Speed trap!

Unexpectedly, my rear view mirror suddenly filled with flashing blue lights as a police car pulled out of an alley. I cursed under my breath. I couldn't get a ticket! The only driver's license I had mine with my picture on it, not my niece, and the officer certainly couldn't call me to verify that Leighjaye had permission to drive my vehicle. If they called Susan she might have questions that couldn't be answered.

As I turned into a side street to pull over, I reached for my phone, thinking I would quickly switch back to myself. I might look a little ridiculous in Susan's yoga pants, but at least I would avoid any problems. Then my sweaty palms let it slip through my grasp and fall between the seats, out of reach.

I took a deep breath and looked in the rearview as an officer climbed out of the patrol car. He straightened his belt, adjusted his hat and headed towards me.

As he reaches my window I saw that he looked to be middle aged. He had a bit of a belly, but had the arms of someone who got the gym on a regular basis. His name tag said "Cobb."

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked.

As I turned towards him, the first thing I noticed was that I was eye level with his crotch. The second was the big bulge in his khaki uniform pants. How had I lived my whole life without noticing guys walking around with their junk showing?

"No sir," I said as I pulled my eyes away from his bulge. I smiled and blinked innocently up at him.

"You were going six miles per hour over the limit back there," Officer Cobb explained. "You going somewhere in a hurry?"

"No sir, I borrowed my uncle's vehicle and I'm just not used to how it drives," I said.

Absently my eyes drifted back to his crotch. I could almost trace the outline of his concealed weapon as it stretched against the fabric of his uniform. What the fuck? Why was I even looking?

Then I realized he had said something.

"Excuse me?"

"I asked for your license and registration."

"Oh...uh...I left my license at home, but I've got the vehicle registration," I told him.

"You know I can ticket you or even arrest you for driving without a license, right?"

"Oh God, please don't do that!" I cried, panicked. My eyes actually started to burn as I felt tears welling up.

He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, and again my eyes drifted back down to his crotch.

"Okay, look, I've not called it in yet, so I will just give you a verbal warning and let you go," he said. "Go straight home and get your license, okay?"

"Thank you, sir!"

I don't know why, but I really wanted to see what he had in his pants. I wanted to be disgusted with myself...but I couldn't. I was suddenly just incredibly horny and didn't want him to leave. Maybe I could give him a big "thank you" for letting me go...