Chapter 1

Sally Turner was going to look at a house that just came on the market. She was a married mother with one 16-year-old son, Dave, a loving husband, Jeff. Her career as a real estate broker was moving along nicely. She made over 100 thousand dollars this year, and was in for a big bonus later in the month as the top seller of the year. Everything about her life looked perfect. She was of a medium height with a slim tapered body. She worked out religiously, and ate only healthy food. She had shoulder length brunette hair, a pretty face that turned beautiful when she smiled at you. She used all her charms to sell houses, but today her charms were going to be a hindrance, and she'll wish she stayed home.

When she tried to start the car to leave this morning, it would not start, and the towing service would take two hours to get there, so she borrowed her son's car. It was a 1990 Ford Mustang with loud exhaust system, which was giving Sally a headache, and was a four speed to boot. She hated driving such a piece of junk, but she had to get to this house and put the lockbox on the door. It was just a twenty-five minute drive into the countryside, but the commission was well worth the drive. She would be enjoying the drive except for this stupid car. Sally had to unbutton a couple of the lower buttons on her tight skirt to shift the car, and was worried about getting it dirty with the filthy interior. This day was not going very well, but what else could happen on such a lovely day.

Bobby was thinking about Mrs. Turner as he headed out of town to take some nature pictures for his photography class. "Sally", he loved the sound of her name. Sally was the mother of his best friend, and Bobby spent as much time as he could over there. She was a classic beauty in his eyes. 5'6", had a beautiful face, shiny brunette hair that came over her shoulders, and he knew she was a 34-23-35 with B cup breasts because he looked in her lingerie drawer. Bobby fantasized about her almost every night for the last couple years. In all those times he spent sleeping over at her house he never saw her in her underwear, but he knew every pair of her panties by heart, and his favorite one was a silky nylon flower print panty. He also ran his fingers through her slip drawer and found the most silky and soft light blue slip with cream lace, and a matching mocha colored one. He had even taken this blue one out and rubbed his erection across it. He scared himself when he left a trace of pre-cum on the slip, but seeing the stain, he rubbed his erection across the cotton crotch of the flowered nylon panties and imagined his cum rubbing up against her pussy as she spent the day unaware that a few drops of his seed was rubbing against her. This is the pair of panties and slip combination he dreamed of on the way into the country. She would be coming from the shower and walking naked across the room, and turn and say, "Which combinations of lingerie shall I wear for you today, Bobby? Do you have a favorite color today?" Hmmm. Maybe you'll let me pick this time? Do you like blue or mocha? How about the mocha set I own. I know you like that set. I've seen the stains you leave, when you think I won't notice, but you know how much I want you being close to me, or even better in me." He looked at his new digital camera lying on the passenger seat, and his fantasy morphed into a photo session, and she was now posing in her various panties and slips. "Come here Bobby so I can show you how hot I am for you. Can you see how wet I'm getting?"

Officer Ray Conway was having a bad day. His girl friend had just broken up with him the night before. He pictured her in his mind; she was 5'5" long brunette hair, beautiful face, and a lithe toned body, a cute ass, but a bitchy attitude. He hated brunettes today. God help the next brunette he stopped today. He knew this, and spent most of his shift in the country on small back roads to keep out of their way. He pictured what he would do if his girlfriend were here. "I'll make that bitch suffer, and then she'll be begging me for a chance to swallow my whole load." He can hear her pleading voice, "Please Ray, I'm sorry I broke up with you! Please I'll do anything to keep you! Anything!" Ray spent the next hour thinking up things for Cheryl to do.

Sally was worried about a fight last night with her husband. He was worried she was working too hard, and wanted his wife around the house more. He quietly hinted maybe she had a lover, but deep inside he knew she was faithful to him, and would never have an affair. He wanted to make love all day today since their son was visiting their grandparents, but Sally refused to cancel her appointments today. Sally noticed the disappointment on his face, but still could not stay home. She knew her husband was probably right, but Sally didn't want to loose the bonus. She was obsessing about work, and turning into a workaholic slowly each day. Next year I'll go part time, she thought, and still make enough money to pay for Dave's collage tuition, and still have enough left over for the extras she had become accustomed to.

