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Subject: {ASSM} Traffic Stop 1
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Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 11:10:03 -0500
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Traffic Stop  1  (FF)
 
     Sitting  there on the shoulder of the road, watching in first my 
rearview then drivers  side mirror.  The flashing light hurting my eyes, as they 
revolve in the  darkness, throwing stark luminescence in momentary pools 
around the area.   The quick flashs of white headlights and then the red 
taillights from the main  highway, flashing amongst the tree breaks.  Wondering, 
why I just didn't  pull over to the side of the road instead of this farm 
road turnoff.  A  farmhouse dimly lit a ways down the dirt road and a distant 
barking the  only signs of habitation along the two lane road.  the harsh 
glare of the  headlights giving me a headache as I wait patiently. 
    The  party was nice; but stayed too late, much too late.  Now stopped 
for  speeding.  The two glasses of wine shouldn't be a problem, after all the 
 junk food and dancing and the long hours of meaningless conversation.   
Business functions on the road so artificial; but necessary. 
    "Damn,"  I think to myself as I shift my legs on the seat.  I need to 
pee, should  have peed before I left the restaurant.  Looking back again, 
wondering what  was taking so long.  Glancing down in the dashboard lights, 
seeing my  little bit of cleavage, adjusting the  open top to display the tops 
of my  breasts and my nicely tanned shoulders.  Pulling my skirt up a few 
inches  and tactfully arranging the folds.  Wanting to turn on the overhead 
light  and check my hair and face; but  wetting my lips and patting my hair in 
 place the only alternative at present.
    Lost  in my thoughts, as the slam of a car door, jolts me back to the 
present.   Looking apprehensively in my side view mirror I see the uniformed 
figure  approaching, the movement of a flashlight playing over my car as I 
sit  still.  My breathing faster.  Heart pounding wondering if I can get  
from receiving a ticket.  I can hear the soft sound of shoes on the gravel  and 
some radio voices.  The figure alongside the car and then stopping a  car 
width from the drivers door.
    "Turn  off your car and make sure it is in park,"  the  voice of 
authority  commanding in a non-comittal manner.  A quick,  "license and  
registration" following on those words.
    "Yes  Sir," replying as I turn the car off.  "Not a Sir," the feminine 
voice  replied.  "Sorry ma'am."  Feeling a flush at my neckline at the  
mistake.  Looking out the window and seeing the outline and then eyes  adjusting 
seeing more distinctive features. The tunic blouse, pushed out  with giving 
a sure indication of breasts, the hips fuller and rounded, a splay  of hair 
under his "cowboy" hat.  The flashlight hurting my eyes, as she  catches me 
looking with the "deer caught in the headlights" look on my  face.  A smile 
playing across her lips.  Her hand resting on the butt  of her glock.
    "My  registration is in the glove compartment," I tell her as I lean 
slowly to open  it up, feeling the dress stretching and raising as I lean 
across the seat.   Shuffling papers, I finally pull out the registration and 
then opening my hand  clasp, pull out my wallet and license.  Handing them to 
her as I  wait.  Her eyes moving to the documents and back, watching me.
    "Step  out of the car please," she asks again in a neutral voice.  As 
she steps  back the flashlight playing over me, as I  swing the door open.  
My  dress riding up my legs and then holding it as I move to clumsily stand.  
 My high heel digging into soft dirt on the shoulder.  Dipping and then  
catching my balance.  A low scream of surprise, bit off short as I look at  
the officer.  Standing up straight as she plays the light on my face and  then 
on the license.  Matching them.  Then the light plays down my  body, moving 
slowly side to side.  "Step to the side please,"  the  voice strong and 
firm.  Moving to the back of the car, as she illuminates  the front seat and 
then the back again. 
    "Have  you been drinking tonight?"  The sudden question catching me off 
 guard.  "Only a couple of wines, ma'am," answering without thinking.   A 
stood a good six inches taller then the woman cop; but felt like a little 
girl  as I answered her.  Not doing well at the series of tests that she put me 
 through.  Stumbling on my heels as I tried to walk in a straight line on  
the dirt road.  Not having my glasses on, as I tried to unsuccessfully  
touch my nose.  And hesitating as I tried to recite the middle of the  alphabet 
and then backwards.  Getting more flustered as I went.  "Are  you sure, only 
a couple of wines girl?  Her voice friendly, but firm.   The smile on her 
lips, looking amused.  "Yes, only a couple.  I am  pretty sure it was, maybe 
three."  Now not sure of myself.
