It had been another crazy few days at work and I was enjoying the long ride home, even with the traffic, as it gave me some much needed time to unwind before I got home to my kids. I think I'd been enjoying it too much because about a mile past the tunnel I looked up to find flashing lights coming up behind me. Great, I thought; this is just what I needed. A perfect ending to a perfect day; a ticket. So I gently pulled off the side of the interstate, rolled my window down and sat there with my hands on the wheel, waiting.
As I sat there watching him exit his vehicle in my rear view mirror I started wondering what it was about a man in uniform that was such a turn on for me. Little did I know at that point, I was going to find out. The officer walked up next to my window and in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard said, Don't you think you were going a little fast, Babe? My first thought was, Just who does this Officer think he is, calling me babe. Of course if his body looked half as good under that uniform as it did in it I think I'd probably let him call me anything he'd like.
I told him that I did know how fast I was going; once I saw his flashing lights and looked down at the speedometer. Then he really took me by surprise. He still hadn't requested my license, registration, insurance, etc. The next words out of his mouth were, Well Diana, I don't think I'm going to give you a ticket this time, but I would like to give you something else. How did he know my name? All of a sudden it clicked, this was Ethan.
He and I had been talking online for some time and I hadn't even been really sure that he was a police officer. So many people on line lie, so I'm usually pretty skeptical to start. It didn't register at first when he came up to the side of my car because he'd apparently given me a phony last name online, as it didn't match the nametag on his uniform. Now I got really nervous.
This man and I have been talking daily, playing on the web cam and now here he is standing so close to me that I can feel his breath on my skin. Being miles and miles apart talking on the phone or looking at each other on the computer seems so safe and harmless. Now I'm just inches from this man with the gun on his hip. What have I gotten myself into?
We both pulled off the interstate to a lot at one of the marinas and talked for a while, just like old friends. He was telling me about the local area, about his job, all the buttons, lights and controls in the patrol car, etc. He asked if I wanted to get that cup of coffee we've been talking about for ages, so I said sure and that I'd meet him at Starbucks.
He had a reported accident he had to attend to first, so I was already half way through my caramel macchiato when he arrived. We enjoyed our coffee at one of the outdoor tables, trying to decide what to do next. I laughed and said, Aren't you still on duty? He said that he was, but that he had a little time as long as he didn't get any emergency calls. I chuckled when he recommended going to his place for a while, since it was so close.
I told him I was a little hesitant about any initial dates not in a public place, but since I now knew his real name, where he works and would in a few minutes know where he lives; I suppose it would be okay to make an exception. So we hopped back in our vehicles and I followed him back to his condo, hoping that a different trooper didn't chose to stop me and give me a real ticket while I was trying to keep up with Ethan.
