Leesa was exhausted, tired and sweating profusely after leaving the security office at the mall. The sixteen-year-old had been caught stealing panties from Victoria’s Secret, and had put on her young and dumb act, and then let the security guard fuck her, to avoid being charged for the shoplifting offense. She was ready to simply go home and crash, but she was still turned on by the fact that she’d been fucked twice today, by two different guys. While she had enjoyed the fucking, both guys had come before she completely got off, and as she walked out toward the highway in front of the mall, she fantasized about the kind of guy who would really satisfy her.

Her fantasy lover was a retired military guy, like a couple of guys she had seen around the trailer park. He was maybe in his 30’s with a strong muscular body, big arms and a tight ass packed into his old military camo fatigues. And of course, in her fantasy, the guy was blessed with a big fat cock, that he knew how to use. He had a rough stubble of beard, that would scratch her neck as he bent over her and pounded her tender pussy. Leesa began to feel her pussy get hot and itchy, and begin to leak a little cream, as she imagined her ideal lover in her head. She wasn’t paying attention as she got to the side of the road and began shuffling along toward her home in the trailer park, about a mile away.

Meanwhile, Kyle Catton, who actually was an Army veteran, and had a chiseled hard-muscled body from years of workouts, had seen Leesa being escorted by the security guard inside the mall and had watched as she was taken into the security office. Having done military security, he figured she would be booked and taken off to the police station before being released with a court date. Kyle had admired her hot young body, shown off by her sexy outfit, but knew she wouldn’t be coming back out from the security office on her own, after being caught shoplifting.

After picking up a new pair of Nike’s for running, Kyle left the mall and jumped in his older Grand Marquis, to drive home. He loved the big Mercury, both because it was a great road car, but also because it still had the big bench seats that made it ideal for make-out sessions and even fuck sessions if he managed to pick up the right girl. Kyle was, at 36, already a dirty old man, enjoying the younger 17 and 18-year-olds who hung out at the mall and fell for a big muscular ex-military guy. He played up his background, by wearing his Army fatigue camo pants, along with a desert tan t-shirt stretched over his muscular chest and biceps.

As he pulled up to the mall exit, he was surprised to see the girl he had seen being escorted to the security office, walking – maybe wobbling was a better word- toward the highway, still wearing the tall cork-heeled sandals, tiny cutoffs and scruffy grey crop-top that showed off her sexy tits and flat abs. The wide white macrame belt set off her tan and accentuated just how tiny her cutoffs were. From the rear, he could see the sexy line where her tight ass met her thighs, and her long sexy, tanned legs that stretched from the shorts to the sexy platform sandals. There was no question it was the same teenager he had seen in the mall, being escorted to the security office.

Kyle smiled, imagining that whatever had happened, the girl must have been very friendly with the guard to be already out of the mall, and back on the street. He couldn’t resist investigating a little further and maybe picking up the hot teenager.

As he pulled out of the mall and unto the highway, the girl had just turned around and nonchalantly raised her thumb and casually cocked her hip out slightly to hitch a ride. She was hitch-hiking but not putting much effort into it. She appeared to be in a daze, or maybe just daydreaming as she looked vaguely into the distance with her thumb out. She seemed surprised when Kyle pulled over, almost right next to her, powered his window down, and flashed her a big smile.

“Where ya headed, babe,” Kyle greeted her.

“Just back home to the trailer park, ‘bout a mile up the road,” Leesa answered. She looked the guy over as she leaned in through his passenger window and liked what she saw. This guy was just about the exact image of the guy she had been fantasizing about, right down to the big biceps, and the worn Army fatigues. And he had a cute smile. Leesa immediately flashed the guy a big smile, her buck-toothed grin showing off those protruding two front teeth, making her look a little young and dumb.

“Can ya give me a ride,” she aid eagerly, leaning in with her hair a scruffy mess and giving the guy a good look at her jiggling tits under her thin top.