Sally was not watching the road as close as she should, and crossed the double yellow line. She saw a police car coming the other direction, and immediately corrected her driving, and she was now driving on her side of the road. She saw the cop drive by, and felt relief as the car passed out of sight in her rearview mirror. She forgot all about the police, and continued to feel guilty about leaving her husband, and was just about to turn around and go home. "Jeff is right. I am spending too much time at work or thinking about work. I'll go home, and give him a special present. I haven't given Jeff a blowjob in over sixteen years. I gave my first and last blowjob on the night our honeymoon, and I asked Jeff not to cum in my mouth, but he said, "Sorry! I couldn't help it." There is nothing more disgusting I can think to do, but I know how much Jeff will enjoy it. I owe him something special today, and after this. I know his fears will dissolve. Although he never mentions it anymore, I can tell he wants me to do this for him."

Sally pulled over and just finished doing a K-turn, and was going home to her husband. She would spend the day in her sexy lingerie, she knew how much he loved her silk and lace, and do everything she could to make her husband's day. "I'll stop at the mall on the way, and get something very sheer and extremely naughty. That will make it easier to apologize. His thoughts will be on other things." When the police car crested the hill. The Police had his flashing lights on. He passed by, and turned around, and signaled Sally to pull over.

Ray was driving and thinking about his ex-girlfriend. "That bitch is out driving!" He saw Cheryl's Mustang drifting over the yellow line, and then corrects itself. "Didn't the bitch care I can see her? Was she trying to hit me?" Her car seems a little louder than normal, but I know that's her car. I'll let her think I let her go and then go get even."

Sally wasn't concerned about the cop. She knew she hadn't been speeding and figured there was nothing to worry about, Probably a mistaken identity. She rolled down the window of the mustang. She searched for her driver's license, and remembered this was her son's car, and she didn't have a registration for his car. She leaned over and was looking in the glove box when the officer stepped up to the window. What she didn't know was that with her skirt unbuttoned at the bottom, a good 4 inches of her mocha slip with ivory lace was showing, and her legs were spread a little as she leaned over to the other side of the car rooting through the glove box. This caused her skirt to ride up, and was giving a good display of her legs. Sally was not the kind of woman to let her underwear show. She knew how much most men were turned on by a woman's lingerie and she was too shy to ever let it show in public. She pranced around for her husband in her bra and slip, and on rare and special occasions she would get totally naked, but he was her husband, lover and best friend. She felt safe and secure in the knowledge he would never hurt her in any way.

Ray came up to the window and his eyes seized on the mocha colored nylon and ivory lace, and the amount of leg she was showing. At first he was shocked because Cheryl never wore expensive colored slips, and was about to say something to her about it, when Sally's voice interrupted his thoughts, "Was I doing something wrong Officer?" Ray looked into her eyes and realized this wasn't Cheryl after all. He stammered a bit and then said: "Ma'am, you crossed the yellow line back there and almost hit me. I wonder if you have had a bit too much to drink."

Sally laughed, and said "I haven't touched a drop, and I'd never drink this early in the morning." I'm sorry. I was just was driving her son's car and I'm not used to it yet. I must have just taken my eyes off the road for a second, but I'll be more careful in the future." Ray looked again at her hem and legs, and found this beautiful woman was arousing him, and loving the look of her sitting there in her sexy colored slip trimmed in lace. His eyes were covered by wrap around mirrored sunglasses and he was pretty sure she couldn't see where he was looking. He was about to let her go, when he saw the ashtray of the car was open, and a suspiciously thin cigarette was crushed in it.

"Ma'am, I sorry, but I'll have to ask you to step out of the car," he said.

"Of course, Officer, but can you tell me why?"

"Just get out of the car, please."

