Stopped by the police... reprize

Eve lived in the same general area as me, so I could pick her up on my way to work. She greeted me in an outfit that was more suitable for a party than for work; which was exactly the goal on Mondays. It was a pink, tight and short dress, decorated with sparkling rhinestones and a floral pattern; something you could see on a cabaret dancer. The dress obviously had a deep cleavage, showing off Eve’s huge, epic breasts. Her shoulders were bare, the dress’ strap went around her neck; I suspected she wore a strapless bra for support. Eve’s legs might not have been as long or shapely as mine, but she knew how to flaunt them as well. The dress ended a few centimetres below her buttocks and barely covered the tops of her white, fishnet stockings. On her feet she wore pink, glossy pumps on thirteen centimetre tall stiletto heels. She looked a lot more glamorous than I did in my little black dress; which was intentional, I did not want to steal any attention from her on her first day. We kissed each other on the cheeks, exchanged compliments and then we were on our way.

We rode on the same road which I always used; there we got stopped by the police.

“Were we speeding?” surprised Eve asked, as I pulled over into the same secluded spot as before.

“No,” I replied, “but maybe my tail-light isn’t working,” I smiled though I knew that she could not understand my answer.

I parked my car in a convenient spot and the police parked next to us, so they were not exactly following the protocol. The door of the squad car opened and Emeraude stepped out. Eve obviously recognised the bridesmaid, even though the latter was wearing a uniform. She gave me a knowing smile, even though she was not yet sure what the plot was.

“Please, step out of the vehicle, ladies,” Emmi said when I lowered my side window, “we need to search you for dangerous weapons,” she was trying to sound serious, but failed.

Eve was not trying to pretend anything, she exited the car with a mixture of amusement and curiosity on her face; I got out as well. Emeraude and Mark were already waiting for us.

“Eve, meet officer Mark,” I introduced them.

“Ma’am,” the policeman nodded his head, barely maintaining a straight face, “please, lean on the hood of the car and part your legs,” the instructions sounded a lot more erotic than they were supposed to.

Mark and Emeraude clearly were not good actors. It did not bother me, I was too busty assuming the same position right next to Eve. Mark approached her and Emmi stepped behind me. The policeman put his palms on my friend’s calves and began to caress them softly; he was no longer pretending that this was supposed to be an actual search. Emeraude mimicked his motion on my legs. They were both gentle, but also thorough; their palms roamed semi-randomly over our nylon-covered calves, with the sole goal of receiving and giving pleasure.

The officers did not spend too much time on our calves though; there were more interesting places to explore. At a leisurely pace they both moved their palms upwards, over our knees and onto our thighs. Emeraude had already enjoyed my body in the past, but she clearly did not have enough; I doubt she ever would. Mark, on the other hand, was exploring Eve’s curves for the first time. Her legs might not have been as long as mine, but her thighs were significantly thicker. Eve was not fat by any means, but she was at the high spectrum of curvy and it seemed that Mark enjoyed women with more meat to their bones. Once he reached her thighs his approach changed drastically; the policeman’s touch was no longer slow and gentle, his strong, large palms groped and kneaded Eve’s soft thighs. He moved both hands onto her left leg, as if he wanted to be sure that he got to explore every single spot on her nylon-covered skin. His motions became more decisive, but also chaotic; I could see that he was quickly becoming aroused. Emmi did not hold back either, but her touch remained softer; she touched my thighs in a less possessive manner. Eve’s expression proved that she was enjoying Mark’s approach; her breath was quickening too. The policeman groped her left thigh thoroughly for a while, before he finally moved to the right one. Emeraude was touching me at her own pace and I had a feeling that, instead of looking at me, she was enjoying the show taking place right next to us.

Mark caressed and kneaded Eve’s right thigh with the same enthusiasm. I could now hear that her breathing became louder; she was clearly enjoying the treatment. The policeman was diligent in his chaotic motions, as he greedily groped Eve’s thigh. His palms were crawling upwards, until he reached the tops of her stockings. Her buttocks were covered by a skimpy, lace thong, so most of the flesh was bare. Mark obviously did not end his ‘search’ at Eve’s legs; he reached up under her dress and grabbed her thick, round buttocks. She issued a soft moan, encouraging him to squeeze her flesh harder.

Emmi also reached my buttocks, she clearly enjoyed touching me, but was not nearly as possessive as Mark. I was not moaning myself; it was not that I did not like it, but despite my recent lesbian experiences I still preferred men and was not a fan of faking enthusiasm. Emeraude and I were basically just a sideshow here.

On the main stage Mark had hiked up Eve’s dress and was greedily groping her buttocks with both hands. He leaned forward and planted a few kisses in random places. Every now and then a soft moan escaped from her mouth; it only further fueled Mark’s lust. The policeman worshipped her booty for as long as her thighs, but eventually decided that it was the time to reach for the main prize. There was no doubt that Eve’s breasts were her greatest asset. The policeman stood up and wrapped his strong arms around her torso; he grabbed her breasts and began to grope them greedily. He was not gentle, but Eve did not complain; another moan, a louder one this time, proved that she enjoyed such a treatment. Mark squeezed the soft flesh through the thin fabrics of the dress for a while, but he craved more. He released Eve’s breasts and spun her around; in a smooth motion he pulled the dress over her head and tossed it onto the hood of their squad car. For a moment we all admired her fabulous boobs; the cupless bra gave them support, but no cover. Finally Mark reached out with his hands and grabbed Eve’s tits; they were much more than a handful. He was clearly more agitated at this point; not necessarily because he was a boobs-man, but he simply became more aroused through all the touching. We were all getting horny, but Emmi was not acting as greedily as Mark; though she was not exactly restrained either. She also pulled my dress up to get access to my buttocks. She did not take it off me though and, when she eventually touched my breasts, she did so through the clothes.

Mark, on the other hand, was acting like a man who saw breasts for the first time after spending a decade on a deserted island. He groped Eve’s huge boobs, jiggled them or poked her nipples. Finally he dived in with his face and began to suck on one of the nipples, while possessively fondling the other tit with his hand. Even was clearly enjoying his actions; she pushed her chest forward invitingly and her moans became louder and more frequent.

Emeraude continued to touch me, but by now we were both focused on the spectacle taking place next to us. It was arousing, but also somewhat amusing to watch Mark treat Eve’s breasts as if they were the Holy Grail of sex. After a minute of worshiping one boob with his mouth and tongue he switched to the other and repeated the process. Finally it was Emmi who decided that we had had enough.

“I believe that we searched the ladies thoroughly enough,” there was a note of regret in her voice.

Mark’s face was flushed and it was clear that he was struggling with his desire. But he understood that they were still on duty and could not spend the whole day here.

“You’re right,” he finally replied, the regret even clearer in his voice, “thank you for your cooperation, ladies,” he added with a charming smile.