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The contents of this story are fictitious. Any similarity to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental.
Carol Williams sat on a stool at the bar of a local watering hole. She was just about finished with her second drink, vodka and cranberry juice. Looking around at the other patrons, she noticed she was the only woman. The mixture of men in the bar ranged from a couple of college boys to several seasoned gentlemen.
The two younger customers sat at a table directly behind Carol, drinking beer straight from the brown bottle. She could hear them laughing and making remarks about the girls they went to school with. Carol slowly swiveled her stool so the college students could see her profile.
Dressed in a short black skirt that was slit to her upper thigh and a see-through top that clung to her trim body, she knew their eyes would be glued to her. Beneath her black top, a shear bra contained her firm breasts. The thin material did very little to hide her nipples. Her stockings were dark with small roses embroidered in them at the ankle, held in place with a garter belt.
Crossing her legs, she allowed one of her five-inch stiletto healed shoes to dangle from her toes. She smiled as she sucked her drink through a straw, knowing the boys were getting a glimpse of the lace top of her stocking, at the top of the slit in her skirt. Glancing at the mirror behind the bar, she could see the college boys staring at her.
Carol wasn't much older than the boys, if at all. At twenty-two she may have been younger. She was proud of her body and spent many hours at the gym and running outdoors to keep in shape. Standing five foot seven and weighing about one hundred twenty five pounds, she was very well proportioned. That is except for her breasts, her chest measured thirty two inches, her cup size was C.
Even in her sports bras, Carol's firm boobs stood high on her chest. Her nipples were as big around as her little finger and sat atop of dark areolas. It seemed that whenever she dressed in her clubbing outfits, her nipples stood out more than usual. Tonight was no exception.
Carol began to think about her husband of two years and the tender lovemaking they enjoyed the night before. After sharing the kitchen chores, they went to the living room of their small home and cuddled on the couch. Her husband cupped her full breast and ran his thumb lazily over her nipple as they watched a movie. She rested her hand on his thigh and moved up to his penis and then to his knee. As she felt his member respond, she spent more time at his crotch and less at his knee.
Their movements were slow and tender as they slowly removed one another's clothing. Once they were both naked, he positioned himself between her legs and entered her. He stroked her inner walls and she moaned at the feeling his penis filling her. She felt him reach his climax and his shaft swell in her vagina as he ejaculated into her depths. Once he was spent, she stroked his back and held him as his penis became flaccid in her vagina.
Pulling his soft member out of her, he snuggled against her side and they finished watching the movie. Once in their bed, they kissed and rolled away from each other to sleep. Carol wiggled her naked bottom against his, feeling his warmth. She didn't reach an orgasm, but seldom did from intercourse. She would use her fingers in the shower the next morning, pleasuring herself before she left for the office.
When she pulled a cigarette from her pack, one of the college boys jumped up to light it for her. She stared into his eyes as he held the flame of his lighter at the tip of her smoke and noticed he was staring down at her boobs.
"Thanks, it's lit now," Carol said, causing the young man to lift his eyes.
The college boy's face turned crimson when he realized she had caught him gawking, but she just smiled. Carol was use to men staring at her chest and some times wondered if her husband knew she had green eyes. Taking a long drag of her cigarette, she turned to the bar and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Using her free hand, she combed her fingers through the shoulder length, light brown, hair that framed her made up face.
Exhaling, she watched as the smoke drifted around her head. She pursed her lips and blew several smoke rings, seeing them dissipate as they moved away. When she was finished with her cigarette, she snuffed it out in an ashtray and took her lipstick out of her bag. Not bothering to go to the restroom, she applied a fresh coat of the bright red lipstick to her full lips. Her eye caught one of the college boy's and she smiled into the mirror.
Finishing her drink, Carol turned around and slid off her stool, her skirt riding high on her legs. She winked at the boys, dropped a ten on the bar and left. Once outside, she walked to her car, her heels clicking on the pavement. She unlocked the door and slid into the seat of her small two-seat sports car, her skirt riding up to expose the tops of her stockings.
