"Oh, that's great." Becky looked in her rear view mirror at the flashing red and blue lights. "That's just fucking great."
Becky's day had already been a day from hell. Actually, her whole month had been nothing but stress and chaos. From the outside looking in, Becky seemed to have a great life. She and her husband Bob, were still technically newlyweds, having been married just under a year. They made the perfect couple - young, gorgeous and were totally in love with each other.
Since the wedding, they had been leasing a gorgeous, though somewhat small, condo in a nice middle class neighborhood. They had planned on living there until they could afford a nice home of their own. But that all changed when the entire complex had been sold out to make room for a new shopping center. They were suddenly told that they had to move out at the end of their lease, just two short months away. So, for the last month, she and her husband had been busting their butts working slave hours, picking up as much overtime as they could to be able to afford a decent down payment on a nice home.
Becky's job as an emergency room nurse was already hectic to begin with. But now that she was picking up extra shifts, she never knew if she was coming or going. And, as if her job was not stressful enough, her new boss was a complete asshole, who seemed to delight in making everyone around him miserable. But, she couldn't afford to take a transfer and a probable pay cut until the house was bought.
The result of all these crazy hours was that Becky and her husband were seeing less and less of each other. When one was coming, the other was going. She couldn't remember the last time they even slept in the same bed together. And when they do, they are usually both so tired they fall straight to sleep. And that was another problem. Their sex life had taken a major hit during all this mess, which up to this point had been extremely active. They had gone from making love 4 or 5 times a week, to almost nothing. She could count on her hand the number of times they had sex the past month.
So tonight, Becky decided to force the issue and spend some quality time together. She had gotten off from the hospital at a semi reasonable hour. And although her husband was still working, she knew he would have a lunch break coming later in the evening. It was a beautiful summer evening, so she packed a beautiful picnic lunch, complete with table cloth to spread on the ground and a CD player for romantic music. Her plan was to have a nice, peaceful meal under the stars together, then fuck his brains out before he had to go back to work.
Becky dressed for the occasion, wearing a very tight black leather mini skirt and cotton halter top. She glanced in the full length mirror in their bedroom. The outfit made her look slutty, the exact look she was going for. He flame red hair was tied up, with gentle swirls falling about her face. Her large, c-cup breasts, which looked even larger then they were on her small 5'4" frame, were barely held back by the cloth of her halter. The skirt hugged her hips perfectly. He turned and looked a killer ass that was tight and round. She blew herself a kiss. Her husband did not stand a chance. She then drove to their favorite park to a nice secluded area that they both knew well. Outdoor sex is a favorite of theirs. And this time of night, they could be certain of total privacy. She text messaged her husband and told him to get his ass up there on his lunch for some hot food and hotter pussy. He wrote back that he would be there as soon as he could, but they had been extremely busy all night and it might take a bit.
Becky laid everything out perfectly, including real plates, cups and silverware. She even had a candle for romantic effect. She had also brought wine coolers. She knew he couldn't drink and then go back to work, but that shouldn't stop her. besides, drinking always made her horny. Not that she needed the extra help tonight. It had been so long, a stiff breeze blowing up her skirt would probably set her off.
A half hour passed. She texted him back and asked where he was. No answer. She realized he must be very busy. She of all people understood the demands of a hectic job. A few wine coolers and an hour later, she realized he was probably not coming. The food had long gone cold, and so had she. She packed everything up and climbed into her car. Extremely discouraged, she started to drive away, wondering how things could possibly get worse. And now she was being pulled over.
She eased her car to the side of the parking lot. With the bright lights, she could barely make out the silhouette of the officer walking towards her car. She suddenly realized that she had been drinking, and prayed that the officer could not smell it on her. When the officer reached her vehicle, he had his flashlight pointed at her face. She squinted up to see him, but all she saw was the light. Then she heard his rugged, deep voice.
"Ma'am, may I ask what you are doing up here this late at night. You do realize the park is closed?"
"Yes sir" she answered. "I was suppose to meet my husband up here for a romantic moonlight picnic, but the ass stood me up."
"A man should be shot for leaving a beautiful woman up here all alone" he said. He honestly meant it. Even in this dim light, he could see the beauty of her slightly freckled face framed by gorgeous red hair. And a blind man could not have missed her ample breasts filling out her halter top.
He leaned closer to the car and sniffed out loud. "Ma'am, have you been drinking tonight?"
Oh Shit. Here it comes, she thought. "I did have a couple of wine coolers earlier, but that's all, really" she said. She could feel a slight buzz, but did not think she was anywhere near intoxicated.
"Step out of the car ma'am."
Becky shut the car off and stepped out. For the first time she got a good look at the officer. He was extremely handsome, young, and filled out his uniform very well, his muscles stretching the sleeves of his shirt to the point they looked as if they would split open. His dazzling blue eyes she could even see in this dim light. He also was getting an eye full. Her tight skirt hugged her in just the right places. Below the skirt her long, lean legs led down to a sexy pair of high heels. She looked more like a street walker then a frustrated housewife. The fact did not escape her that he was roaming his eyes over her young body. This started her juices flowing once again.
The officer told her she would have to go through a field sobriety test before he could let her go. This frustrated Becky, because she knew she was not drunk. But the way this hot young cop was eyeing her body, she thought it might be fun. He had her do the finger-to-nose thing, where she spread her arms out wide and tried to touch her nose. As she moved each each arm, she could feel her braless tits moving inside her tight halter. She could see that he noticed this also. He had her do a couple of more boring tests, then one she had never heard of before.
"Take your shoes off ma'am" he said. This puzzled her, but she did it anyway. She turned away from him and slowly bent at the waist, reaching down to take off each shoe, causing her long legs to stretch tight. His eyes roamed up her lean legs to the hem of her tight skirt that stopped just short of her ass. He knew she was putting on a show for him. He then told her to start hopping on one foot. She shot him a doubtful look, but he repeated his order. She started slowly hopping on her right foot. He told her to go faster. As she did so, her large breasts were bouncing up and down wildly. This is exactly why he had her do this test, which of course was not a real test. He just wanted to she her tits bouncing. Becky caught onto this pretty quickly, as she saw that he was not being shy at all about staring directly at her bouncing boobies.
He had her stop after a couple of minutes. When she did, she could clearly see that he had apparently enjoyed the view. A very nice bulge was forming in the front of his uniform pants. The fact that she was turning him on caused her own arousal to grow. She absolutely loved teasing men, and women for that matter. Its all good.
