Under the Influence (Cop Erotica)

“Keep your hands on the vehicle!” He barked.

Her mind went blank. She planted her hands down hard, and sucked her breath in with a gasp.

Nothing moved for a moment. She began to wonder how long she’d have to wait when something caught her eye – it was him, reflected in her windshield. He’d moved closer, standing right behind her. She’d swear she could feel the heat from him on her ass. Fuck, he can probably feel the heat from me, she thought. She was so wet, and beginning to tingle all over. She had pins and needles, just looking at his shadowy reflection, watching her face in the windshield.

He didn’t appear to move at all, when suddenly she could feel his hand slide between her legs. His fingers rested between her thighs, while his thumb toyed with the hem of her very short dress.

For a moment, they were both motionless. And then, almost without meaning to, she tilted her ass towards him just a little bit more. It was enough. He slid his fingers up and down along the length of her thighs in short little strokes, like he was actually checking for tiny little weapons. She sighed, and he laughed.

He just laughed. A deep, low, lazy chuckle.

“Keep your hands on the vehicle, ma’am.”