“Sure, babe. Hop in,” he said, returning her smile, and licking his lips as he looked at her half-exposed tits. “I’m Kyle.”

“Hi Kyle! I’m Leesa- nice to meet ya,” Leesa said, as she opened the door and slid into the big sedan. She slid over toward Kyle, and and stretched her long legs out into the passenger footwell.

Kyle looked her over, smiling and reached over and brazenly ran his hand down her thigh to her knee as she got comfortable in the cushy seat.

“Nice legs,” he said, with a smile and a little chuckle.

“Thanks,” said Leesa, with a little giggle.

As they pulled slowly from the side of the road, and Kyle put both hands back on the wheel, Leesa couldn’t help smiling and giggling, as she put her little hand lightly on Kyle’s big thigh in his camo fatigues.

“Are you in the Army?” she asked.

“Was,” he said, “Two tours in Iraq- been out for 4 years now.”

“Wow,” Leesa said, her mouth hanging open.

“Hey!,” Kyle said, “Didn’t I see you inside the mall with that security guard, taking you into custody.”

Leesa didn’t want to scare this cute guy off, so she fudged a little.

“Awww ... it was kind of a misunderstanding, ya know,” Leesa fibbed. “He thought I took somethin’, but it was just a mistake. After I explained everything, he just let me go. I ain’t the kind of girl who steals things at the mall, ya know?”

Kyle’s mind imagined how she “explained” everything, probably involving her mouth on the guard’s cock, but he went along with her little story. And he also noticed now that she was sitting in his car, just inches away, that her body, somewhat sweaty and a little smudged, smelled strongly of sex. Her stringy blond hair was stuck to her neck, and her thin cotton top was stuck to her firm tits, the moist fabric revealing the fat puffy nipples that topped her young tits.

Kyle inhaled deeply, letting her know he could smell her strong scent, and the scent of her pussy that was now leaking a little more of her teenage lubricant.

“So if you’re not the kind of girl who steals things,” Kyle said slowly, looking over at the girl with his big brown eyes, “what kind of a girl are you, besides being hot and sexy.”

“I guess I’m the kind of girl who likes big strong Army guys,” Leesa said, giggling as she gave Kyle’s thigh a little squeeze.

As they drove past the entrance to the trailer park, Leesa looked out and lifted her hand to point at the entrance.

“You just passed my park, ya know,” Leesa said, looking back at it.

“Yeah, I know,” said Kyle, with a little smile.

“So where are we goin, dude?” Leesa said with a little concern in her voice.

“Just lean back, and enjoy the ride, babe,” Kyle said, accelerating out of town, toward his trailer on the outskirts of town. And he put his hand back on her thigh, and ran it upward, toward her hot crotch. He let it come to rest against the hot and damp mound of her pussy. “Seems like you are already enjoying sittin’ here next to me.”

“Yeah, but I can’t be out too late, ya know,” Leesa said. “My ma will get worried if I ain’t home. I’m only sixteen, ya know.”

“Well, Leesa,” said Kyle, “glad to know you’re sixteen, cuz here in West Virginia, that makes you just about all grown-up and legal, ya know?”

“So we’re going to stop by my house, and have a little fun, babe.” Kyle said, looking over at the teenager. “And I can tell you are the kind of girl that likes to have a little fun, ain’t you? Fact is, I can smell the fun all over you, babe.” He put his fingers under his nose, and inhaled the sweet scent of teen pussy, and smiled at the girl. Leesa smiled back, her buck teeth giving her that innocent and dumb look that turned Kyle on.

Just as Kyle’s cock was stiffening and tenting out his fatigues, he noticed the unwelcome sight of flashing red and blue lights in his rearview mirror.

“Fuck- the fuzz!” he said, removing his hand from the teen’s crotch, and putting both hands back on the wheel. He looked down to see he was going about 65, well over the 45-speed limit in the stretch of highway leading out of town. He eased off the gas, and let the car slow down to 45, without jamming on the brakes. But the cop stayed behind him, not pulling out to pass.

