It was late one Friday afternoon. I had worked at least one hour over each day this week and was overjoyed that it was quitting time. Karen and I had finally got the new contract sorted out; a great burden was lifted off both our shoulders.
I just wanted to unwind and maybe have a drink. On the drive home I decided to swing by "Ray's Place" the company watering hole for a cold one. Although it wasn’t some fancy place, the people and atmosphere made you feel right at home. It had a couple of pool tables and some dart boards. As I pushed the old door open I noticed a few of my co-workers were already there, including our boss. The one lone table in the corner had caught my eye.
It felt good to be sitting there with my tie loosened and collar unbuttoned. I sipped on my beer and stared at the cold water droplets condensed on the sides of the glass. I was beginning to drift off into a daydream. The visions of me making love to my wife had me aroused. She had to work the swing-shift this week and I missed her a terribly, especially at night.
It was getting late so I finished my drink and said my goodbyes to my fellow workers. The long and lonely drive home made me feel lousy. The thought of being in a big empty house was very depressing. Our dreams of success were based on planned career paths. The amount of school and crazy working hours weren’t included apparently. I did not realize how much time had passed at the bar, but I still wanted to get there at a decent hour.
The only way to make up some lost time was to take the short cut. It was a back road that didn't have any traffic lights. This road became a speed route for people heading to work during rush hour. It was often avoided because of the highway patrols’ well known presence. As the turn was made onto the road I noticed a car behind me. It looked like some harmless, mundane sedan. The posted speed limit was 55mph but no one ever drove that slow on this road. But against my better judgement I gunned the engine and was quickly doing over seventy. As I checked the rear view mirror that same car was still there but this time it was even closer...I was wondering what the hell was going on. And then it happened: big blue lights began flashing! A highway patrol-man had been following me the whole time! My heart was pounding and this is not how I wanted to start my weekend! So immediately I slowed and pulled onto the shoulder.
Frantically my hands dug through the clutter in the glove box. My insurance and registration were found with great relief. But what if he could smell alcohol on my breath! Tiny beads of sweat began forming on my forehead as I heard the patrol-man's car door slam shut, and saw a tall shadow walking towards my driver-side window. The headlights from the car made the approaching person seem monstrous! With a flashlight the overbearing figure tapped on the glass. So I rolled down the window. A very surprisingly sensual voice asked me what the problem was.
I said: "No Problem Officer". She then asked why I was speeding. "I didn't know" was my response. She then asked me to step out of the car. Her request was granted very quickly. Her uniform was very tight-fitting from top to bottom. I couldn't see her eyes because I was being blinded by the flashlight. I was relieved when it was finally turned off. Her hair was tucked under her hat. I noticed her name tag read 'Vasquez'. Some very large breast remained chastened behind some barely fastened buttons. A rather firm rear end protruded out as she turned side ways to examine my car. This was one amazing woman! She wielded so much power and authority it was overly-intoxicating. With a fairy-like voice she asked if she could search me.
"You meant my car right"? I asked, but she said "no! I talking about you!" I stared at those red, ripened lips and was mesmerized. She then shoved me against the car and began frisking me.
“Hey wait a minute! I know my rights!" My proclamation only made her more aggressive. I couldn't help myself. My body was already reacting to her hands being all over me! And she noticed this also.
"Oh I see!" she said. "Is that your private stash of contraband? I need to see it!" Her handcuffs were then pulled out. And she said "I need to take you in".
"What the hell is going on!" I yelled. But she ignored me and put the handcuffs on me, and then shoved me into the back seat of her car. She then drove off like a cop in high speed chase! But we were going further from town. My mind was blurred with confusion. I kept asking her where she was taking me. And the only response I got was “SHUT UP!"
She then made a turn onto an old dirt road. I was getting scared. The car finally came to a stop after a very bumpy ride on the unpaved road. She opened the door and pulled me out. She just stared at me for a second.
"I need to see that contraband," she said, and began groping and squeezing my groin area. I couldn't speak or move. With one hand she covered my mouth and with the other...her fingers slowly pulled down my zipper. Her eyes were enchanting and had the look of determination in them. She then dropped to her knees and reached inside and pulled my swollen manhood out.
She then proceeded to unbutton her blouse. Next she unfastened a very stretched bra. The two large breasts seemed relieved being freed from such confinement. She then placed my aching rod between them and began squeezing and massaging it. My legs began to shake and weakened knees started to buckle from this unbidden yet much needed pleasure! I could feel the pressure growing and growing. My hands were still handcuffed behind my back and I felt helpless. I had closed my eyes. And then I felt the warm, wet sensation of her hot mouth. Those lips and mouth worked in unison with a soft tongue. She suckled me with such skill and precision. I wanted to be free of the handcuffs but it didn’t really matter. I couldn't take it any more. My moans grew louder which seemed to only make her speed up the process. She tugged on me faster and harder. And then instinctively she stared into my eyes. As I released all of my built up stress and tension, involuntary convulsions shook my body! I was moaning very loudly like some dying animal. It felt so good I nearly fell over. She had taken me to new heights of pleasure!
She then said that that was a warning and that I should slow down and be more careful in future. I laughed.
“Hey Honey could you please remove these handcuff?” She laughed too and said "You're lucky I'm married to you! I could have used excessive force on you if you had resisted."
"Don't worry officer 'Vasquez' - next time I will!"
