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By *aul-C OP TV/TS
5 weeks ago
Winsford |
Now I was worried and more urgently tried to make myself more respectable, what am I saying, I was anything but, I’d dressed to excite and now I was petrified. My cock was always tingly when I’m dressed and no more so than when wearing a satin thong deep up the crack of my cute arse. Not now though, instant cock subsidence and the conscious leakage was immediate!!
I was losing the battle with my skirt, and was still fidgeting about when three hard and loud taps on my window made me literally jump as I instinctively lowered my window. I could see his jacket thingy with POLICE writ large and like a rabbit in the headlights I was frozen.
“Move the car miss, just there on the left and we will have a chat” and with that he walked back to his own car. A car that I could see in my wing mirror was lit up blue like a Christmas tree and my first reaction, other than a pounding heart and shaking hands, was “he’s not very tall” - shaken from such thoughts by his flashing of his headlight I set off.
Well almost, as I immediately stalled and had to restart the engine, soon enough though I was turning left off the main road into an unlit side street with a wide lay-by type thing which I parked in and as he pulled in behind and turned off his blues it was clear it was really quite dark.
My mind was racing, I thought I was in deep trouble, surely I was, and this simple thought dominated my thoughts until the knocking on the window happened and even louder this time. Again, I wound down the window and the officer stared down at me in that officious way only the police can deliver.
“Put your interior light on please Miss” he said and I just stared at him, he stared back, my mind was blitzed, my heart pounded, and as his eyes stared me down I knew, I just knew I had to do as he said.
“MISS!” he said with authority, “Put the light on, I need to see you”
Moments, later the light was on, he was leaning over and looking at me more closely, I was fidgeting and trying to cover my stocking tops, as my cock started to stretch my satin knickers, I couldn’t help it.
“Hands on the steering wheel please Miss” and of course I complied, he stood up and as I watched him he shone his torchlight in my eyes, I was dazzled and when my vision cleared the torch was shining on my legs, my stocking tops fully on show, as were my suspenders and even the soft white flesh of my upper thighs made an appearance.
He remained at a distance and asked me if the car was unlocked and as I nodded he quickly and violently opened my door. His torch again shone on my eyes as his voice boomed “GET OUT of the car please Miss” - as I started to do as I was told I was very conscious that my skirt was virtually around my waist.
He gestured for me to move to the sidewalk where there was a high brick wall. He slammed my driver’s door shut with some force as my silhouette lit up that wall and I fought to pull my skirt down.
I was regretting my outfit now, the matching white bra, knickers and 8 strap suspenders seemed a good idea at the time, as were my black seamed nylons atop 5” stiletto heeled black patent court shoes.
The breeze was wafting and chilling my cute arse but my cock hadn’t got the cool message and was continuing to stretch my panties. The skirt was clearly too short, and the cotton top wasn’t doing anything for me now other than cause me to shake with the cold, or maybe fear.
All the time the torch was on me, and when he told me to turn around I did so without question. I couldn’t see anything of him though until he was really quite close. He stood very close, like too close as he whispered this time “You smell really nice” and then he moved away again and probed me with his torch.
I noted he was shorter than me, and I meant without my heels, I couldn’t get out of my head how short he was, aren’t Police supposed to be tall? Well he wasn’t, on my heels I’m about 6’2” and he looked 5’8” maybe 5’7” but before I could convince myself of height based authority he spoke slowly, calmly and with immense and very real authority.
“Now then, what shall I do with you Miss, erm … you are a Miss aren’t you, erm …. Miss, or do you just want to be treated like, erm …. a Miss ….. Miss?”
Beyond a GULP I couldn’t say a thing!
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. I couldn’t help imagining what his reaction would be as my black stockings, held by six taught and white suspenders played a major part in the ensemble he’d demanded.
My white bra and panties, trimmed in lace matched and with a v-neck white cotton top, black patent stilettos and the aforementioned pleated mini meant my heart was pounding and I was hoping that soon he would have a rapid and localised increase in blood pressure to show his appreciation!
His photos promised great things and as my satnav showed I was in the last mile before I reached the address he had given me. My heart was pounding and my panties where getting sufficiently stretched for me to actually say out loud “calm down”
When my phone pinged I was pleased, I was running a little late and imagined this giant of a man, he told me he was 6’5” around 17st and as he put it, very athletic.
Imagine my dismay when I read the message, it didn’t say “where are you?” It said “she’s home, sorry” - DAMN!
These things happen, and I’m quite pragmatic so gave him the benefit of the doubt, for now, and have endured worse disappointments.
I turned into his street anyway and used that to do a full 180, it was gone midnight and of course I should have looked more carefully as I headed back from whence I came but when the car that jumped on its horn swerved around me it was the first I’d seen of it !!
I wouldn’t say I was freaked out but I was definitely VERY surprised, I was talking to myself and somewhat flushed as my mind quickly ran through all the what-ifs - oh my god, an accident, even a slight one, dressed like this could have been an emotional disaster 
I slowed right down as I regained my composure and convinced myself the long gone car was a bit of a boy racer and I’d probably not even done anything wrong.
I wriggled in my seat and adjusted my skirt as a lot more leg than just my stocking tops was on show by this time 
