The Right to Remain Silent

Alysia shifted nervously and played with the hem of her skirt. Eric leaned over to the glove box to find the registration and that’s when the cop pointed the flashlight on her. Her heart was pounding but she was frozen in her seat. Why had she gotten so frisky and decided to try to spice things up on the highway, she wondered to herself.

After Eric handed him the items he requested the cop said, “I think you two know why I pulled you over.”

“I think so,” Eric replied. Alysia kept her mouth shut.

“Ma’am, I need you to step out of the vehicle and bring your license with you please.”

“Is this necessary?” Eric asked.

“Given what she was doing, yes sir, it’s necessary.” He pointed the light into the car at her and repeated his order, “Step out of the car ma’am and come with me.”

She was digging her license out of her small purse and when she found it she reached for the door handle. Her hand was shaking badly and she felt that her legs were weak because of how nervous she was. She heard the cop say, “Stay here sir. Do not exit the vehicle or I’ll have no choice but to arrest you.”

Once she stepped into the cool of the night air she walked to the back of the car where the cop met up with her. The flashlight shone in her face and she couldn’t make out his features as they walked back to his cruiser.

“Stand up against the car and spread’em,” his order was terse and full of authority but she was confused. She carried no gun or contraband and didn’t think she looked like the lawless type. Sure she was giving her husband a blow job but did that warrant this?

“I’m not armed, sir,” she replied meekly as she faced the car but didn’t follow the orders to the letter.

“I said spread’em ma’am. Unless you want me to cuff you and bring you in?”

She did as he said but kept her hands at her side.

“Put your hands up on the car where I can see them,” was his next order barked at her.

After her hands were on the car she began to realize that very few cars were on the highway and her car was much farther away than she realized. They were in virtual darkness and the cruisers headlights were shining on the car Eric sat in.

“I want you to tell me what you were doing in the car that was causing your husband to swerve,” he said from some point down low, behind her. Then Alysia felt his hands circle her ankle and slide up her leg slowly. It would have been a search for weapons for someone wearing pants but her legs were bare and so she felt his fingers caress her leg while he slowly moved them up to her knee.

“Um,” she replied. “I was giving him a… a blow job.” Her cheeks flushed with her embarrassment at admitting the deed.

His hands continued up her thigh one on the outside and one on the inner side. Her legs were spread as he ordered her and suddenly she remembered that she wasn’t wearing panties. The pounding of her heart in her chest caused her to heave her chest with each intake of breath. When he reached the top of her thigh, the back of his hand brushed against her bare pussy and she held her breath. His hands moved back down to her other ankle.

“Ma’am, I said exactly what you were doing. Start at the beginning.”

“I don’t understand,” she replied and her voice shook with her nerves.

“Point by point, ma’am. Or shall I call you Alysia?”

For one frantic moment she was trying to figure out how he knew her name, completely forgetting the fact that he had her license. When she realized how he would know it she was able to breathe better. But his hands sliding up her left leg caused her to panic once again.

“Point by point, ma’am. Don’t make me cuff you.” His voice was stern but there was something about it that had changed. It was more breathy or something. She couldn’t tell because the pounding of her heart in her ears made it hard to decipher.

“I suppose I should have thought more but I unzipped my husband’s shorts and began to stroke him and before I knew it I was giving him a blow job.” She didn’t want to admit that she had planned it all along because she doubted it would help her if she did.

Just as she finished he reached the top of her left thigh but this time it wasn’t the back of his hand that touched her exposed sex. He was ready for her bare treasure and traced her slit with his finger before withdrawing his hand. It was definitely on purpose but so quick that she began to doubt that he had done it in the first place.

“Slower, ma’am. I want you to tell me exactly what you did and how it felt.”

With those words she panicked. “I don’t see the relevance.” She began to turn around to face him but felt his hand on her back pressing her against the car.

“Don’t turn around ma’am unless I order you to. Now point by point!”

