lowered the flashlight beam a little, and she could see
him now, lit from below. And what a sight it was. Clean shaven, dark hair, dark
eyes, gruff buzz cut. And built. God, was he built. He even had muscles in his
neck. How does that happen? She wondered. Are there neck exercises?
“Ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?”
“I know why I hope you pulled me over.” She said under her
breath, and then immediately thought: oh, fuck .
“Ma’am?”
This time she couldn’t keep from giggling. This was too
ridiculous.
“Nothing, officer. I’m sorry.” She looked up, and saw his
jaw flex, and had to turn away to try to stifle another nervous giggle. “Sorry.
Um, no. I don’t know why you pulled me over, sir. I really am sorry.”
Really? She had to get the giggles now? Of all times?
The officer seemed to be studying her.
“Have you had a good night, ma’am?” He said calmly.
Jessie felt as though she were watching herself from far
away, in a sort of horror, as she said, “I’ve had a frustrating night, officer.”
She was pretty sure she even batted her eyelashes. There was
a pause, as though something she’d grown accustomed to had momentarily stopped.
The officer’s breathing, for example. Or maybe her own.
“Is that so?” He finally said.
“Yes.” She breathed. Maybe she was possessed by Marilyn
Monroe or something. That would make about as much sense as anything else. She
couldn’t help herself from trying to get a good look at this man in her window.
She could smell his aftershave, which was the cheap kind, but it melded well
with his natural scent. Almost spicy, in a really delicious way. And she could
see his hands, big and rough looking. And that voice…
“Can I see your license and registration, please?”
“Sure. It’s in the glove compartment.” She said, and reached
across to the passenger side. And then, again with a vague sense of horror, she
looked over her shoulder and heard herself say, “Is that all you want to see,
sir?”
Holy crap, Jess, she thought to herself. What are you doing ?
To make it worse, she was sure she heard him chuckle. Just a
little.
“Just give me your license and registration, ma’am.”
She fumbled with the glove compartment, and though she
struggled valiantly, a few tickets fell out, along with one of her sister’s
troll dolls from 1995 and a McDonald’s fries container. Right. Perfect.
She handed over her license and registration, and tried to
think of the least sexy things she could. None of it worked. And you know what,
she thought suddenly, why should it have to? Can’t I do something crazy once in
a while? What’s the big deal? This nurse’s uniform shouldn’t be wasted.
Jessie took a deep breath, and embraced her wild side.
“Is there anything else you want, officer?” She asked, as
coquettishly as she could.
There was a silence.
Oh, shit, Jessie thought. I’ve gone too far. I’m gonna get
arrested. I’ve ruined my life. Over what? Not getting laid in a few months? Her
mind raced while the silence stretched between them.
“Get out of the car.” He finally said.
Jessie’s heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t know what to
think. She was excited, that much was obvious. She’d basically given up hope of
being discreet. It was probably only sheer willpower that kept her nipples from
cutting straight through her cheap nurse’s costume, and her panties felt soaked
through. And part of her was hopeful, in a weird way, but mostly she was
scared. She definitely wasn’t acting like a normal person, and from what she
knew from television, cops tended to see that as a threat. Or at least an
annoyance. As she stepped out of her car, she felt her pussy lips slide
together, slick with moisture.
She stood as demurely as she could at the side of her
vehicle as he stepped back. She couldn’t help but think…no. That didn’t happen,
not in real life. He shined the flashlight beam on her face, and she
instinctively
him now, lit from below. And what a sight it was. Clean shaven, dark hair, dark
eyes, gruff buzz cut. And built. God, was he built. He even had muscles in his
neck. How does that happen? She wondered. Are there neck exercises?
“Ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?”
“I know why I hope you pulled me over.” She said under her
breath, and then immediately thought: oh, fuck .
“Ma’am?”
This time she couldn’t keep from giggling. This was too
ridiculous.
“Nothing, officer. I’m sorry.” She looked up, and saw his
jaw flex, and had to turn away to try to stifle another nervous giggle. “Sorry.
Um, no. I don’t know why you pulled me over, sir. I really am sorry.”
Really? She had to get the giggles now? Of all times?
The officer seemed to be studying her.
“Have you had a good night, ma’am?” He said calmly.
Jessie felt as though she were watching herself from far
away, in a sort of horror, as she said, “I’ve had a frustrating night, officer.”
She was pretty sure she even batted her eyelashes. There was
a pause, as though something she’d grown accustomed to had momentarily stopped.
The officer’s breathing, for example. Or maybe her own.
“Is that so?” He finally said.
“Yes.” She breathed. Maybe she was possessed by Marilyn
Monroe or something. That would make about as much sense as anything else. She
couldn’t help herself from trying to get a good look at this man in her window.
She could smell his aftershave, which was the cheap kind, but it melded well
with his natural scent. Almost spicy, in a really delicious way. And she could
see his hands, big and rough looking. And that voice…
“Can I see your license and registration, please?”
“Sure. It’s in the glove compartment.” She said, and reached
across to the passenger side. And then, again with a vague sense of horror, she
looked over her shoulder and heard herself say, “Is that all you want to see,
sir?”
Holy crap, Jess, she thought to herself. What are you doing ?
To make it worse, she was sure she heard him chuckle. Just a
little.
“Just give me your license and registration, ma’am.”
She fumbled with the glove compartment, and though she
struggled valiantly, a few tickets fell out, along with one of her sister’s
troll dolls from 1995 and a McDonald’s fries container. Right. Perfect.
She handed over her license and registration, and tried to
think of the least sexy things she could. None of it worked. And you know what,
she thought suddenly, why should it have to? Can’t I do something crazy once in
a while? What’s the big deal? This nurse’s uniform shouldn’t be wasted.
Jessie took a deep breath, and embraced her wild side.
“Is there anything else you want, officer?” She asked, as
coquettishly as she could.
There was a silence.
Oh, shit, Jessie thought. I’ve gone too far. I’m gonna get
arrested. I’ve ruined my life. Over what? Not getting laid in a few months? Her
mind raced while the silence stretched between them.
“Get out of the car.” He finally said.
Jessie’s heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t know what to
think. She was excited, that much was obvious. She’d basically given up hope of
being discreet. It was probably only sheer willpower that kept her nipples from
cutting straight through her cheap nurse’s costume, and her panties felt soaked
through. And part of her was hopeful, in a weird way, but mostly she was
scared. She definitely wasn’t acting like a normal person, and from what she
knew from television, cops tended to see that as a threat. Or at least an
annoyance. As she stepped out of her car, she felt her pussy lips slide
together, slick with moisture.
She stood as demurely as she could at the side of her
vehicle as he stepped back. She couldn’t help but think…no. That didn’t happen,
not in real life. He shined the flashlight beam on her face, and she
instinctively
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