Sally opened the door and started to get out. She realized at that moment that she had unbuttoned her skirt this morning, and it was open at the bottom and a lot of her slip was showing. She flushed red as she looked up at the Officer, but his sunglasses hid precisely where his eyes were focused and she hoped he hadn't noticed. "But he's a man, and I know he was looking at the show I was putting on." She was embarrassed to get out of the car. She knew there was no way to exit the low car and not expose the slip again, but she exited the car, and she was now standing by the side of the road as the cop reached into the car and pulled out a roach.

"Ma'am, do you know what this is?" Sally almost fainted! "I guessed my son smoked a little marijuana, who doesn't at his age? But I hoped he would be more discreet, and how stupid he is for leaving it in plain sight."

"Officer, I know what you are thinking but that isn't mine."

"OK, Then you're saying that everything I find inside this car belongs to your son, and must be his. Fine we'll go visit with him now. Please call him, and you better tell him to bring a good lawyer with him to the station, because this is a zero tolerance state. Just possessing this small amount he is looking at minimum of five years"

Sally was now nonplussed. "I can't turn in my own son, and yet if I take the blame, I'll be destroying my own career in this area. I'll never be top anything again." "Officer, there must be a mistake. It must belong to one his friends. My son is out of town now, and he hasn't used the car in a while, and he must have loaned it to a friend. Please believe me!

Ray looked at the pretty mother standing by the side of the road. "She's an evil brunette just like my bitch of a girlfriend Cheryl, and obviously rich by the look of her clothing, and I'll make this one pay for Cheryl's remarks last night."

"I am afraid I will have to call for a tow truck, and impound your car, and take you in to the station. You will be booked, and released relatively soon. No more that five hours total, maybe less if you have some connections with a judge. You should be home to make dinner for the family. "

"Oh no! Officer, please, I have a reputation in this town that will be ruined if I am arrested. Look it is barely ©- of a joint, and skinny. There is hardly enough marijuana in it to constitute it is even a joint. Couldn't you just forget it and let me go?" Tears had formed in Sally's eyes and the Officer, instead of being moved by it, saw his chance to get even with all women. "What will this beauty allow me to do to her before she says stop?"

"Ma'am it is possible for me to confiscate the joint, but I have no idea if about where the rest of the stash might be. I'll have to search the car."

"Sure!" Sally said, "gladly, please look all you want, there is nothing there." "I hope Dave smoked all he had or I'm in deep trouble."

Ray did a cursory search of the car, and while he was searching the truck, Sally just noticed that Bobby, her son's best friend, had pulled up on the other side of the road and looked at her and then parked in the overlook area. He called across the two-lane road, "Hi, Mrs. Turner, having a problem?"

"Oh no, Bobby, just a routine traffic stop; I should be on my way soon. Thanks for stopping, but you should just go enjoy this beautiful day. " Bobby waved and turned back to the view with his digital camera and began framing shots.

Ray had finished his search and told Sally he found nothing in the car. Sally breathed a sigh of relief and then began to open the door to get in the car. "Just a minute, ma'am, the search isn't finished."

"It's not?" she asked, with a puzzled look on her face.

"Ma'am, how do I know you haven't secreted the drugs on your person?"

"But Officer, I assure you I am a upstanding citizen, I belong to the Rotary Club, and give you my word of honor that I neither use drugs nor deal them."

"That's all well and good, ma'am, but I am going to have to book you, and then have a matron search you."

"Please, God, no! You'll ruin my business and we won't be able to afford to send our son to college. Please Officer, don't book me." Sally pleaded and tears rolled down her face.

Ray seized his opportunity, "There might be another way, but you being a lady and all... No... Now, I don't think it is a very good idea now. I'm sorry I brought it up."

"Oh anything! Please I'll do anything you think I need to do to prove I'm not carrying drugs." Sally cried.

"I could search you right here, and if I don't find any additional drugs, I'll destroy the joint, and you can go on your way to enjoy the rest of this day."

Sally flushed, and then asked, "You mean, like, pat me down?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Sally figured she could deal with a simple pat down and so said, "OK." "How bad could it be?"

