Jill's sweatpants were still wet in several places. She shifted her legs, and then frantically looked in her glove box for her insurance card. Her driver's license was in her purse... in her bedroom.
"Shit, shit, shit." Jill said between clenched teeth.
The police officer tapped her window with his pen. Jill lowered the window and presented her best real estate agent smile.
"Is there a problem, officer?" Jill asked.
"You tell me. Are you lost, little lady?" the police officer asked, eyeing the black bags in the back seat.
"No. I mean, yes. I think I took a wrong turn, but I'm okay now." Jill's smile holding steady.
"What's in the bags?" the officer pulled out a flashlight.
"Ummm, party favors. They're party favors for a bachelorette party for a friend of my daughter's." Jill offered.
"Mind if I have a look?" the officer asked.
"Do you have to? It's a little embarrassing. Besides, I really need to get home." Jill's smile began to fade.
"Look, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. I see something that looks suspicious. You look out of place. Something doesn't add up, and I want to check it out. If you're not doing anything illegal, you're free to go. Clear?" the officer explained, waiting for Jill to unlock the back door.
Jill slid her finger along the unlock switch and the police officer opened the door behind her. When he dumped the contents of the bags onto her back seat, he stepped back and laughed.
"Lady, if you're not telling the truth, you have issues." He smiled at her, closing the door.
"Can I go, now?" Jill asked.
"Yeah, you can go. Watch yourself, or someone else will." He added.
Jill read his nameplate. Friendly.
"Thank you, officer." Jill's smile returned, not exactly sure what he meant.
"Friendly, Officer Friendly." The policeman grinned. His white teeth were a stark contrast to his dark skin. He turned and walked back toward his patrol car. He spoke into his radio on his shoulder before getting inside, and then drove past her.
"He seemed nice," Jill thought, remembering what Sammy had said, and dismissing it as coincidence.
Jill managed to get home before her husband or daughter and quickly hid the party favors under her bed. She would be able to explain over $700 worth of dildos and vibrators to her husband easily enough, but her 18-year-old daughter might get other ideas. Her daughter had started her freshman year of college only a month ago, but she still came home almost every other weekend to spend time with her high school friends or Jill's sister with the huge in-ground pool.
It was Friday. Her husband's flight was scheduled to land in an hour. She had just enough time to take a bath.
As Jill undressed, she looked at herself a little differently in the mirror. She remembered the video in the adult bookstore, and how the young white girl had her hairless pussy fucked hard by two hairless black dicks.
She may have been 38 years old, but her body looked better than most girls half her age.
Jill tugged at the barely noticeable tuft of orange pubic hair. She pressed some of her husband's shaving cream into her hand, and then lightly tapped it on her pubic mound. She rinsed his razor under hot water, and then, with one swipe, shaved the few remaining strands of hair from above her pussy. Jill wiped her mound clean with a washcloth, and then stepped in front of her full-length mirror to admire the new look.
"Not bad." Jill thought out loud as she turned side to side.
Naked, she walked back to the bed, and knelt down. She reached under the bed for one of the boxed dildos.
"Not that one," Jill shoved it back under and reached for another.
"There we go." Jill beamed.
She opened the cardboard box and let a chocolate-colored 10" dildo fall onto the bed. The toy was molded after a porn star, and was one of the more expensive models thanks to the featured hand-painted veins and suction-cupped base.
The head of the toy was easily as thick as Jill's wrist and became wider toward the base.