As she pulled her door closed, she glanced into the mirror and saw the two boys staring out the window of the bar. She knew they would be looking, men always did. Carol started her car, pushed in the clutch and shifted into first gear. She revved the engine several times and sped out of the lot, squealing the tires. She shifted into second and turned onto the main road, accelerating past the posted speed limit.
The night was warm and she pulled into a parking lot to lower the top on her bright red convertible. She rolled down the windows and then took off, once again spinning her tires. Carol drove down the deserted road, turning onto another two-lane blacktop road when she came to the flashing red light.
On the dark highway, she quickly shifter through the gears and the sports car topped seventy. Carol loved the wind in her hair and the feeling of the open road. She moved her hand to her breasts and lightly brushed over her nipples with her fingertips. The cool night air and the exhilaration of the speed caused her nipples to harden.
Reaching for the dash, Carol turned up the radio and sang along to the music that blared out of the speakers. She glanced into her rearview mirror and saw the flashing red and blue lights of a police car. She thought that maybe the cops were going to an accident or something and wouldn't bother her. When she heard the sharp bark of the cruisers electronic siren, she knew they wanted her.
Carol slowed down, turned onto a dead-end street and stopped her car at the side of the road. She put the shifter into neutral and waited for the officer to approach her. She watched in her mirror as a tall, broad shouldered man got of his car. He put his hat on his head and slowly sauntered up to the drivers side of Carol's car. Using his bright flashlight, he looked around the front seat of the car, stopping the light on her legs.
"License and registration mam," the office said, shifting the light into Carol's eyes.
"What's the problem officer?" She asked as she removed the requested documents from her purse.
The cop glanced at her license; and then at her face.
"Do you know what the speed limit is on route two?"
"No mam, it's fifty. I clocked you on radar at seventy. Have you been drinking?"
"I had a couple of drinks at Eddies, but that's all. I'm not drunk though."
He walked back to his car and returned after several minutes.
Looking at her drivers license, he said, "Carol, I'm going have to ask you to steep out of the car."
"What's the matter officer?" She said as he opened her door and she swung her legs out.
"I'm going to give you a sobriety test mam. I have to know if you're drunk or not."
Carol nodded and followed his instructions. When he asked her to walk heel to toe, she wobbled in her high heel shoes. He told her to stand with her arms extended out to her sides and asked her to touch her nose with her right index finger. Carol touched her nose, but used her left hand.
"I'm sorry mam, but I'm going to place you under arrest for driving under the influence. Please put your hands behind your back so I can cuff you."
"Please don't," Carol begged. "I'm not drunk. I told you I only had two drinks."
"Please put your hands behind your back mam," the cop said sternly.
Shaking her head, Carol complied with the officer's request. He snapped his chrome handcuffs around her wrists and clamped them down. The cuffs didn't hurt, but she struggled against the restraints anyway. The big officer turned her around and let her rest against her car.
"Do you have a gun or any other weapons on your person?" The cop asked.
With her hands cuffed behind her back, Carol's breasts jutted out from her chest. Her see through top was so tight that you could almost count her ribs.
"Does it look like I have a gun?"
"No mam, but I still have to search you. I can call for a female officer if you'd like, but you can't get into my car until you're searched."
"Just do what you have to do and get it over with," Carol spat.
The officer put his flashlight under his arm and his hands on her waist. He slowly moved his hands up to her breasts, cupped them and squeezed them firmly.
"What the fuck are you doing? Get your hands off my tits," she said as she tried to twist away.
"Just relax lady. I have to make sure you're not concealing any weapons."
"Do you think I have a gun in my bra?"
"Can't be too careful mam," he said as his hands moved down her sides to her hips.
Carol felt the cops hands on her bottom and tried to move away as he kneaded her firm cheeks. Without saying a word, he moved down to the hem of her skirt and slid his hands under it. When his hand rubbed her between her legs, she let out a scream.
"Stop playing with my pussy! Get your hands out from under my skirt!"
The cop ignored her pleas and pulled her skirt up to her waist. He pointed his flashlight at her crotch and stared at her lace thong.
"I'll bet you have drugs in your car don't you?"
"No! I've never done drugs."