Ah the sundress, it is such a lovely article of clothing. I always feel so good when I wear a sundress. My skin has that sun kissed glow to it, thin straps just begging to slip off the shoulder. The ride of my breast outlined just below a flimsy hem, and that crevasse that exists between my succulent tits invites a slight tease.
That flowy material dancing in the breeze, occasionally lending a peek to my world underneath. I feel sexy.
All day was such a great day. It's summer, how could it not be right. Long warm days beach side, grilling out with friends and family. No plans. It really is a great feeling.
By the time we wrapped up and everyone slowly departed, I headed out myself. It was dusk and the evening darkness began creeping in. When I rounded the curve, I saw an SUV police cruiser tucked away quietly in a little spot off the road.
It was instant. My body felt that spark, that reaction. As if a switch was flipped on to open the floodgates of my lust. My pussy suddenly moistened and my clit throbbed.
My brain begged the question "What the fuck?"
Thinking that may not even be him, but that fact was irrelevant. My body nagged me to think about the previous two occurrences with the officer who stokes this lust.
My mind replayed the previous encounters over and over arousing me every time. Creating a sort of craving for more. I've touched myself to the memory of it. I began to desire more of his company, that firm hand and authoritative tone he took with me. My pussy was thirsty for it again.
When I rounded the next curve after passing the cruiser, I pulled off briefly and put my car in park. I unbuckled my seat belt and reached under my dress to shimmy my panties off tossing them into the passenger seat next to me.
I smirked to myself, put my car in gear, then flipped a bitch.
I rounded the first corner and became a bit anxious. There sat the car, dark and secluded. I slowly crept by, inching along likely much slower than was necessary.
"Way to be obvious you slut" was my instant thought.
I rounded the next curve, looking into my mirror at the darkness behind me, I increased my speed to gain distance between us. I realized I loved the chase of it.
Every time he has pulled me over, I felt that looming authority figure. The power imbalance between us excites me. I felt small, as he stood over me. He used firm but soft tones. He spoke with confidence. His words were commanding even though they were not loud or aggressive. Almost as if his tone were slightly suggestive in its delivery. Coaxing a reaction.
Suddenly, the blur of headlights in my rear view snapped me back from my thoughts and pulled my focus to actually driving. It wasn't my goal to break the law to prompt him to pull me over. I knew he could make something up to create the encounter.
I couldn't tell if the headlights coming up behind me was actually a cop car, but then the red and blue colors filled the darkness around us. I couldn't help but smile.
I kept driving for a short time until I came upon a side road to pull off. He followed, parking behind me and by this time, my pussy was seeping between my thighs. I had no control over it.
I turned my car off as he walked up to my open window anticipating our contact.
Then he spoke.
I melted, almost letting a whimper escape my lips when I heard him.
"Good evening ma'am." He opened.
"How is your night going, just out for a night time drive?" He continued.
He pulled out his flashlight and began shining it inside, inspecting my car. It hovered some time over my body, beaming down my chest and over my lap. My dress had shifted slightly revealing my thick thighs in its clumsy placement.