“Um, I wrapped my hand around his erection,” she began to say but felt her face flush and she couldn’t believe that she was going to have to explain what she had done. Maybe that was his intent, to embarrass her so she wouldn’t do it again. Perhaps after she explained it she would get the ticket and they could be on their way. It all was happening in a matter of minutes but felt like hours to her. “…and then I ran my tongue along the tip and shaft before putting it in my mouth.”

“Did he like it?”

“What?”

“Did he like it?”

“Um, yeah,” she replied.

“It seems you liked it too.” She could tell from the tone of his voice that he was smiling.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she replied.

His hand was still on her back but the other hand abruptly moved to her exposed pussy and he pressed a finger into her wet hole. She gasped for breath and wanted to fight or protest. He had her pressed firmly to the car and while she should have been appalled she wasn’t. It came as a complete surprise to her that his actions were turning her on. She had played with herself and had cum before, but after giving her husband the blow job she was left hornier than before.

He was moving his finger in and out of her and she could feel her juices dripping down her leg before he switched to two fingers. A soft groan escaped her lips and she was standing more limply against the cruiser.

“I think you know what I mean Alysia. You seem to have liked what you did to your husband quite a bit.”

“What are you doing?” she asked gasping for breath with each movement of his hand.

“Ma’am, you were breaking the law on my stretch of the highway and you need to pay the fine.”

“So give me the ticket and we’ll pay it.”

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying.” His hand lifted from her back and he removed his fingers from within her. She waited a moment before turning around. It was dark but she could make out some of the features on his face. It was the cop from the rest stop!

“You!” she said with shock. “You were looking at my ass at the rest stop, my husband said.”

“Maybe, but you were giving your husband a blow job on my highway and putting the good people traveling on this road at risk. Now stay here and I’ll go talk to your husband. When I get back you’ll pay the fine for your actions.”

When he walked away she considered her options. She could run away screaming but there were no houses and almost no cars passing by. But if she did, would he arrest them both, or do something worse? She could grab his radio and tell them what he was doing, but he hadn’t done anything yet and who would they believe? After a moment she decided to stay put and wait. It was apparent that he wanted to touch her and while she should be pissed off she found that she was flattered. It even occurred to her that she liked his hands on her. Maybe she would enjoy paying the fine and in the end they wouldn’t get a ticket. Her mind was racing and her body was heating up with the excitement of what could possibly take place.

The cop returned and said, “I gave your husband a very long form to fill out and a few pens that don’t quite work right. I told him to finish this and I was running something through the system. That should give you enough time to pay the fine.”

“Yes Sir,” she replied trying to hide the excitement that was bubbling under the surface. “What is the fine?” she asked boldly.

“Are you eager to get on your way Ma’am?”

“Maybe.”

“I don’t believe your explanation,” he said and opened the passenger side of the cruiser. He moved some paper work and other items to the foot-well of the back seat and told her to get in. After he walked around the other side of the car he sat behind the wheel. “Now, I want you to demonstrate what you were doing on my highway, Ma’am.”

“Yes, sir.”

She moved over the console and undid his pants and opened it up in a v-shape. After shifting her position across the console she, once again, felt her skirt rise up on her ass. They were not driving so the officer had no distractions and she felt his fingers brush along her exposed ass cheeks and she caught her breath.

“Move it along, Ma’am.”

She fished into his pants and pulled his erection out. It seemed to be just as long as her husbands but a tad thicker. She gripped it and then slid closer. She didn’t kiss the tip of his cock but she did trace her tongue along the tip and then plunged her mouth over him, engulfing him. “I can see why he was swerving,” he groaned.

Her mouth continued to pucker and caress his cock and she quickly had him bucking in his seat to meet with her movements. As her hand moved as diligently as her mouth she knew he was moving to orgasm quickly. This time instead of stopping while he came, like she had with her husband, she decided to keep moving when he erupted. His cum shot into her mouth and she kept moving on it causing him to groan and squirm. Finally he seemed to feel her action was unbearable and grabbed the back of her head and bucked his hips upward to burry his cock deep into her mouth. She felt the tip hit the back of her throat as she fought to swallow burst after burst of his cum.