    Her  hand grasping my arm and guiding me to the side of the road, as a 
car turns off  and heads down the dirt road.  A brief view of a white face 
turned to me  and then just the disappearing tail lights.  "Relax," her voice 
reassuring  as she guides me behind my car.  "Anything that I should know 
about in the  trunk or in your car,"  the voice again asking a question?  
"No,  nothing that I know of," again my voice trembling.
    "I  am sorry girl, but you don't seem very convincing,"  her eyes 
gleaming as I  look at her.  I can feel my eyes watering with an unknown fear.  I 
 have nothing too hide; but unsure as she looks at me.
    A  not unkindly look on her face as she issues her next command.  "I 
need you  to turn around and face the car.  Then lean over with your hands 
spread  apart on the hood."   Trembling, the pit of my stomach churning, my  
bladder feeling like it is about to burst, I turn around and lean palms down  
bending to touch the trunk of the car.  Palms sweaty feeling them slip as I  
put weight on them, humiliated as my hips lower and ass cheeks raise, the 
cheeks  round and jiggling slightly as my dress form around them.  Sobbing 
gently,  feeling the moisture drop from my eyes to "plop" distinctly  on the  
metal of the car.  Each drop a sound seeming to shatter the stillness of  
the night.  That and the soft whirl of the lights on the Christmas tree of  
the patrol car.  The circling red and white lights, with the alternating  
lights on the front of the car and the bright prison tower like spotlight,  
making a start reality of the surrounding wooded road.
    As  I lean there, I feel a foot on the instep of mine, urging my legs 
apart.   Feeling criminal and guilty, I stand or should I say lean, sobbing 
gently under  my breath.  The shadow on the car in front of me moves and 
grows in size,  as my mine fills with fear.
    A  brush of warm air as a voice whispers softly, "relax girl, this is 
just a  precaution."  Fingers reach to my head, combing through my hair, my  
shoulders shaking.  As the officer moves downward, I can feel her breath on  
my bare shoulders.  Soft puffs of air teasing my sweaty skin.  Then  
jerking as I feel the hands move down my back and slide around my waist.   The 
finger pads touching as they move up my stomach, my flesh quivering and the  
sobbing now audible, drowning out the crickets.  The officer again leans in  
and, "shhhhh, shhhh girl, her voice soothing as I feel her fingers touching 
my  breasts, feeling the small mounds, moving as the fingers touch the 
hardening  nipples, moaning in embarassment, the soft "shhhhh's still soothing in  
tone.  I can feel her body leaning to cup my breasts as the fingers touch  
the soft flesh. 
    The  scratchy material of her uniform blouse, the coolness of a badge 
on my left  shoulder, her hips pressed against my flanks.  My legs shaking 
with  .............I am not sure why they are shaking; but they are, the flesh 
raised  on my arms and legs.  The moan as her fingers search my  mammary  
glands, then finally releasing them. 
    Her  foot pushing my legs further apart, and then the body against my 
back moves off,  and I feel her hands on my cheeks, sliding down the outside 
of my thighs, and  then caressing the back of my calves for a moment and 
then touching the inside  of my legs.  Feeling them slide up arms touchs the 
backs of my knees, and  then fingers touching the inside of my thighs.  
Jerking as they slide from  the thigh highs to touch the bare flesh above.  Legs 
wanting to move close  to hide my inner self. the hem of my skirt, raised as 
her hands touch the  juncture of my thighs.  Moaning in embarassment at the 
intimate touch, my  puffy lips flared outward a little, the slim slit opened 
with my spread  legs.  The warm moist walls, telling the officer of the 
affect of the  search,from her touch.
   " I'm  sorry, I' sorry,"  mouthing the words softly, apologizing for 
having her  know my state of physical being.  The fingers tracing the slit for 
a moment  from bottom to top, separating the walls a fraction of an inch, 
feeling a nail  pressed for a brief moment on my clit and then sensing her 
stepping away.   "Turn around please," the command answered with a movement of 
my body and  lowered head.  Again trying to apologize,  "I didn't pee, I'm  
sorry."
    "Enough",  the word strong in the quiet night.  "I know you didn't wet 
yourself, well  pee and am thankful for that.  It isn't an unusual reaction 
to a  search.  Some girls just respond in different ways.  I should have  
wore gloves.  I normally do for a cavity search," smiling softly, her eyes  
twinkling for a moment in the uncertain light.  "Oh, by the way that wasn't  a 
cavity search, just a precaution."
    "I  now need you to turn around again," her hand guiding me.  A soft 
sound and  then the clink.  "Hands behind you girl, this won't hurt."
