Gotta go!

Fuck. Jennifer's gorgeous face always looks great waiting for your piss and you would know. Being your neighbor, Jennifer is one of your favorite regular urinals; and the occasional shy bladder has you looking at this face for long periods nearly every day. She looked even better as you hose down her face, golden stream arching down into golden hair.

Your bladder isn't feeling shy now though. You resist the urge to start relieving yourself on the young half naked girl in this public parking lot and quickly open your car door. You push Jennifer over as you try to squeeze through the open door between her and the car, knocking her on her ass. You close your door in her face.

"Sorry Jen! Gotta go! I'll piss on you later tonight I promise!" You yell through the window as you start your car.

"You better not forget" You hear as you put the car in gear and begin to drive away. Fuck. She's so fucking hot. You see her tits every time you close your eyes. Now you're hard, you have to pee, and you have a headache. You begin to speed.

As though they were waiting for you to screw up a pair of blue lights goes up behind you. Oh god, you think, wiggling uncomfortably in your seat as you pull over. You're holding...it.

A very serious looking lady cop approaches your car in a tight leather police uniform that showed off her ample cleavage, only coming down to just under her tits, barely any material to it all, bearing big golden star. On her bottom she wore only a large utility belt containing handcuffs, a gun, a nightstick, and all the other things a police officer might carry around. Her strawberry blonde hair was worn in a tight bun behind her head, under an officer's cap. Huge aviator sunglasses, way too big for her small stony face, covered her eyes from view. You stare at her clean shaven pussy in your side view mirror as she reaches your window. She taps on the glass.

She bends down to address you, allowing you a glorious view of her rack as you roll your window down.

"Uh... Can I help you... of... officer?" You get out as she cranes her head in your window looking all around the inside of your car. She smells the air several times, then looks at you finally, way too close to your face. You place your hands on your pants to hide the tent in your pants. Shouldn't have been staring at her pussy, now you look worse.

"License and registration please." She says tersely. You scramble to get your credentials from the glove compartment and hand them to her, then quickly return your hands to your lap. She glances at the id, then you, several times. You try not to wiggle with having to pee, but fail. She is already staring at your crotch.

"Whatcha got there, sir?" She questions, brings her face to just over your hands and inhales deeply. "Holding it for a 'friend' are we?"

You look down at her over your crotch and she turns up to face you. "Got something you need to show me today?"

You smile nervously back.