“If anybody asks, Leesa, you’re my daughter, and I just picked you up from the mall, because you asked me to give you a ride,” Kyle said slowly. “Bad enough to get a speeding ticket, I don’t want the cop thinking I’m transporting some underage girl.”

“OK, daddy,” Leesa giggled. “I always wanted a sexy daddy, and just like that, I got one!”

As the cop tailed him, Kyle pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. He pulled out his license and found his registration in the glove compartment, while he waited for the cop to come up to his window. He looked over at Leesa, dressed like a hooker, and smelling of sex, and rolled his eyes. This could go very badly, he thought.

The young cop, probably about 30, slowly came up to Kyle’s driver-side window, and looked at Kyle, and then over at Leesa, who was sitting with her knees up, her platform sandals making her legs look even longer, and her creamy thighs completely exposed in her tiny cut-offs. As was the usual practice, the cop leaned in to sniff the interior of the car, to see if he detected any odor of alcohol or illegal drugs. He didn’t smell either, but he did smell the distinct smell of sex—the odor of cum and pussy secretions, which almost every man notices.

“License and registration,” the cop stated, without inflection. “Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“I’m guessing I was a little over the speed limit, officer,” Kyle responded, respectfully, as he handed over his documents to the cop. I had just picked up my daughter here from the mall, and we were having a conversation, so I may have been distracted.”

“Noticed your decal. We’re you Airborne?” the cop asked, referring to Kyle’s 101st Airborne decal in his rear window.

“Yes, sir,” said Kyle quickly, “served two tours in Iraq.”

“I was 1st Cavalry over there,” the cop replied, “thanks for your service.”

“Same to you, sir,” Kyle answered.

“So your daughter here. How old is she, Kyle?” asked the cop.

“She’s sixteen, and she just got into some trouble at the mall, which is why I had to pick her up,” he replied. “She can be a wild one.”

“I’m sure,” the officer answered, glancing over at the sexy teen, with the long sexy legs.

“So Kyle, our standard practice is to question children separately from any adult, when we pull over a vehicle where we see any indication of sex trafficking.” The cop explained. “So, I am going to ask your daughter- what is her name?”

“Leesa, sir,” said Kyle.

“Leesa, OK. I’m going to ask Leesa to get out on the passenger side and walk back to my cruiser so I can ask her a few questions.” The cop said. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” said Kyle, then he whispered to the cop, “but she is a teenager, and sometimes can tell some wild stories, so don’t believe everything she says.”

“I’m trained to do these sorts of interviews, sir.” The cop replied.

“Sure thing, sir.” said Kyle, who then turned to Leesa, “Do whatever the officer tells you, Leesa. Behave yourself.”

“Yes, daddy,” Leesa said, stretching out the word “daddy” with some attitude.

Leaning into the car, the cop looked at Leesa.

“Leesa,” he said, “I need you to step out of the car, on your side, and walk back to my cruiser, so I can ask you a few questions.”

“Yes, sir officer, sir,” Leesa said, offering a little salute before she opened the car door and stepped out.

The cop walked back to his cruiser, and stood on the passenger side, off the road.

Leesa stood up outside Kyle’s car, slammed the car door, and walked slowly back to the cop’s car, wobbling a little on her high-heeled sandals over the rough stones along the side of the road. The girl’s long sexy legs, and her dirty crop-top that stuck to the cones of her tits, made her look sexy and slutty. The cop felt his cock rise, and hoped it was not noticeable in his loose dress blue uniform pants. Just as she reached where he was standing, Leesa tripped on something, and fell forward toward the cop. The cop stepped forward a half step to catch her at the same time she reached forward to stop her fall. He ended up with a hand on her tummy, and his arm brushing her tits, with Leesa having her arms around his middle and her face against his crotch, and his stiffening cock. The cop quickly pulled his hand from her tits, and grabbed her hand, pulling her upright. But as he did so, her t-shirt lifted along with her arm, and she flashed a naked firm tit at the surprised cop.