she was slightly drunk. The office party had gone on a bit too long, and everyone had been congratulating her on her forthcoming promotion to Partner in the law firm, and she had just let the drinks get by her. A couple of the male partners had even made suggestive comments to her toward another kind of “celebration”, but as always, she had fended them off, diplomatically, and left them with their tongues hanging out.

Susan knew she was attractive; hell, she was a knockout! At age 36, she was 5’9” and weighed just 130 pounds. She had high, firm breasts and long shapely legs and had a tight ass that swayed just so, when she walked down the hall in her spike heels. Tonight, she was wearing a pleated black and white striped skirt, a ruffled white shirt with a string tie and a black blazer, none of which really hid her figure; instead, they only hinted at more. Her long black hair and pouty lips also heightened the subtle sexuality; but Susan had always kept her sensuality under control. It was a secret weapon, but she never gave in to temptation.

While her husband did his best in their bedroom to make her happy, he was “lacking” in the art of lovemaking. Fortunately, Susan had another outlet. She had discovered a mail order place that she could purchase various toys and devices, and since her husband traveled a great deal of the time, she could indulge her fantasies in the privacy of her home to her hearts content. And she DID have fantasies; some even bizarre, but all were her closely kept secret. She rarely had time, anymore, but when she did, she would play with herself for hours, often getting right to the point of orgasm, then backing off and starting all over again. When she did climax, it was often a thunderous one, and released wave after wave of spasms until she could hardly breathe.

She was thinking about such a session as she backed her Mercedes out of its parking spot, and started down the street. She knew she shouldn’t be driving, but it was only a few miles to her home, and most of that was on back roads that had little traffic. She was watching the road carefully, and making certain her speed was just below the limit, though she had to correct her line, from time to time, as she was drifting across the center line.

Suddenly, a bright light shown in her back window, and she looked in the rear view mirror to see flashing red and blue lights behind her. She almost panicked, and her car swerved, slightly, before she corrected it and pulled onto the dirt shoulder of the road. She was in a near panic; she couldn’t be arrested for DUI; her promotion was pending, and an arrest would ruin it.

Then there was a knocking at her window, and as she lowered it, a large cop stood there, wearing a helmet and dark glasses, even though it was night.

“M’am, may I see your driver’s license and registration, please?” he said.

“Yyy..yes officer.