It was late, and the night was hot and sultry as the convertible raced along the dry, red clay road.  The air burned as the hundred degrees plus heat made the evening feel like a sauna.  Audrey’s hair whipped about her face, providing the only cooling sensation to her skin as the ends brushed against her cheeks.  The road was long, straight and empty with her car the only one in sight.  Looking in the rear view mirror, she could see the swirls of red dust billowing behind as she accelerated.  She wanted only to get home, get out of her damp, wilted clothes and have a nice tall glass of iced tea.   Working in the prison all evening and dealing with a bunch of angry women made her wish for nothing but the peace and quiet of her own home. 

A billboard announcing Chuck’s diner loomed to her left, reminding her that she still had a fifteen-minute drive ahead of her.  As she roared past the billboard, she caught the beam of lights switching to life from behind the panels of the sign. 

“Damn….damn…damn…fucking patrol.”  She fumed as she began to release her foot off the gas pedal.  She reached over and turned down the volume on her radio that had been playing loud enough to wake the dead, if any had been close enough to hear. 

The patrol car pulled out onto the dirt road, fishtailing as it fought to stay close behind the speeding convertible. The blue lights mounted its the roof swirled, accompanying the howling siren.  Audrey debated outracing it but knew her old car would not have the speed to run fast enough to get out of range.   

Spotting a road leading into a field less than three hundred feet in front of her, she slowed down to a crawl until she was able to pull the car over and turned off the engine.  She watched as the patrol car pulled in blocking her car from the side.  She sat quietly, waiting for the patrol officer to come to her window.  It felt like a lifetime before she saw the officer open the car door and stroll toward her car.  She was surprised to see it was a woman.  She smiled softly as she noted how sexy the officer looked in her uniform. 

The officer walked up and kicked lightly against her car door saying, “Miss, get out of the car.” 

“Officer, what did I do?” Audrey asked innocently. 

“Just get out of the car.”  She was ordered again. 

“Tell me why you stopped me first.” 

“Get out of the car, now.” the officer stated roughly, as she reached down and opened the door. 

Audrey unhooked her seat belt and slid nervously out of the car.   

“What do you want?”  She asked with a slight quiver in her voice. 

The officer reached out, grabbed her by the arm, spun her around and forced her to lean over the hood of the car.  She kicked Audrey’s legs apart making it impossible for her to stand back up from this position.   

“Stay where you are.  Don’t move.”  The officer said gruffly.  “I’m going to search you for concealed weapons.”   

The officer slid her hands over Audrey’s back, across her shoulders, down her sides and back up her spine.  She paused shortly before she began to frisk Audrey’s legs.  She started at her hips and ran her hands down first the right leg and then the left, wrapping her fingers snugly around Audrey’s legs as she felt for weapons. 

The officer smiled tightly as she stepped closer and ran one hand between the woman’s legs, pressing firmly against her crotch.  She could feel the damp heat in the vee of Audrey’s pants that the hot summer night had created.  She slowly ran her fingers deeper, pressing snugly against Audrey’s sensitive pussy lips. 

Audrey groaned and pressed harder against the hood of the car, grinding her mound against the fender as she felt the officer’s wandering fingers pressing her wet center. 

“Turn around.”  The officer said huskily next to Audrey’s ear. 

Audrey turned and looked at the officer.  She could see the lust glinting from her dark eyes.  As Audrey watched, the officer ran her tongue over her lips as she reached out and ran both hands over Audrey’s chest.  She squeezed the breasts firmly in her hands, making Audrey moan aloud and lean into the grasp.  The officer unbuttoned Audrey’s blouse and pushed her bra up out of the way.  She leaned closer and ran her tongue over the puckered nipples that were visible to her eyes.  Audrey groaned at the sensation but didn’t move.  She was excited at being touched in full view of any one that could drive by suddenly. 

The officer drew back, reached out and unbuckled Audrey’s pants.  She ran her hands beneath her underwear, pushing her pants and underclothes down until they dropped at her feet.  She reached out and spread Audrey’s legs further apart as she leaned in and whispered, “Body search.” 

The officer pressed her hand against Audrey’s crotch where she ran her fingers briskly through the curly hair and parted her lips wider.  Audrey pushed down, pressing against the fingers that were touching the sensitive skin of her pussy.  She groaned and threw her head back as she felt a fingertip teasing her clit. 

“Nothing there,” the officer softly said as she slid her finger lower. “I guess I’ll check inside.” 

She turned her hand against Audrey’s slit and pressed her finger into her now wet sheath.  She pushed deeper, moving the digit in and out as she twisted it back and forth.  Audrey reached out and grasped the officer’s shoulders to keep from collapsing as waves of pleasure swept through her body.   

As the officer drove in and out of her body, Audrey rocked up, then, down, on the finger invading her slit.  She moved faster as the officer added a second finger, driving harder and deeper into her now soaking wet crevice.  As the officer twisted and rammed faster, Audrey rose on tiptoe as she finally gushed against the fingers invading her body.   

Audrey collapsed against the car, barely able to stand as the officer pulled out her fingers.  She could feel her secretions running warmly down her legs as the officer reached down and pulled her pants back up.  The officer refastened her pants, positioned her bra back in place and re-buttoned her blouse, just as she had found it.   

When the officer was done, she pulled Audrey away from the car and held her against her body as she kissed her on the lips.  With her soft, southern drawl she whispered, “Consider this a warning.  Slow down or the next time may be more severe.” 

The officer opened Audrey’s car door and helped her back inside before returning to her patrol car.  She watched as the woman drove away once more into the night, knowing that it would be just a matter of time before she ran into her again.  As the officer sat there in the dark, she rewound the video that had been filmed during the encounter, watching the scene between herself and the woman.  The camera only caught her from the back but clearly showed the woman against the car.  Her expressions were visible to the officer vividly, bringing back the memory of her actions. She lifted her right hand and sniffed her fingers.  After reviewing the cam, she removed the tape and replaced it with a fresh one, stuffing the used film in her uniform jacket, which lay on the passenger seat.  The officer picked up her clipboard and noted the information that she had collected from the license bureau.  Nodding her head, she tucked the paper in her pocket, knowing that without a doubt she would be paying a visit in the near future to Audrey Buckmyer.

The End