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Subject: {ASSM} Traffic Stop 3
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Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 11:10:05 -0500
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Chapter 3 (Traffic Stop)(FF)
    
    The  ringing filling my mind,forcing my eyes open with its insistance.  
Reaching  for the phone, picking it up and saying okay.  Canned message.   
Sliding my legs over the edge of my bed, wondering how many hours did I 
really  get of sleep.  Two, maybe three at most.  Another quick shower, hot to  
relax my muscles and cold to wake me up.  Shivering as towel off, the AC  
pushing the cool air raising bumps on my flesh.  Still tasting the scotch  in 
my mouth, wondering if maybe I try something sweeter.  Blowing my hair  dry, 
looking at myself as I feel the warm air on my neck.  Looking in the  
mirror for a second for the source of the warm breath.  Shaking my head as  I 
comb it out and make it look reasonable.  Not much on fancy hairdos or  
cosmetics.    Looking hard at my face, maybe they might help,  being as critical as 
only ones self can be.
    Cursing  as I realize I didn't lay out my clothes for the day.  What a 
fucked up  night.  In spite of the busy day ahead, my mind thinking of 
later, rather  than the present.  Opening my luggage, cursing again as I see the 
wrinkles  in my clothes.  Using the room iron quickly, taking the worse of 
them from  my suit.  A nice charcoal gray three-piece.  Picking out a white  
button blouse, then exchanging it for a nice peach one.  Wishing  I might 
get away without hose; but not yet.  The tan not quite even and  dark enough.  
Pulling on my nude stockings, smiling as they roll smoothly  on my legs.  
Sliding on my blouse, then stepping into my skirt.   Trying to decide if I 
should take the vest or the jacket or both.  Actually  too warm for either, 
much less both.  Adjusting my blouse to show the vee  of my neck.  Then a 
celtic cross on a narrow gold band centered on the bare  flesh.  Small gold 
rings for my ears.  Picking up my computer bag, and  pocketbook, and at the last 
moment remembering to use a little Red Door for  scent.
    Checking  my cell for messages and emails, as I close the door and ride 
down to the  lobby.  Looking around noting the restaurant and lounge, 
locating the  breakfast area.  After a cup of coffee, feeling better and more 
alert, I  check my emails again, reading the one from Tabitha.  Nodding to 
myself as  the few words confirm that she will meet me at 7 or I will meet her.  
"Be  there alana girl, as I will not wait.......Tabitha."
    Hand  shaking a little as a second and third cup of coffee steady my 
nerves.  An  English Muffin suffices for a breakfast.  Thinking I shouldn't 
have had all  the coffee and the muffin.  Bad breath and crumbs between my 
teeth, nice  impression.  The morning dragging as one on one and then a formal 
meeting  at the end of the afternoon.  Not having much time to think, as I 
try to  memorize the names and faces and positions.  Thinking my proposal 
will fly  with them, maybe should have brought an assistant to do the computer  
presentation.  As I say goodbye and walk from the office, the warmth of my  
suit now making me warm.  Taking off the jacket and opening one more button 
 on my blouse, skylight wide open and windows, feeling the cool, well 
almost, air  against my face.  Pulling into the hotel, the valet walking up to my 
car,  handing me the ticket as I step out.  Noticing his eyes looking up  
at my face finally, as he says, "have a good day ma'am."  Sort of  wishing I 
had better lessons on stepping in and out of cars.  Then feeling  a flush at 
the smooth look that he might have seen.
    The  air conditioning as I open the door to the hotel, making me 
shiver, feeling my  nipples harden, and a chill around my legs.  Getting my 
bearings, I head to  the lounge and looking around, move to sit at the bar, 
ordering a glass of  zinfandel.  Checking my watch, cell and then the clock on the 
wall, seeing  that it was a little past 4.  Relaxing as I sip the wine, the 
cool sweet  liquid soothing my palate and calming my nerves.  Taking a 
mental picture  of the room, seeing the tables and booths and the line of stools 
at the  bar.  Noting the restrooms.  Finishing the wine, I sign the room  
chit.  Sliding from the stool, I can hear the click clack of my heels on  the 
floor.  Letting my body sway a little with the rhythm.  Smiling as  I ride 
up the elevator to my room.
