But I'm naked....

Oh, no, no, no, this isn’t happening. I look outside and realize where I parked. An empty gas station. It’s late at night, but there will probably be the occasional person walking in and out of the store. I could easily be seen. No, I’ll definitely be seen with these flashing blue lights illuminating every crevice of my body. No doubt people will be curious about what the officer pulled me over for. Fuck. I pray that no one needs gas at this particular moment.

“Yes, officer,” I say hesitantly.

I open the door and feel the cool breeze of the night’s air. I’m outside. And I’m naked. And no one can help me. I feel humiliated. And turned on. My body betrays me again. Am I enjoying this? No, I definitely don’t want this. I just want to go home.

“Please put your hands on the car and don’t try anything funny. I’ll be right back after I run your plates,” the officer says.

I do as he asks, my ass now on full display to anyone that happens to pull up for gas. I notice him take a good look at me before walking back to his patrol car. I breathe heavily. Is he going to arrest me? The last thing I need is to spend the night in jail. Fuck my life.

I stand there on display for what feels like about five minutes. Does it really take that long to run the stupid plates or is he just enjoying my humiliation? Either way, this fucking sucks. It’s cold and my nipples are hard. At least my breasts aren’t on display. I’m trying to be an optimist. The glass is half full. Maybe he’ll let me off with a warning.

I take a deep breath. I can hear the sounds of cars zooming by on the nearby highway. I think about how those drivers are completely unaware that there is a naked bombshell bitch on full display just moments away from them. Not to sound conceited, but I have some pretty nice curves, and I have no doubt the officer was having one of the best nights of his career. Seeing this? Most people would call it getting lucky. But there’s nothing lucky about my situation right now.

How long is this going to fucking take, I wonder. My legs are getting tired and I lean into the car. I feel the cold metal of the car contrasted against the softness of my skin. I shiver. I have to muster every ounce of strength I have to not cover myself with my hands. I can’t. He told me to keep my hands on the car. I want to cover up. Just knowing that at any moment, some random car could pull up and see my bubble butt on display like a Walmart special, my straight blonde hair not even close to long enough to provide an ounce of coverage.

I just imagine what would happen if someone else saw me. I can see it in my mind’s eye, a group of high school teenagers driving up and getting out of the car.