    My  chest heaving wildly as my hands feel the cool steel encircling 
with a click and  a tightening of a band of steel on each wrist.  "Don't  
struggle patti girl," as she leads me to her partrol car, opening the door  and 
protecting my head as she bends me down to sit in the back seat.   Turning I 
sit on the seat, and she lifts my legs one at a time into the back of  the 
car, my dress raised and spreading as the right swings in and then the  left. 
 The slam of the door loud in the night, feeling myself confined in  the 
backseat, the glass bubble separating front from back.  Watching the  officer 
as she moves to my car and searches it.  Watching as she crouches  looking 
under the seats and then the back and finally opening the  trunk.  Moving 
bags around.  
    Walking  back to the patrol car, she opens the door and helps me out, 
leading me  over to the trunk, undoing my hands as I stand looking down into 
it, seeing that  my bags have been opened.  Looking at me, eyes locking to  
mine........."Is there anything that you want to tell me?"  Shaking my head  
numbly I look her back and then drop my eyes, again looking to the opened  
luggage. 
    Eyes  fixated on the gym bag, lying wide open.  The dildos and 
vibrators drawing  my eyes.  The clamps.  The tube of cream, the bottle of special 
oil,  candles of various sizes and shapes, incense sticks and holder.  The 
packet  of condoms. And a selection of lingiere, crotchless, nippleless silky 
and  sensual.  Touching the bag with my laptop computer and various papers 
and  then reaching to grasp a long black dildo, the officer smiling at me, 
holding me  with her eyes.  Then pulling out her nightstick, she lays it 
alongside the  black dildo.  "I see you mix business and pleasure.  Should be 
careful  who you play with girl."  Sliding the night stick back into its 
holder, she  raises her hand to her mouth and gently licks the tip of her finger, 
tongue  wrapping around it.  My body quivers, as I know what that finger has 
 touched.  My legs shake and weaken for a second.  Bracing up I stand  
watching, as she closes the trunk of the car.
    Reaching  to her trousers, she pulls out a business card.  Turning it 
over, she  writes on the back of it, then flipping it right side up hands it 
to me.   Reaching her fingers touch mine, hers cool and strong, mine long 
and warm and  clammy.  "You need anything girl, contact me, I don't want you 
getting into  trouble, you seem too innocent,"  looking down at my bag, "well 
innocent in  some respects." 
    "Where  are you staying while you are here?"  Unthinking, I tell her 
the name of  the Hotel.  "Slow down girl and learn to where high 
heels,"smiling at me,  "you act like a drunken person, but I think you are giddy at 
times.  You  just need to be instructed and watched over."
    "Have  a good night, drive right to your Hotel, and yes call me if you 
need anything,  my name and number is on the front and back of the card.  
Her hand reaches  and squeezes mine as she looks at me for a long moment. 
    Then  the young woman turns and walks away, I stand wondering at how 
cowed I was by  the authority and command of the woman so much younger than 
me.  "Thank you  ma'am," calling in a soft voice to her.  She turns and smiles 
again,  nodding briefly and climbs into her car and starts typing or 
writing.
    Taking  my heels off, I hurry to my car, climbing in, I glance in the 
mirror and see she  is looking in my direction.  Starting the car, I slowly 
turn around on the  dirt road and head back to the highway.  Waving at her 
shyly as I pass,  that enigmatic smile, still wreathing her face, wondering at 
how young and  lovely she is and still so very mature for her age. 
    Finally  when moving at a steady 55 along the road, I let my mind think 
on the encounter,  the traffic stop.  And allow my fingers to creep between 
my legs, feeling  the growing moisture as my puffy vulva are pierced by my 
fingers.  Moaning  as I hump my fingers, driving with intense concentration. 
    As  I pull into the parking lot, I allow the valet to take my car, as 
the bellman,  wheels my bags to the check in desk.  Quickly settling affairs 
there I  follow to my room, tipping and wearily closing the door to my 
suite. 
    Walking  to the bar, I check out a single malt scotch, then a second 
and filling a glass  with ice, pour it into the glass.  A sip then a second 
and I strip from my  stockings, garter belt , slipping my dress over my head 
and look at my naked  body in the mirror.   I can smell the fear and need of 
my encounter,  quickly sipping my drink, I pull out my computer and check my 
emails.   Wishing that I had checked in first and got this business out of 
the  way. 
    An  official email from the police department, reminding me to be 
careful.   Stunned as I realize who sent it.  And a reminder to check my emails.
    Looking  in my spam folder, I find an email to patti girl.  Eyes 
glazing and sitting  again stunned as I realize immediately who it is  
from...........................................
    
    
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