    Not  quite 5, as  I strip down from the clothes of my trade.  hanging 
the  suit on a hanger, smelling it to see if it has a hint of my body.  Seems 
 good.  Taking off the blouse and stockings, high heels placed underneath 
my  suit in the closet.  Feeling the cool air wafting across my naked  body.  
Shivering with  delight at the feeling.  Checking out a  couple of more 
malt scotch, grabbing a short robe and bucket and key card,  walking down the 
corridor to the ice machine.  Filling it and conscious of  what I might be 
exposing as I lean over.  Hurrying back to the room,  fumbling with the card, 
damn red lights.  Dropping a couple of cubes in a  glass and pouring the 
scotch over them.  Savoring that first sip, as I  finally putting my clothing 
away, unpacking for the few days ahead. 
     Sitting on the bed looking at the clothing aligned in the closet, 
spaced so  evenly to not muss one piece to the next, wondering what to wear.  
Closing  my eyes as I sip the scotch, visualizing how I would look with each  
outfit.  Not wanting to be overly dressy, but not wanting to be casual to  
the extreme.  No shorts or slacks or jeans.  Deciding on a beige  wraparound 
skirt, cut to a few inches above my knees.  A maroon pullover  tee with wide 
shoulder straps.  Will expose the roundness of my shoulder,  without 
emphasizing the smallness of my breasts.  Picking out a pair of  peach color 
panties, nice low cut to expose my hip bones, also won't show  through my light 
colored skirt.  No bra or stockings tonight.  A pair  of low heel shoes, 
comfortable and sturdy.  Smiling at the thought of the  tippsy girl walking the 
road in the high heels.
    Taking  the glass with me, and my bag of toiletries walking to the 
bathroom and  arranging them neatly on the vanity.  Sliding off my robe, looking 
at my  body in the mirror.  Not bad for a middle aged woman.  Wondering is  
that what I am?  Face,  so so, nose a little big, lips nice and full  and 
smiling with my eyes, glasses a must or contacts.  Hair well this week  it is 
a sort of reddish brown and bit long and curly.  Out of control  again.  
Breasts small, on my chest.  At least not sagging, one  benefit.  Nipples 
bigger than normal I think.  But maybe only in  comparison to the small breasts. 
 A slight layer of soft flesh over my use  to be firm belly.  Note to self. 
 Need to exercise more.  Hips  wide and turning to see the nicely rounded 
butt, also a little bigger than  necessary.  The juncture of my legs, a thin 
slit on the hairless  mound.  Moving my legs apart, the opening exposes a 
gleam on the inside of  my lips, just a hint.  Shaking my head as I look down. 
 The legs long  ending in not the daintiest of feet.  Never get a foot 
commercial with  them.  A gentle tan to my body, a benefit of living on the 
shoreline.   Not a really deep one, but not the sickly white of a never nude 
body.  The  outline of my bikini still visible.  Overall not bad.  Need some  
workouts and less alcohol, as I sip against from the glass.
    Taking  a nice long leisurely shower, enjoying the rarity of good 
pressure on the  showerhead.  The stinging drops of water massaging my back and  
shoulders.  Easing the long day from my body.  A moan of pleasure as  they 
pelt on my nipples and then stepping back on my mound.    Rinsing my hair and 
then stepping out.  The terrycloth towel, giving a nice  glow to my skin, 
as I rub hard drying myself.  Then putting on my robe,  walking back out to 
the bedroom/sitting room.  Setting up my computer,  working on my emails to 
and from, making some calendar notes.  Keeping  myself occupied as I check at 
the clock in the lower right corner of the  screen.  Checking out a few 
websites.  Flushing a little as I read the  stories and watch some videos.  
Telling myself, "wrong thing to do  girl".  Before closing the laptop, running 
Crapcleaner to wipe the computer  clean of my forays to the web.
    Time  is near.  Pulling on the panties, feeling them tight on my lips, 
the top of  my crack exposed, thinking maybe I should pick something else.  
then  pulling the top over my head, a minor adjustment to settle my precious 
little  breasts, again not much need to adjust there, but looking in the 
mirror and  seeing my nipples pushing at the material.  Damn those websites, 
hoping  that the nipples will "cease and desist", giggling at the phrase.   
