Verde County

Why the hell do they call this Verde County? I thought. Doesn’t ‘verde’ mean green in Spanish? If it wasn’t for the corn there wouldn’t be any green. All I see are various shades of brown.

I looked due west, over the hood of my Mitsubishi Eclipse and see the Rocky Mountains standing high above the horizon. I’m lost in their beauty and my mind wanders to the future.

I am really looking forward to meeting up and spending the weekend with Karen, in Estes Park. It really sounds like fun. Especially now that I am rid of that loser, Joshua. I can’t believe I wasted one of my 28 years on that jealous, cheap, son of a bitch. I should have dumped him after the first week. I supposed if he wasn’t so cute and had such a big cock, I would have.

That thought made me chuckle to myself. Oh my God, Connie. What a slutty thing to say. Is that really the only reason you stayed with Joshua? I supposed when I think about it, yeah, the sex was pretty much it.

I glanced down at the dash. Oops. 80 miles per hour (130 km/h). I have always had a lead foot. I need to slow it down. I don’t need another ticket. Especially not one from out of state. It’s a long drive from Sioux City, Iowa. I supposed they would let me mail in the fee, or maybe pay it on-line.

I wonder if I will meet anyone in Colorado? Karen says it’s a great state to live in, especially if you like the outdoors. She said there are tons of nice guys. Denver attracts a lot of professionals and she said someone as pretty as I am would have my pick.

She’s probably right. I don’t talk it about constantly, that would be conceited, but all the guys say I’m pretty. They love the red hair, but they aren’t usually crazy about the temper that comes with it. I don’t have to ask if they like my bust. My 36 D-cups (14D) usually catch their attention pretty quick. I just wish men weren’t so damn obvious. It seems like my emerald green eyes would have to be where my nipples are, to get them to look at me when we talk. I’ve gotten compliments on my butt, too. Well, if you call some jerk yelling ‘Nice Ass!’ as he drives past when I am jogging. But, a girl knows. A girl knows when she is getting stared at….

Woooooooooooo! Woooooooooooo!

Shit! I checked the rearview mirror. A cop! Damn! I thought, as I glanced back at the dash. Fuck! I was back up to 80 (130 km/h) again. Man, I am so busted.

I pulled over and stopped on the side of US-34 and continued the narrative in my head.

How fucking much is this going to cost? I wonder if I can talk my way out of it? Maybe if it’s a guy? Should I maybe undo a button or two, to show some cleavage? Fuck! I’m wearing a t-shirt! Dammit! Stay calm. Smile. Oh, I need my license and stuff! Shit, where is my purse! Oh, Yeah. Floor.

I glanced up and see the policeman get out of his cruiser. It’s a man. Well, at least I have a shot. I watch him walk over and I look through my window as he speaks.

“Hello, Ma’am.” Said the policeman “Do you know why I pulled you over?”

Jeeze. I thought. He’s cute. He’s about 35, I’d say. Short black hair. Dark eyes. Very handsome. Broad shoulders.

“Umm” I started, trying desperately to come up with something clever

“You wanted my phone number?” I tried.

That earned me a smile. Brilliant white teeth. He’s too perfect. He must be married. I checked his left hand. No ring. Gay? God, I hope not. His name badge said “Ellis”

Officer Ellis chuckled.

“No, Ma’am. I clocked you going 79 (130 km/h) and the speed limit is 65 (105 km/h). I need your license, registration, and proof of insurance.” He said, casually and with a big smile.

I fumbled in my purse, but eventually came up with two of the three. I didn’t have car insurance. I handed them to him and explained.

“I have insurance. Really. I just don’t know where my card is.” I lied

“Ma’am insurance is mandatory in the state of Colorado. I have to write you up for that. I’m sorry, but it’s a $500 fine. The state will waive that if you provide proof that you are insured.” The hot looking Officer Ellis said conversationally.

The whole time he is telling me this, I can’t help but notice how good he looks in that dark blue uniform. The way his shoulders stretch the wool fabric across themselves; how the short sleeves reveal his rippled forearms and his thick upper arms. I imagined those strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight embrace.

“Ma’am?” I heard him say. “Ma’am. Do you understand?”

I wasn’t sure I did. But I nodded stupidly and I watched him turn around and head back to his car. Even a nice butt, too. Small and tight. I wanted to get out of the car and bite it.

He went back to his car and spent a few minutes doing something. I watched in the rearview as I saw his strong shoulders move while he did something below my view. I thought maybe he was writing out a ticket, and then I remembered I was supposed to be talking him out of this ticket, not fantasying about jumping his bones.

He got out, walked back over and came to my window.

“Officer, pleaeeese.” I started in my most sweet voice “Is there something we could work out on this? If I promise not to do it again…”

But he interrupted me, and did so in his official police voice.

“Work out? That sounds like you are offering me a bribe. That’s a serious offence. I need you to step out of the car, Ma’am”

“Bribe? What? No! You misunderstood me.” I stammer out, completely surprised.

“I’m gonna need you to step out of you car, Ma’am.” He said more forceful.

I fumbled with the car handle, as my heart beat a million miles an hour and the adrenaline put my stomach in my throat. As I got out and was about to try to explain, Ellis took me by the shoulders, spun me around, and shoved me towards my car.

“Heyyyyy! I exclaimed

“Get up against the car, ma’am. I need to check you for weapons and contraband.”

I was wearing tight running shorts that hugged ever curve down to just past my ass. Not wanting any panty lines I had opted to go with thong panties this morning. I had a bra under my tight t-shirt. There was no place for me to hide a weapon.

“I don’t have a weapon….” I began, but he cut me off.

“Hands up against your car and spread your legs!” he barked in his official voice.

I jumped when he said that and for some reason the words “spread you legs” gave me an uneasy feeling in my still fluttery stomach.

I moved into the position I had seen on TV so many times, leaning forward onto my car. Officer Ellis kicked my left leg father apart, nearly causing me to fall.

He started a slow search by placing one hand just above my knee, inside my thigh and the other on the outside and moved them all the way up until his hand impacted with my covered pussy.

“Watch the hands!” I yelled at him. “Shouldn’t a lady officer do this?”

“We don’t have any lady officers in Verde County. And if you aren’t quiet, I can arrange for a body cavity search.” Officer Ellis said with menace in his voice.

I knew what that was, and the thought of some guy (would it really be a guy?) sticking his fingers in my most private areas scared me.

I was quiet as he moved his hands to my other thigh and repeated the motion. This time going much slower, and moving both hands up and down, and pausing at the top to rub my pussy through my clothes.

“P..please don’t do that” I said with a tremor in my voice.