Why do police officers stop cars? There's a variety of reasons. Things like speeding, erratic driving, some sort of obvious fault with a vehicle, a driver runs a stop sign. You know the sort of thing. And occasionally, boredom.
You'll be cruising around on your bike and for some reason it's a dull day. Not much traffic, especially when you're out in the country, and what there is, is law-abiding. So you get bored. To alleviate this you pull over the odd vehicle, do a quick vehicle check and hopefully wave them on their way, knowing that we're out here keeping an eye on things.
Oh, yes. One other little thing when you pull some random car over. Give them the old breathalyser. This gives them a smug feeling when they register clear and you do sometimes get someone who's had a bit too much.
That was my situation one sunny afternoon. I was bored. I was just cruising along, not in any hurry, running below the speed limit and letting cars pass me, running my eye over the occupants as they did so.
When this little red job went cruising past me with a couple of honeys in it my duty was clear. I sped up a little, lights flashing and tooting on the siren. They pulled over and this nice little blonde of about twenty peeped rather nervously out the window at me.
"I wasn't speeding," she said defensively. "Tell him Nicki. Tell him I wasn't speeding."
"She wasn't speeding, officer," the other girl called out. "Or not much, anyway."
"Nicki!" came the protesting wail. "I wasn't speeding at all. Honest."
"I'll take your word for that, ma'am," I said. "That's not why I pulled you over. It's just a random car check. If you'll excuse me, I'll just do a quick run over of your car."
I didn't really expect to find anything wrong with the car and I didn't. I smiled at the driver, reassuring her that all was fine.
"Before I go, I need to do a breath test," I said, producing the equipment. "If you could please blow in here until I tell you to stop. ."
From the reaction you'd think I'd ask for another type of blowjob.
"Um, I'd really rather not," she mumbled.
"I'd rather you did," I replied. "If you don't I've got to take you down to the station for a formal blood test and if you refuse that you can be charged. Much easier to just blow and go. A lot less paper work for me."
"But what if I'm over?" she wailed, flapping her hands around.
I hadn't smelled any alcohol and neither girl acted as though they'd been drinking. What was her problem?
"Have you had anything to drink in the last few hours?"
"We had wine with our lunch. If I'm over my dad will kill me."
"Lunch was a couple of hours ago," I pointed out. "Anything you had then will have started to leave your bloodstream by now. You should be safe."
"Stacey, why don't you do some quick exercises," suggested her friend. "Exercise helps reduce blood alcohol levels. I'm sure the officer won't mind if you did a little exercise before you blew in the bag."
Her friend, Nicki, leaned well forward to look out the window at me. Also, I'm quite sure, to make certain I got a decent look down her cleavage, and I'll admit it was worth looking.
Neither girl was over-endowed with clothes. Skimpy tops and shorts seemed to be the order of the day. I had no object to Stacey hopping out of the car and doing some exercises. Maybe skipping or a few jumping jacks. I was willing to bet that her anatomy would provide a nice bounce.
"OK by me," I said with a shrug, "as long as you don't take too long."
Nicki promptly piled out of the car and practically dragged Stacey around to the passenger side, out of my direct view. Nicki was obviously advocating some sort of exercise and Stacey seemed reluctant. Then Stacey ducked down and I couldn't see her unless I obviously snooped.
"Um, officer, you're a public servant, aren't you?" Nicki called to me.
"Yes," I said warily, knowing some people had a strange attitude as to what a public servant should do for the public.
"Then if a member of the public needs a hand, you can provide it, if it doesn't take you away from your duties?"
"Within reason," I said, suspecting a trap, but not sure where it lay.
"Then can you come around and help Stacey with her exercises?"
I was still suspicious as I walked around to the passenger side of the car, and rightly so, it turned out.
The front passenger door was open and Stacey was bending over, leaning into the car, hands on the seat. Her shorts and panties were down around her ankles. She was looking around towards me and her face was bright red and very nervous.
"Sex," Nicki said, "is a great exercise. They say sex is easily the equivalent of a fifteen minute jog. This will give Stacey all the exercise she needs and help burn out any alcohol left in her bloodstream. It's the perfect answer."
I figured that if anyone needed a bit of alcohol burned out of their bloodstream it was Nicki. She was deliberately doing her best to stitch Stacey up.
"This looks suspiciously like an attempt at bribery," I said.
"No it's not," retorted Nicki. "Bribery is given to get you not to perform your duty. We are quite willing to have you do your duty and have Stacey blow in your little pipe. We just want a little bit of assistance before you do so."
Standing where I was I could clearly see Stacey's bottom and the treasure between her legs. Unfortunately I could also see the reluctance on her face. Nicki was goading her indo doing something she didn't want to do and I was going to have no part of it.
Well, almost no part. I reached out and ran my hand lightly over Stacey's bottom, finishing with a light touch to her pussy. Her eyes opened wide and I thought she was going to scream. I stepped back.
"Almost you persuade me," I said, running my eyes suggestively over Nicki's figure, lingering for a moment on her breasts. "Almost."
"Kinky," murmured Nicki. "Does this help?"