Wondering at changing to a lightweight bra, or a different top.   Smiling, 
wondering if I have band aids in my toilet kit.  Love the feel as  you pull 
them off the flesh.  Nice look to with the sticky gum left  behind.  Giggling 
again.  Trying to stay cool and calm, not wanting to  sweat, oops sorry 
perspire.  Taking the skirt and wrapping it around and  securing it in place.  
Twirling in front of the mirror, not very  daintily.  Should have took dance 
and music maybe.  The skirt swirling  around, exposing my upper thighs, but 
not the panties beneath.  The legs do  show off the skirt nicely.  The skirt 
settling down to gently curve on my  legs.  Looking fairly demur and 
common, thinking to myself, as I look up  and down. 
    Thinking  of my height, maybe I should wear flats, but love the sound 
of the heels as I  walk.  Gives a solid sound, confident one.  And also love 
the  impression as I stand eye to eye with most men.  Deciding on no 
lipstick  that was easy, but not sure on eye shadow.  I have a weakness for wearing 
 it when in social situations.  Deciding to go au naturelle on the face  
anyway.  Damn.  Thinking how a forgot to do my hair.  Combing it  out, knowing 
that the humidity will give it a slight curl.  A touch of Red  Door on the 
pulse in my throat and the inside of my wrists, and behind my  knees.  
Simple gold ring earrings and the small celtic cross  necklace.
    Taking  a small pocketbook and putting my wallet, keycard, car keys, 
comb and brush,  clippers, a couple of mouth mints and kleenix.  Then adding 
one condom,  then another and finally my cell phone, putting it on vibrate.  
Knowing I  should take more, but not wanting to be burdened with a small 
carry bag.
    Taking  a deep breath, I push my feet into the toe of my shoes, lifting 
the each  leg to settle it on the heel.  Closing the door I walk to the  
elevator.  The muffled sound of my feet on the carpet.  The ride a  short one, 
but know I looked fairly good as I got one admiring look. 
    Walking  into the lounge, looking quickly at the clock again.  Seeing 
it as 6:50 PM,  walking to the bar and sliding on a stool.  Ordering a Brandy 
Manhatten  straight up.  The bartender checking my cardkey as I open a tab. 
  Smiling and moving back along the bar.  Looking around I see the place 
half  full or half empty.  Dress, from very casual to very formal.  Not  
feeling out of place, somewhere in between.
    Sipping  the sweet drink, as I keep my eyes moving to the entrance.  
Wishing I had  something to eat since lunch, feeling myself a little 
lightheaded, whether from  the drinks or anticipation.  My confidence in business did 
not carry over  as well to socialization.  Listening to a couple a few 
stools down going  though the initial ritual of meeting, made me smile ruefully. 
 Thinking to  myself, how I hated that, the movements of one and then 
another.  Sort of  like the initial moments of a fencing match, as you feel out 
your opponent,  searching for their weaknesses.
    Pulling  out of my revelry as I hear the strident clicking of heels on 
the tile  floor.  Looking to the entrance, I see Tabitha walking striding  
purposefully towards me.  The sound of her movements and then her look,  
holding the attention of those nearby.  My breath catching in my  throat.  Her 
eyes locked on mine, dark and forbidding.  Her mouth  closed, no hint of a 
smile or recognition, as she strides forward.  A short  black leather skirt, 
tight to her lines, emphasizing the firmness of her thighs,  a black leather 
vest, exposing her arms and shoulders, the top of her cleavage  visible as 
the vest slides gently, as her arms swing.  The  stiletto boots, ending just 
below her knees, the soft leather molded to the  calves.  Soft leather wrist 
cuffs. Her jet black hair, pulled up in a tight  bun.  Eyes dark and 
shadowed, the thin line of her eyebrows dark.  Not  sure that I took a breath or 
moved, held in freeze frame by her  appearance.
    Feeling  out of place, underdressed, overdressed, not properly dressed, 
confused thoughts  filling my mind.  "Close you mouth girl."  Her words as 
she walked up  to me and stopped.  Her lips touching mine in a quick kiss.  
