I don't usually travel alone. I hate it. The loneliness, the not having anyone to talk to. It's just not my thing. The fact that I was having to drive alone to Atlanta was enough to really tick me off. My only saving grace? The brand new Saab convertible I was making the trip in. A new raise at work had warranted a new luxury for myself. I figured if I had to work to earn money, I might as well enjoy it. So, here I was, driving with the top down on a beautiful spring day, my sunglasses tipped down over my eyes. Instead of traveling down the main roads, I'd decided to take the lesser known side roads and make an adventure out of it. I had no idea just what kind of adventure I was in store for.
As I rounded a curve, I didn't realize I was doing eighty until I heard the siren behind me. Looking in my rearview mirror, I cursed myself when I saw the swirling red and blue lights on the motorcycle cop behind me. Pulling off to the shoulder, I turned the engine off and waited. As he approached the car, his sunglasses reflecting the sunlight, he asked me to get out of the car slowly. Having been stopped many times before (what can I say, I'm a lead foot), I knew the drill. I slowly stepped out of my car, closing the door and leaning back against it. A breeze blew through, flicking my already short skirt up revealing my upper thighs. I pushed it down and smiled sheepishly.
I've always had a weakness for a guy on a motorcycle, especially when they guy is built like a rock and wearing a uniform. Must be that female hormone thing or something. Officer James, as his name tag read, stepped up in front of me. He asked if I knew how fast I was going. I shook my head and said obviously too fast. He smiled. Obviously. He asked for my driver's license and registration. Turning, I leaned over the side of the car and reached for my purse. I wasn't really thinking, just doing, so I didn't think about the view I was giving him. As I leaned over, my skirt hiked up over my ass. Officer James was the recipient of an up close and personal view of my thong panties stretched between my cheeks. As I reached for my registration in the glove compartment, I ended up on my tip-toes, my skirt pulling even higher up. As I straightened and turned around, I noticed Officer James was staring at my ass and his pants were a little more snug around his groin than they had been before.
I handed him my paperwork and he went back to work, shifting slightly on his feet. As he wrote, I looked him up and down. Rock solid was the only thing that came to mind. Just as my eyes were going over his thighs, Officer James asked for proof of insurance. Again, I turned and leaned over the side of the car, reaching into my glove compartment. As I started to straighten, my footing slipped. Before I could react, Officer James had grabbed me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me back against him. My skirt had ridden up again so as he pulled me to him, my nearly bare ass came into direct contact with his groin, which was now hard as the rest of him.
