"Great, just fucking great!" I thought as I pulled to the side of the road in recognition of the blue lights behind me. The last thing I needed right now was a fucking ticket. After the third 12-hour day this week, all I wanted to do was get home and rest before the one tomorrow. I couldn't tell you how fast I was going because I was too busy masturbating to notice. I pulled out my handy drivers license and got ready for the usual bullshit so I could get home and get off, and still get in bed at a decent hour. I didn't bother to pull my skirt down, cause I knew I'd finish the job by the time the cop got done.
When the cop got to my window, I looked up and saw one of the finest black men I have seen in my entire life. He was so tall and so dark…and his hands were huge. The only thing I could think of was how good those fingers would feel in my wet pussy. "Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked politely in a seductively deep voice. "Well, sir, my guess is I was either speeding or swerving." He chuckled when he saw my disarrayed skirt and pruned fingers. "Miss…Jones…just exactly what were you doing to be so distracted? Where are you headed?"
"Well, Officer…" I strained to read his name tag, "…Williams, I'm headed home. Busy week at work and been doing overtime. As for what I was doing…I like to think of it as relieving stress." The officer smiled. Then I spoke again, "Sir, I don't want to be rude, but you kinda interrupted something. I'd really like to get back to it if I could, so if you are going to give me a ticket, go ahead. But when you are done with business...could you aid me in a little pleasure?" The officer smiled widely. He copied my address and license number onto the notepad he was holding in his hand. "Here is your license Miss Jones. I'm going to let you off with a warning. As for the rest…I am going to let you pull away. Go to the grocery store there on Main Street. I will meet you there and tell you where to meet me for your request…okay?" I nodded. "Good. If you don't show…I know where to come get you and give you that ticket." He smiled and nodded, and walked back to his car. Threat or no threat, I had no intention of not meeting him.