Sitting  still shocked.  My heart pumping blood that feeling like it was 
moving  under my scalp.  The bartender walks down and politely asks, what she 
would  like to drink.  "An ice tea over ice, a slice of lemon, a tall  
glass."  Quickly filling the glass and setting it in front of her, walking  to the 
other end of the bar. 
    Eyes  still watching her, as she steps onto the stool, crossing one leg 
over the  other.  Her skirt riding up to expose a long expanse of tanned 
leg.   "Well?"  The question hanging in the air as I search for words, if you 
know  me, that doesn't happen often.  "Good evening Tabitha, you look 
stunning,"  flushing at my words, feeling the heat in my cheeks.  "You may call me 
Ms.  Tabitha or ma'am." 
    "Yes,  ma'am."  All the words I could muster at the moment.  Reaching 
to lift  my glass to wet my dry lips, her hand covers mine, fingers stroking 
gently   along the back.  Her eyes, watching mine, never leaving my face.   
Wondering if she is reading into my thoughts, as my breathe becomes a little 
 labored with the continued contact.  Not needing to look down, to know 
that  my nipples were pushing at the material of my top.  Feeling the world  
around us blur, as I look back at her.
    Her  dark brown eyes lowering, a small smile curls on her lips.  My 
lips opening  in response to the tip of her tongue tracing her lips.  My eyes 
drawn to  the moist slit of her mouth.  Then back to her eyes, knowing she is 
look at  my chest.  "Have you had a good day alana, you have stayed out of 
trouble I  hope?"  Nodding my head dumbly.  Smiling, "you may speak girl."
    My  lips stuck together at first, then finally in a small voice, "it 
was busy but,  stayed out of trouble," trying to smile.  Jumping, as her hand 
moves from  mine and reaches to touch the cross at my neck, the back of her 
hand brushing my  left nipple, moaning softly at the touch.  Her smile 
widening.  She  holds the cross in her hand for a moment as she studies it.  "You 
are Irish  heritage girl?"  Feeling a lump in my throat as I try to answer, 
her hand  again brushing my breast as she releases the necklace.  "Yes, yes 
I am, and  Scottish and Welch," my voice gaining a little strength.  
Forcing myself to  breath through my nose, as I am almost panting.  Her soft touch 
on my  cheek, bringing a flush to my face, my cheek pressing to the hand.  
Each  touch paralyzing me, holding me, drawing my senses like a magnet to 
her tactile  contact.
    "Brrrrrrrrrhhhhh."   The sound making me jump, drawing a laugh from 
her.  My purse moving slowly  on the bar.  Flushing as I reach for it, her hand 
holding mine and  then placing it on the bar, as she reaches into my purse 
and pulls out the  cell phone.  The phone still vibrating as she places it 
in my lap.   Feeling the touch of her fingers against my thigh and then the 
sensation of  the phone, I move my legs a little apart as I pick it up and 
look at the  display.  Not answering as I hold it in my hand.  Watching as she 
 pulls opens my purse and empties it one item by one item on the bar.   
Smiling, "checking for contraband girl."
My  wallet, keycard, keys, comb, brush, mints tissues and then finally 
holding up  the two condoms in her fingers.  Looking at them, feeling myself 
flush  again, face already warm, self consciously looking around seeing some 
smiling at  my discomfort, others enjoying the strong sensuality of Tabitha. 
    None  daring to verbally comment.  "Why do you have these with you 
girl?"   Her question loud as she moves her hand in the air in front of me.  
Pausing  a few seconds as I look at the small packages and back to her eyes.   
Feeling my eyes watering.  Not wanting to look around, as again she asks in  
a commanding voice why I have the rubbers.  Finally, answering in a low  
voice,  "in case I need them."
    Her  other hand cupping my chin, as she leans forward,   "IN CASE I 
NEED  THEM, aren't you forgetting something girl?"  Thinking confused for a  
minute, then finally realizing what she meant.  "In case I need them,  ma'am." 
 Her hand giving a gentle squeeze and a quick caress to my   cheek.  
Dropping them in my lap, she lifts her ice tea and sips, watching  me over the 
rim.  Clumsily I pick them up and putting them back into my  purse, her hand 
stops me.  "Leave them girl, you won't need them  tonight."  Dropping them to 
lay on the flatness of the bar.  Putting  everything back in my purse, and 
turning my phone to low, not vibrate.   Nervously lifting my drink, hand 
shaking noticeably as I take a long sip.   Moving my lips and tongue to moisten 
my lips.  Shifting on my stool,  squeezing my thighs together.
