Highway Patrol

The beam from his flash-light through the car window is directed into her eyes and she can see nothing but it. Briefly it drops and identifies that she is showing much of her full cleavage then back to her eyes. He holds the light up high so there is no chance to identify him.

“Ma'am, gonna need ya papers, his voice is gravelly and stern.

Angie looks around the car, “um, it's on the back seat, OK if I reach over to get it?”

There's a pause before the guy says, “So, OK, you’re a limey, ah, I mean a Brit, right”.

It's a rhetorical question so she doesn’t answer but turns back to the blinding light, “So OK if I do then?”

At his “OK” she unbuckles and twists her body then leans around the driver seat grasping for her bag which is almost out of her reach. As she stretches further the beam is directed onto her ass which Angie knows that her short dress is no longer covering. The tiny orange thong under the dress covers nothing. She hears the guy clear his throat and the beam stays fixed on her rear end. She stretches out even further. Before turning back she pulls the dress off one shoulder to expose a lil more cleavage.

“Um... not too sure what you want, got this, is it OK?”, Angie smiles baring her straight, white teeth. She hands out of the window her British plastic driver licence.

The flash-light is not sure where to point first, at the licence, at her half naked breast or at the hem of the dress which is now so high up her thighs that the crotch of the thong shows orange in the light. It chooses her face then the plastic photo-licence.

“Ah Ma'am, the photo here don’t do you a bit of justice... ah, I mean... ah...”.

Angie smiles her most innocent yet sexy smile, folds her hands in her lap, avoiding covering the orange panties. “ Why thank you officer, how gallant, are all American policemen so cute and kind as you?”

The policeman clears his throat again and cant resist spot-lighting her boobs and crotch. He seems transfixed and seconds go by in silence.

“Gosh isn’t the night so hot, and the um... thingy that blows cold air seems to have gone wrong. Could I possibly get out to get some air? Bet you American cops, may I call you that...? You’re all so clever bet you could fix the thingy for me so I don’t get hot and moist.” Now Angie's smile had lost it's innocence and had an element of the big 'come-on' about it.

The door mechanism clunks and the door opens, a hand enters the beam of light and waits to be taken by hers.

Angie giggles like a schoolgirl and holds out a hand that looks like a toy against that of the cop. “Oh goodness, my hero, my knight in shining amour, how wonderful, thank you.” The light illuminates her boobs as she steps out.

Although the cop steps back to allow her by Angie deliberately stumbles and falls toward the guy. In his eagerness to catch her his flash-light falls to the ground. His hand reaches out and by clever manoeuvring Angie manages to pull the dress completely off the shoulder and place a now naked breast in his palm.

By the light of passing cars Angie sees the look of horror on the cop's face. However shocked he is it doesn’t prevent him from giving her firm breast a wonderful squeeze. She tries desperately to look shocked. The cop stands back and retrieves his flash-light; Angie redresses her breast, pulls her dress to a reasonable length and straightens her hair.

The pair look at one-another then after a second or to both grin like cheshire cats. The officer once again clears his throat. Angie giggles.

“Pull the hood ma'am and I’ll see if I can't see what’s troubling the AC”, his voice has returned to its officious tone.

“Hood?” cries Angie incredulously, “it's got a tin top”, she slaps the top of the car hard.

“Huh?” he points to the front of the car, “The hood ma'am, the HOOD!” Maybe he thinks she is a child or dumb or possibly both, the way he says it.

“He may be a hunk but everyone knows its not a hood, it's a bonnet”, thinks the girl.

“Um...”, is all she says before the cop moves her aside, reaches into the car and pulls the hood.

After a brief inspection he gives his verdict. “Yuh, broken belt, you need a new one I'll radio for a breakdown” Returning from his patrol car he confirms that it would be an hour, but she wouldn’t have to worry he would stay with her till the car was fixed.

Angie stands leaning on the 'hood' as he termed it he stands facing her and they chat idly. Hopefully the speeding citation was forgotten. To be sure Angie put into operation a lil plan.

As they talk she casually takes hold of the hem of her dress with both hands and fans it against her legs. The cop desperately tries to keep his eyes on her face but almost of their own volition they drop for a second or two to appreciate the thighs that his flash-light illuminates. Carelessly the girl becomes over enthusiastic and soon she is fanning her nether region too. The tiny crotch to the thong flashes in and out of the guy's vision. He lifts his cap and wipes his brow.

Suddenly, “oh, gotta pee, shine the light so I can see! Quickly! At the rear wheel Angie crouches in the beam, pulls aside her thong and issues a stream of hot liquid.

The cop turns off the light to maintain the young girl's modesty.

“Hey! Turn that bloody light on or I'll ruin my shoes” she yells.

He obeys instantly and stares transfixed at the scene before his eyes. Angie squatting facing him her dress pulled up around her waist, one hand holding the tiny fabric of the thong away from the golden stream that continues to issue from between her thighs. If he had been a student of female anatomy he could write a dissertation on the subject of this girl's lower anatomy. He notes every beautiful detail of that choochie for the description he would report to his buddies back at the station.

Finally, and with a representation of the Colorado river flowing to the ditch, the girl stands up. She pulls off the thong and throws it down claiming that it was wet and of no further use to her. The cop notes where it fell; there would be time when the girl was on the road again to clear up the litter that she discarded. He would let her off a litter citation. Why was she staring at him?

“Well? Where has that chivalry gone? I need a tissue or handkerchief!” she seems annoyed that he hadn’t thought of it.

He grins to himself. This Brit girl was so dumb, he would offer his handkerchief, let her use it on that gorgeous pussy then take it back. What a trophy.

The cop watches mesmerized as the Brit, with no self-consciousness, stands with the beam of light focused on her choochie while she meticulously wipes every nook and cranny of it, even pushing his cloth between the lips. He prays that there would be some of her juice soaked into it.

Angie smiles a sweet but sexy smile at the cop and thanks him profusely for being such a good Samaritan in her hour of need. The handkerchief safely in his pocket he couldn’t wait for the first opportunity to put it to his nose and smell her natural scent.

“Oh my god, I've got to dash”, cries Angie, “would you, could you, be an angel and cancel the tow truck, pleeeeeeze? I'll be OK honest I can strip off in the car”. To prove it the girl opens the car door and as she slides into the seat pulls the dress over her head.

In the beam of his flash-light the patrolman stares at the naked girl as the car accelerates away. He takes out the handkerchief, put it to his nose and breathes deeply. British pussy!

Angie floors the gas pedal and punches the air with her fist. “Y E S!”, at the cost of a pair of panties, another speeding ticket avoided.

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