Without being told she assumed the position for a pat down, with her arms on her car roof and her feet shoulder width apart. Ray loved the sight of this lovely woman spread for him and nearly drooled at the prospect of running his hands along her body. He began at her feet and touched each of her toes through her open toed 3-inch beige hi-heels. He moved his hands up her calves slowly circling, and touching every inch of her leg nylon covered calf. Using his thumb and index finger from both hands, he made a circle, and lightly applied pressure as his hands moved ever slowly up her leg, first the left, and then the right. His hands finally moved over her knees, and up to her hemline. Her retraced his path and moved his hands down till he was at her left ankle, and started on the right leg this time.

Sally began to get uncomfortable with the search, but tried to be brave. "I thought a pat down was a few light pats along my body and that's it." When his hands reached under her skirt, she stood up, reached down, and stopped his hands, "Officer, I believe this is more than a pat down. I insist you do it properly."

"Well ma'am, I knew you'd object to my searching of you, and that is why I said to forget it. You're a lady, and should not have strange men touching your person. I'll take you to the station, and have a matron perform the rest of his search. I can't let you go now without assuring myself there are no drugs are on your person. You consented to a search, and a search you'll get. So it's up to you. You can TELL me to continue or we can go downtown. I'll leave the choice to you, but downtown I'll have to file a report, and the joint will have to be logged, but you will not have a man intimately touching your person. Please decide."

Bobby was in heaven as Sally leaned over the car. He knew she was about to be searched, and wished he was touching her, but at least he would see his dream being fondled. "This is so cool! I'm going to watch Sally get touched all over, and she knows I'm watching. Shit it's over! Sally decided to call it quits. Damn... ! Oh wait! She's getting back into position. Thank you! Look he's rubbing her ass under her skirt. I wish that was me! I can at least watch her."

Sally was torn with the decision. "I know now he is going to grope me, and fondle me till he is satisfied. This will not be a routine pat down, but something out of a nightmare. I can't afford to be arrested, or ruin my son's life for a little touching." She groaned and returned to the position. "I can do this!"

Ray crouched down and began again, and loved the way Sally squirmed as his hands roamed up under her skirt and around her toned firm thighs. He went extremely slow this time. Up to her thighs, and back down, and then switched to the other leg. Up and back down he was enjoying her struggling to stand still almost as much as touching her. He loved the feeling of her pantyhose, and the sound it made with each pass.

She thought she would die when his hand finally touched her ass, and then roamed over her ass. Just lightly caressing it. She knew he was deliberately taking his time. Sally almost told him to stop as his hand touched the front of the upper thighs only inches from her womanhood, but he moved his hands, as he never intended to touch her there. He was now feeling the front of her pantyhose. He moved his hands over the top of her crotch just above her pubic hair, she was worried as the hands moved ever lower, and grazed her bush getting a good notion of how much hair she had. He never touched her pussy, and moved his hand back to her ass. Sally didn't know how much more of this she could take. He moved his hands between her spread thighs just a hair breath away from her pussy, and he finally touched her between her spread legs directly on her vagina. His hands were removed as fast as they arrived. She felt the horrible hands again touching her intimately, and there was no suggestion this could even be called a search, but the thought of jail kept her in position a little while longer. After the third pass she broke and shouted "Officer, Please!" When his hands cupped her crotch, and gave it a long squeeze trying to rub her clitoris with a fingertip. Ray was satisfied with the great feel he had gotten, and it was time to do some other things anyway. He slid his hands down the inside of her long legs, out of her skirt. He stood up and placed his hands on her waist. He would not forget to get a feel of her tits, and roamed over her torso, finally resting on her breasts. He quit pretending to be searching and just started to fondle the woman.

Sally had worn an underwire push-up bra "I have always been a bit ashamed of my small tits and always wore a push-up bra to make them more prominent." He quit touching her breasts almost immediately. She was very happy about this, and thought the worst was over.

"Ma'am, I feel something bulky here, right below your breasts." He demonstrates and again feels her modest breasts. Using both thumbs to rub the area.

"Oh that's just the underwire part of my bra."