    "May  I be excused Ms Tabitha, I need to use the ladies room?"  Her 
eyes piercing  mine as she waits and then replies in a question.  "Are you wet 
girl or  need to pee?"  Cringing at her words, said in a normal voice.  
Looking  around to see who heard, and over her shoulder to see the bartender and 
a few  others watching, listening.  "Yes," answering and hoping that a 
simple word  would free me from this spell.  Her voice strong and firm, "which 
one girl  or both........wet and need to pee." 
    Wanting  to hide, to get up and leave the room, feeling so shamed by 
this woman, this  younger woman.  Finally I answer, "both ma'am," not looking 
around to see  who heard.  A tear running down from my left eye, both eyes  
glistening.  Pushing me further, "don't tell me both alana girl, tell me  
what you are and need." 
    "My  lips trembling as I answer her one more time,  "I am wet ma'am and 
I need  to pee."  Cocking her head to the side, "I can't hear you girl."   
Opening my mouth to speak, then closing it and then opening again,  "I AM  
WET MA'AM AND NEED TO PEE.  MAY I BE EXCUSED."
    Leaning  to me, her lips against my right ear, whispering, her breath 
warm and exciting,  "are you wearing panties girl?"  "Yes ma'am," answering  
quickly.  
    "Are  they wet girl?"  Hesitating for a moment, then 
answering........"they are  wet ma'am."  Feeling shame and humiliation at admitting this to 
her.
      "Listen to me alana girl.  You will have to pay a forfeit for leaving 
 me."  "When you come back, you will place your panties on the bar.   You 
will not touch yourself when in the restroom, only to wipe after you  pee.  
You will use your hand girl, nothing else.  And then lick it  clean.  Do you 
understand?"  Her eyes inches away from mine, her  breath filling my mouth.  
The intensity scaring me.  "You may go girl,  it is 7:25, you be back by 
7:30."
    "Thank  you ma'am."  Sliding off the stool, I feel a soft slap on my 
ass as I turn  to move quickly to the restrooms.  Wending my way around the 
tables, not  looking at anyone, my heels, and uneven sound on the floor.  
Pushing the  door open to the room, looking around, glad not to seen anyone 
there.   Moving to the furthest stall, closing the door and standing for a 
moment,  leaning against the door, feeling the metal surface cool on my body.   
Sighing audibly with the contact.then lifting my skirt up and pulling my 
panties  down my legs, sobbing as I feel them sliding down and off of my feet.   
Holding them in my left hand as I sit on the bowl, holding my skirt around 
my  waist.  Sitting and finally releasing a stream of liquid, feeling the  
relief, as I empty into the porcelain bowl.  As the last drops trickle out,  
feeling them on my lips.  Shaking fingers as I reach down and wipe my  
fingers along the moisture.  Bringing them to my lips, tasting the urine  and the 
juices of my wet tunnel.  Sobbing, shoulders heaving in  frustration, not 
wanting to be shamed anymore, but knowing I must bring the  panties to her.  
Wiping one more time and licking my fingers clean.   Then flushing and 
walking back out of the restroom, entering the lounge, the wad  of moist panties, 
a small ball in my left hand.
    Walking  back to the bar, I reach out and put the panties on the bar, 
they expand from  the tight ball I had in my hand.  I feel her hand on my 
back, rubbing up  and down, "good girl."  Feeling pleasure at her words of 
approval.   Sliding back onto my stool, finding a fresh drink at my place.  
Sipping it  quickly, as I watch Ms Tabitha.  In slow motion, my eyes follow her 
left  hand as it reaches to lift my bikinis from the bar, watching them 
spread open as  she lifts them by the side.  Seeing the moisture in the crotch, 
the dark  wetness there.  Waving them like a flag, back and forth, drawing 
the  attention from around her.  Then moving them slowly to her face,  
sniffing delicately at them, the tip of her tongue touching the wetness.   Looking 
at her captive audience,  "smells and tastes like needy."   Setting them 
back on the bar, as she leans over and right hand on my knee, my  thighs 
opening instinctively, as it slides up pushing my skirt with  it. 
