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Drunk & Horny

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Drunk & Horny...weaving homeward after work....

The lights don't get your attention, but the siren
finally does, you pull over to the side of the road
barely missing a sign post. A quick look into your
side view mirror (tall officer approaching, gun holster
at one hip, dark sunglasses, medals lined across one
breast, confident stride in tight pants and high boots,
traffic book in one hand, the other hovering near the
pistol grip) and you flip down the visor to adjust your
hair in the mirror.

The window glides down, I lean in checking to make sure
your hands are in view (they are on the steering wheel)
and no weapons are in sight (I notice that you are
sweating slightly despite the cool air escaping the air
conditioned vehicle). "May I see your drivers license,
vehicle registration and proof of insurance please,
ma'am." my firm, professional voice _tells_ you.

"Sure" and you reach over and open your purse, hand
thrusts into it - I tense! Right hand on the pistol
grip, restraint off...eyes are watching you closely for
any threatening moves, could be a weapon in there (the
back of my mind registers your lithe body, the curve of
your breasts in the tight dress you wear). "Here you
go" and you hand over the papers.

My eyes look at your face (pretty) and I clamp down on
an urge to touch your hair, I feel the sudden desire to
run my fingers through it. I see your eyes move from
my half hidden face, noting the strong features and
moustache below the dark lenses. They quickly move
down to a powerful chest and further to a bulge just in
view at the edge of the window and your sight. You
silently swallow. I see your eyelids droop a bit and
sense that perhaps something is not right.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" I ask.

"No - was I speeding or something?" you reply quietly.

"You were driving nearly ran into
that sign when you pulled over." a thought occurs,
"have you been drinking?" I ask. I see your body tense
suddenly. My eyes drop to your neck, I see you swallow
again. A single drop of sweat rolls down, my eyes passes into the open front of your dress, I
look at the tops of your breasts, a certain amount of
cleavage draws my attention. You take a breath, I want
to look more but I quickly snap back to the situation
in the foreground as you speak.

"Well, I did have just one drink at the office before I
left...I was, it was a going away party for som- my
boss and that's all." you quickly reply.

"I'll have to ask you to please step out of your car."
I say. Looking over my shoulder at the traffic I
suggest, "Please use the passenger door." and I walk
around the back of the car to that side. You roll your
eyes up, "shit!" You slide over to the other side of
the car and open the door.

I am standing a bit back from the door when it opens.
Your high heeled legs swivel out into view; having slid
across the seat your dress has ridden high up your
legs, mid-thigh. I am afforded a glance of the tops of
your sheer stockings. As you step out and up, the
dress falls gently into place. My eyes work upwards
and against my will a small grin makes its way to my
lips. The dress tightly hugs the curves of your very
sexy body from above your knees to the wide collar that
first drew my attention. You see me standing, somewhat
relaxed at the side of the car, the ticket book is on
the hood of my squad car and my arms are crossed.

You look at my face and ask "What should I do now?"

I remove my glasses, my deep blue eyes look at yours

"Please walk, arms out at shoulder height, one foot in
front of the other on the line, walk towards me and
keep looking into my eyes please."

You look down quickly and see that you are standing on
the line marking the edge of the road and the shoulder.
You put your arms out and lock eyes with mine. You
begin with your right foot and walk step by step to-
wards me. Your first step is just a tiny bit shaky but
the next two are firm and steady. Your eyes are locked
into mine. There is no traffic on the road, rush hour
is over a long time ago. There is no wind apart from a
slight breeze.

I watch you walk, outta the bottom of my sight I can
see your feet in motion, you are just at the edge of
the roadway and the soft shoulder. My eyes are locked
onto yours but I can see your figure clearly and I feel
tension lower in my body. You come closer, step by

Suddenly, just a few steps from me, your left heel
misses the edge of the road and your tumble, falling
towards the shoulder. I reach out and grab one hand as
you fall. You spin around as I pull you towards me, my
other arm curls around your waist as I tug you upright
and against my firm body. Your hair smells wonderful.
Your stomach firm and taunt under my arm. You regain
your footing and slide your body upright against mine.
My hardness rubs between the cheeks of your tight buns.
You turn around, my arms still around you.

Your face is two inches from mine. In your four inch
heels your lips are even with mine. Our eyes rapidly
lock again, I can feel your wonderfully hard nipples
against my chest even though all the layers of cloths.
Your body is hot against mine - we both breath in at
the same time. You feel me hard against your abdomen.

"Are you-"

"I'm sor-"

We both speak at the same time.

"Are you o.k. ma'am?" as I release you and you take an
involuntary step backwards.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Your look breaks from
mine as I snap my glasses open and put them on again.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask you
to have a seat in the back of my car."

"What's wrong...I just slipped on the edge of the

"I'm sorry ma'am, please." I point, hand outstretched.

"Can I get my purse first?" you ask, obviously getting

"Of course," I reply and put my arm down.

You walk to the car, my eyes on your ass as you lean
into the car and get the purse and keys. I am already
speaking into my shoulder microphone, telling dispatch
to send a tow truck to my location. I see you smooth
your dress down as your walk to the back of my card.

I open the door and let you in. You sit sideways, then
turn one leg at a time into the car. I do not fail to
note your legs again as they swing in. I ask for your
purse and keys then I the car door, you notice it is
the type that cannot be opened from the inside. I walk
around to the front of the squad car and get in.

When I can see, you adjust the front of your dress,
exposing a bit more cleavage and adjusting your breasts
upwards in your bra. Your fingers feel your hard as
bullets nipples and leave them pushing against the
thinner, lacy material at the edge of the bra.

I enter the car, putting my ticket book on the passen-
ger seat. The tow truck is pulling up in front of your
car. The driver having just got on the freeway two
exits back - timing perfect. When the driver comes to
the window, I give him your keys and give him the
impound papers. With a wave he heads towards your car
and a job.

We merge swiftly with traffic and accelerate quickly
out of the city.

"You know that driving under the influence of alcohol
is a serious offence don't you?" I ask.

"Yes, but I'm not drunk!" you state.

"You'll have to take a breathalyser test to prove

"Shouldn't you give me that right away?" you asking
remembering the story a friend told you about when he
was busted.

"The highway is not the best place to do this, my car
is causing gawkers to slow down and potentially cause

You recall that there was nearly no traffic on the
freeway when we pulled away. You are finding that you
may not be able to keep up the "straight" talk much
longer. You are drunk and you know I know it. Much
worse, you are so horny, you are so hot for my body
that you are finding it uncomfortable to sit still.
You desire to find the extent of the bulge in my pants.
You brush your fingers against your lower thigh and
feel a rush up your body.

"If you'd like I can administer the test at the next
exit." I offer

"That would be good." you reply.

I pull off three exits later. It is an exit on my
route. It is very rarely taken as it leads to a facto-
ry packing lot that is no longer operating. The sun
has sunk below the horizon and the orange of the eve
casts a colorful sky as we pull into the parking lot
and head behind the large factory building. I am
breathing slightly faster, sweating a bit. I call into
dispatch and report that I am driving you to a hospital
at the other side of town for a blood test for alcohol
level that you requested, as is your right. The bulge
in my pants makes it hard to sit still also. I keep
thinking of the tiny bead of sweat that rolled down
your sweat neck... The car stops.

(Continued in COP2.TXT)

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