Archive-name: Control/cop1.txt Archive-author: Drestin Black Archive-title: Drunk and Horny 1 Drunk & Horny...weaving homeward after work.... The lights don't get your attention, but the siren finally does, you pull over to the side of the road barely missing a sign post. A quick look into your side view mirror (tall officer approaching, gun holster at one hip, dark sunglasses, medals lined across one breast, confident stride in tight pants and high boots, traffic book in one hand, the other hovering near the pistol grip) and you flip down the visor to adjust your hair in the mirror. The window glides down, I lean in checking to make sure your hands are in view (they are on the steering wheel) and no weapons are in sight (I notice that you are sweating slightly despite the cool air escaping the air conditioned vehicle). "May I see your drivers license, vehicle registration and proof of insurance please, ma'am." my firm, professional voice _tells_ you. "Sure" and you reach over and open your purse, hand thrusts into it - I tense! Right hand on the pistol grip, restraint off...eyes are watching you closely for any threatening moves, could be a weapon in there (the back of my mind registers your lithe body, the curve of your breasts in the tight dress you wear). "Here you go" and you hand over the papers. My eyes look at your face (pretty) and I clamp down on an urge to touch your hair, I feel the sudden desire to run my fingers through it. I see your eyes move from my half hidden face, noting the strong features and moustache below the dark lenses. They quickly move down to a powerful chest and further to a bulge just in view at the edge of the window and your sight. You silently swallow. I see your eyelids droop a bit and sense that perhaps something is not right. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" I ask. "No - was I speeding or something?" you reply quietly. "You were driving erratically...you nearly ran into that sign when you pulled over." a thought occurs, "have you been drinking?" I ask. I see your body tense suddenly. My eyes drop to your neck, I see you swallow again. A single drop of sweat rolls down, my eyes follow...it passes into the open front of your dress, I look at the tops of your breasts, a certain amount of cleavage draws my attention. You take a breath, I want to look more but I quickly snap back to the situation in the foreground as you speak. "Well, I did have just one drink at the office before I left...I was, it was a going away party for som- my boss and that's all." you quickly reply. "I'll have to ask you to please step out of your car." I say. Looking over my shoulder at the traffic I suggest, "Please use the passenger door." and I walk around the back of the car to that side. You roll your eyes up, "shit!" You slide over to the other side of the car and open the door. I am standing a bit back from the door when it opens. Your high heeled legs swivel out into view; having slid across the seat your dress has ridden high up your legs, mid-thigh. I am afforded a glance of the tops of your sheer stockings. As you step out and up, the dress falls gently into place. My eyes work upwards and against my will a small grin makes its way to my lips. The dress tightly hugs the curves of your very sexy body from above your knees to the wide collar that first drew my attention. You see me standing, somewhat relaxed at the side of the car, the ticket book is on the hood of my squad car and my arms are crossed. You look at my face and ask "What should I do now?" I remove my glasses, my deep blue eyes look at yours steadily. "Please walk, arms out at shoulder height, one foot in front of the other on the line, walk towards me and keep looking into my eyes please." You look down quickly and see that you are standing on the line marking the edge of the road and the shoulder. You put your arms out and lock eyes with mine. You begin with your right foot and walk step by step to- wards me. Your first step is just a tiny bit shaky but the next two are firm and steady. Your eyes are locked into mine. There is no traffic on the road, rush hour is over a long time ago. There is no wind apart from a slight breeze. I watch you walk, outta the bottom of my sight I can see your feet in motion, you are just at the edge of the roadway and the soft shoulder. My eyes are locked onto yours but I can see your figure clearly and I feel tension lower in my body. You come closer, step by step. Suddenly, just a few steps from me, your left heel misses the edge of the road and your tumble, falling towards the shoulder. I reach out and grab one hand as you fall. You spin around as I pull you towards me, my other arm curls around your waist as I tug you upright and against my firm body. Your hair smells wonderful. Your stomach firm and taunt under my arm. You regain your footing and slide your body upright against mine. My hardness rubs between the cheeks of your tight buns. You turn around, my arms still around you. Your face is two inches from mine. In your four inch heels your lips are even with mine. Our eyes rapidly lock again, I can feel your wonderfully hard nipples against my chest even though all the layers of cloths. Your body is hot against mine - we both breath in at the same time. You feel me hard against your abdomen. "Are you-" "I'm sor-" We both speak at the same time. "Are you o.k. ma'am?" as I release you and you take an involuntary step backwards. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Your look breaks from mine as I snap my glasses open and put them on again. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to have a seat in the back of my car." "What's wrong...I just slipped on the edge of the road!" "I'm sorry ma'am, please." I point, hand outstretched. "Can I get my purse first?" you ask, obviously getting pissed. "Of course," I reply and put my arm down. You walk to the car, my eyes on your ass as you lean into the car and get the purse and keys. I am already speaking into my shoulder microphone, telling dispatch to send a tow truck to my location. I see you smooth your dress down as your walk to the back of my card. I open the door and let you in. You sit sideways, then turn one leg at a time into the car. I do not fail to note your legs again as they swing in. I ask for your purse and keys then I the car door, you notice it is the type that cannot be opened from the inside. I walk around to the front of the squad car and get in. When I can see, you adjust the front of your dress, exposing a bit more cleavage and adjusting your breasts upwards in your bra. Your fingers feel your hard as bullets nipples and leave them pushing against the thinner, lacy material at the edge of the bra. I enter the car, putting my ticket book on the passen- ger seat. The tow truck is pulling up in front of your car. The driver having just got on the freeway two exits back - timing perfect. When the driver comes to the window, I give him your keys and give him the impound papers. With a wave he heads towards your car and a job. We merge swiftly with traffic and accelerate quickly out of the city. "You know that driving under the influence of alcohol is a serious offence don't you?" I ask. "Yes, but I'm not drunk!" you state. "You'll have to take a breathalyser test to prove that." "Shouldn't you give me that right away?" you asking remembering the story a friend told you about when he was busted. "The highway is not the best place to do this, my car is causing gawkers to slow down and potentially cause accidents." You recall that there was nearly no traffic on the freeway when we pulled away. You are finding that you may not be able to keep up the "straight" talk much longer. You are drunk and you know I know it. Much worse, you are so horny, you are so hot for my body that you are finding it uncomfortable to sit still. You desire to find the extent of the bulge in my pants. You brush your fingers against your lower thigh and feel a rush up your body. "If you'd like I can administer the test at the next exit." I offer "That would be good." you reply. I pull off three exits later. It is an exit on my route. It is very rarely taken as it leads to a facto- ry packing lot that is no longer operating. The sun has sunk below the horizon and the orange of the eve casts a colorful sky as we pull into the parking lot and head behind the large factory building. I am breathing slightly faster, sweating a bit. I call into dispatch and report that I am driving you to a hospital at the other side of town for a blood test for alcohol level that you requested, as is your right. The bulge in my pants makes it hard to sit still also. I keep thinking of the tiny bead of sweat that rolled down your sweat neck... The car stops. (Continued in COP2.TXT) (C) 1991 Drestin Black. All Rights Reserved. Distrubute freely without modifications. Contact info: Rusty & Edie's BBS (216) 726-3589 or Pandora's Box (313) 652-6137 (Home of Drestin Black's Girls scans).