Traffic Stop
~erotica
Blue lights flashed on in my rearview mirror.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I pulled over to the side of the road.
The cop car pulled in behind me and a slightly overweight police officer walked up to my window.
“License and registration, please,” he said gruffly. I rooted around in my bag.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked, glancing down at me with an appraising look. I could feel his eyes on my chest.
“No officer,” I replied, having been told never to admit anything in situations like this.
“You were going 80 in a 55,”
I looked up at him, he wasn’t even trying to hide his interest, looking directly at my bikini-clad breasts.
“I’m going to need you to step out of the car,”
Of course he did. I got out of the car and he fully checked me out, his eyes roaming down and then slowly back up my body.
“If you could walk down and back for me,” he suggested, gesturing to the far side of my car.
“And what would that achieve?” I asked warily, noticing a distinct bulge in his trousers.
“I have my reasons,” I wonder if he thinks he’s being mysterious.
I walked around the car slowly, feeling very exposed in bikini on the side of the road. Dressing like this for a beach trip had felt an excellent idea this morning. Less so now.
The weather was still warm, but my belly and thighs felt very exposed. I was starting to feel stupid. Sure, a little horny too.
As I turned back towards him, a car beeped at us. The officer had an obvious erection straining against his pants now.
I was getting tired of this. “Can we skip to the bit where you offer something?”
The police officer paused and then spoke: “Are you trying to bribe an officer of the law?”
I rolled my eyes. “No. But you say I was speeding. That’s a ticket. This is more than that. You’re stalling. Why?”
He cleared his throat nervously. “Well, I figured you might want to get off that ticket.”
“How much is the fine for?” I asked, walking towards him slowly and pushing my chest out just slightly.
“$150,” he replied.
I thought for a moment. “And you figure there might be... other ways to settle the debt?” I don’t want to be the one that says it, I don’t like him enough for that.
He smiled knowingly. “You’re getting it girl.”
“Like what?” I asked curiously, looking him up and down. His cock was still clearly hard under his pants and he met my eyes with a calm intensity.
“I want to push a cheesecake into your tits.”
“Wha-?” A laugh burst out of me. I crunched over, no doubt giving him an even better view of my rack. “I wasn’t... what?” I asked in disbelief, staring at him.
I paused, then said, “May I be honest? The balls on you! Were you always planning to ask me that?”
“Nah, but you seemed like you might be up for it,” he replied with a shrug.
I looked inside myself and was surprised to find that I actually might be game. “And what is a little corruption on a Friday afternoon?” I asked. Did I mean to be that sharp?
He looked almost hurt at my implication. “Well you can take the fine if you want. I didn’t mean anything by it,”
“No, you can do it,” I decided, not wanting to look chickenshit.
Now it was his turn to look shocked. His face lit up. “Really?”
My acceptance had kind of slipped out but now I didn’t want to back down. “Yeah, go get it,” I told him firmly.
“What here?” his voice had gone up slightly..
“This was your idea. Yeah here. I’m not gonna drive to some strange location. You might not even be a police officer for all I know. If you want cheesecake boobs, it happens on the side of the road.”
My nipples were hard now. I wondered if he could see them.
He went to the trunk of his car and pulled out a fancy-looking cheesecake from one of those cake shops.
“Oh wait, is your wife gonna be okay with this?” I asked, realizing this was all getting pretty complicated.
“Yeah, we’ve been open for years,” he assured me.
“Okay well you have to go buy her another cheesecake. My momma didn’t raise no cheesecake thief.”
He acquiesced and walked back over, taking the cake out of its box, which he tossed aside. He held the cheesecake balanced on one hand as he looked me in the eyes intently. He wasn’t that handsome but there was a confident charm about him. And his boner was raging now. I was almost willing to... no.
He looked up and down the road waiting until there were no cars in sight.
He looked me in the face, “Ask me to push this cake into your tits”
I realized I didn’t even know his name.
“Officer, please push that cheesecake into my fat, heavy tits,” I’d meant it partly as a joke, but somehow I’d said it seriously.
He lifted the cake and flipped it, plunging it right into my substantial cleavage. The feeling was crisp and squishy. My eyes went wide as I looked away from him, suddenly very aware of how wet I had become.
“Mmmm,” he said appreciatively. “They look even better with the cake in there.”
He was practically buzzing with anticipation in front of me now.
I met his intense gaze, my hard nipples surely visible now. I breathed out a long breath. “Thank you officer. Will that be all?”
He held my gaze. I expected indecision, but didn’t see it. “Drive carefully next time, ma’am.”
I dipped two fingers down into my cleavage and pulled them away, coated in sticky purple mush. My lips closed around my top knuckle and slowly licked the cake away. Blackcurrant. Excellent.
I walked back to my car slowly, feeling extremely alive. I couldn’t have said if any cars passed us. I turned and waved to him.
I got in, I put on my seatbelt and pulled away.
I’d planned to clean off in the ocean but now the walk to the water seemed a little more daring. I’d figure something out.
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