"Ma'am, I don't understand? What is it? Underwire? I'm a cop, not a lingerie salesman."

"Oh well," she giggled, "its just part of a bra to make a woman's breasts stand out a little more. You know it kinda pushes them up and in"

"I've never heard of that ma'am, I'm going to have to take a look." "How dumb can this lady be? She just let me feel her up, and she's telling me about the construction of her bra. I love this lady."

Sally turned around, her face a bright red. "You mean you want me to open my sweater for you. Here in the middle of a road in public? You are insane!"

"I have offered to do this at the station with a matron, and you have pleaded twice with me not to take you in. Make up your mind. If you object just one more time, I am taking you in book you, and your son. So I want you to ask me to search you here, and if you refuse, it's down to the station. Ma'am I'm too busy to play games with you, so make up your mind once and for all. What is it you want to do?"

Sally was in a quandary. Can I unbutton my sweater in the public before a man, a complete stranger, and a close friend of my son looking on? I don't know? Can I stay in business if word got around that I've been arrested for drugs? Hell, it's just my bra, and I wear a bikini in the summer. This shouldn't be too bad." She made her decision. "Yes Officer, you may continue your search."

"Sorry, ma'am, I need to hear that you want me to search your person for drugs. In fact, I think I need a witness." Ray called out to Bobby who was taking pictures across the road. "Son, will you come over her for a minute?"

"Please Officer, he is a friend of my son, I can't have him witness such a search. He's like part of the family. Please don't make me do this in front of him. Just send him away, and you can search me. Please!

"Ma'am I told you once, either you shut up and allow me to proceed, or we go downtown."

Bobby crossed the road with his camera and listened as the officer explained he was needed as a witness. He ask a couple questions Sally couldn't hear, but didn't like the look in the officers eyes as he looked at her. She knew he was making a decision about her, and was worried. They both nodded and laughed, and then told Sally what she had to say in front of both of them to continue the search.

"I thought you were my friend Bobby? Please leave. I'm asking you to respect me, and have some consideration for my feelings, and if not for me, remember I'm your friend's mother. I thought I was like a mother to you." Sally pleaded.

"It's up to you kid, she's about to take off that sweater, but hey, if you don't want to look, I guess it's time to go."

Sally was in a better mood as she thought Bobby would be swayed by her guilt, but crumbled as she heard bobby's answer. "I think I'll stick around if that's OK officer?"

"Ma'am let's continue, he is staying."

"Please search my person here by the side of the road out in public. I give you permission to search me as thoroughly as you need, to feel certain I'm not carrying any drugs. I will remove clothing as directed, and will not complain. I do this of my own free will, and will not file harassment charges later. Please tell me when your ready to begin."

Ray had an idea to further humiliate this woman and he turned to Bobby "Hey kid, I want you to take pictures of this search, so that there is no mistake about my procedures. I will direct you to when to take the photos, ok?" Bobby nodded and a grin stole across his face. Sally saw his grin and blushed a deeper scarlet. "

"Now ma'am please unbutton your sweater so I can check for drugs in your bra." With fingers barely working, she started at the bottom and worked her way up her clinging dusty rose knit sweater until it hung limply. She knew the cop and the boy could see the middle of her mocha silk and lace front opening bra and she was so humiliated she was about to cry.

"OK son, take a picture of her."

Bobby was in heaven. Sally had on the bra he was just dreaming about. This is so great. Her dusty rose sweater hanging a couple inches apart, and contrast of the mocha bra between it, and he knew in any minute the sweater was coming off. He reached down to adjust his hard-on, and the sheriff said, "Me too kid, She's some looker, but you'll have to do your civic duty, and push out those thoughts aside for a while." Bobby blushed as he noticed Mrs. Turner looking at his crotch.

"Click" Sally dreaded that sound. It was bad enough to be removing her clothing in front of them, but to have pictures taken. Pictures that may get distributed to the net, and will destroy my reputation, and career. "Officer, please don't let him..."

"What did I say? I said for you to shut up, and remove your clothing. Button your shirt we're going downtown!"