    Feeling  my stomach trembling, a pit behind the flesh, my face 
crumbling into disbelief,  as tears fall in soundless rivulets down my face, 
dripping onto my top and  skirt.  The cool fingers burning like ice as they slide 
along my inner  thigh.  Sucking my tummy in as my legs falls wider apart.  
Eyes locked  to hers.  Lower lips quivering, as my hand moves to my thigh and 
then  stops, dropping to my side.  Seeing the smile on her face, as she 
knows  that I am helpless to stop her.  Finally her hand rests inches from my  
mound, the skirt exposing my left thigh and much of my right.  Her fingers  
move under the remaining skirt material, closing my eyes as I feel the touch 
of  a butterflies wings on my vuvla.  Nose pinched tight, my gasps, low in 
the  room, my chest pushed out, nipples aching for touch.  The short nail on 
her  finger barely grazing my hot swollen lips.  A quick flick of sensation 
as  the finger moves.  "Look at me girl," the voice soft but commanding.   
The smile brief, but the eyes looking gentle for a moment.  Then the steel  
returning to them.  My eyes open, a low moan, again and again, as the  finger 
touches and then moves away.
    "Finish  up girl," her finger stabs forward, just parting the lips for 
a brief moment, my  hips jerking towards her.  Not looking around, I hastily 
finish the  drink.  "You are sweating girl," a kindly word, as  she wipes 
my upper  lip and cheeks with the moist panties.  I can smell myself on the 
cloth,  the scent strong and pungent and exciting; and still the scent 
lingering on  my face as she leaves them on the bar.
      "Sign the tab girl," as the bartender hands me the chit.  Then she 
takes my  hand and leads me through the lounge.  The room quiet, as the strong 
click  of her heels measure her steps, I can hear the soft creak of her 
leather as it  moves.  My heels a more unsteady beat.   My mind racing as I 
find  myself trying to keep up with her.  The short walk a blur. 
    Reaching  the lobby, she instructs me to stand in place.  Waiting hands 
at my side,  feeling my thighs sticky with sweat and other juices, I look 
down and see my  nipples hard and straining at my top, lines of sweat wetting 
the material.   She walks over to the concierge and reaching into her vest 
and pulls out a stub,  claiming her belongings.  Carrying a clothes bag and 
gym bag, she walks  over to me.  The whole lobby echoing with the sound of 
her boots, the room  quiet as all eyes are on her.  "Lets go girl, taking my 
hand in hers as she  hands me the gym bag." 
    Walking  to the bank of elevators, she pushes for up and I feeling her 
fingers moving on  mine caressing, soothing as we wait.  Looking at the 
mirrored wall of the  lobby, I see her eyes looking at me.  Feeling a jerk, as 
she pulls me to  the opening elevator, the door closing quickly on us, as she 
punches my floor  number.  As the elevator moves up, she leans forward and 
touches my lips,  then presses harder, crushing my lips with hers.  Her 
tongue forcing my  mouth open, as she presses my back to the wall of the 
elevator.  Tongue  quickly probing my mouth, as her head moves, sucking my lower 
lip to her mouth,  her teeth.  The sharp pinpricks of pain, as they break 
skin.  The  taste of blood in my mouth. And the release of my hand, as her 
fingers push  against my swollen labia, splitting them with a quick jab, fingers 
sliding into  my wet warm pussy.  Eyes wide with surprise at the sudden 
attack and non  defense by me.  Letting her have my mouth and puss, as her mouth 
rapes  mine, her fingers fucking my needy hole.  As the elevator slides to 
a stop,  she holds me in place impaled on her tongue and fingers, and locked 
to her  eyes.  Stepping back, she pulls her fingers from my pussy and 
brings them  to her mouth, licking them slowly, tongue curling around and then 
sucking them  with her lips.  A drop of blood on the one corner of her mouth.  
I  watch mesmerized by her, as I suck on the blood from my cut lip. 
    Finally............."Come  girl."  She takes my hand and guides me from 
the elevator, pointing me in  the direction of my room.  She leads me from 
behind to my room.   Fumbling I try the card key, and she takes it from me 
and quickly flicks the  door open...............................
    
    
 
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