Copping A Feel

"Do you know why I stopped you, ma'am?"

The officer is so young. His blond hair, cropped close to his scalp, looks as soft as peach fuzz.

"Um…no?" I lie unconvincingly. I can’t afford a ticket.

"You’re going the wrong way down a one-way street," he says. I wonder why he became a cop. Wonder if he gets off on the power. The thought makes my stomach lurch apprehensively, but it also makes me moisten and swell.

"Step out of the car, please." His gaze flickers over my body, clearly visible through the sheer sundress. A shiver runs down my spine.

"I’m sorry," he says, "but I need to pat you down," and then he’s touching me, politely at first. I stifle a sudden, wild urge to laugh, but then he brushes against a nipple and I moan inadvertently. Abandoning all pretense, his hands roam over my ass, then back up my inner thighs. "Spread your legs," he murmurs in my ear, and I do, gasping when he pulls my skirt up and gropes me abruptly, discovering my wetness.

I hear the buckle, the zipper, then feel the head of his cock against my slit, nudging me thrillingly open and then sliding inside me easily. He pushes me down onto the car and begins to thrust. I'm over the top in seconds, my cunt pulsing uncontrollably. He fucks me harder, faster, and I come and come, transported, until he shudders, groaning with pleasure.

I get off with a warning…this time.

[written for Alison Tyler's "one way" contest]