$name1 is driving home after a bad date. She had gotten her hopes up that the night would end in glorious sex, but instead, it was damp conversation and boredom. Driving home, she pulls over to masturbate but is caught by a police officer…
After a long time without going out on a date, $name1 determined to go out with a guy she met on a dating app.
The mere fact that she accepted was due in large part to her lack of interaction with men for some time.
She had been at home, relaxing, spending time alone and making herself happy. Such a period of relaxation had come to an end.
$name1 was going out that Saturday with an apparently interesting man. The date that would take place that Saturday night had $name1 very excited.
Her appearance was that of a woman who takes great care to appear attractive to the man she will be seeing. Before leaving the house, she changed several times.
The image reflected in the mirror didn’t have her entirely convinced. She longed to look stunning. That was what happened when someone went so long without a date. Nerves struck her for the first time in a long time.
“What’s wrong with me?”
She asked raising her head to the fact of her room as she covered her face.
Such nervousness was not like her.
As a rule, she always felt confident. Enviable confidence, but that man had put her in that trance.
She simply wanted to go on that date. When she finally chose the dress, she had most liked to wear in front of the mirror, she went out with plenty of time to spare.
$name1 went to get a drink to try to calm herself down, as she didn’t want to arrive in the state she was in for the date.
She took her car and sped into town. One drink was enough to make her look like herself again.
Things were sometimes that simple, $name1 thought with a smile on her lips. That smile deflated as the restaurant where he was waiting for her appeared in her field of vision. She parked and taking one last look in the mirror, got out of the vehicle.
“Here we go.”
Trying to infuse herself with encouragement.
He was waiting for her on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. When $name1 reached his side, he complimented her attire. Now, things started to go pretty normal from that point on.
The man sitting across the table from her was a dull.
$name1 had to force conversation, his smile wasn’t entirely genuine. She came to wonder how the man appeared to be enjoying himself.
To her, this encounter was anything but fun. She had expected something more, all those nerves (which for her was something new) for nothing.
However, she didn’t leave.
She stayed until the end of the date. He had put his hand over hers and looked into her eyes while $name1 told a story on her own so she wouldn’t die of boredom.
In theory, $name1 was the one who was bringing this date forward, but she didn’t know how much longer she could go on like this.
Dinner ended, it had been a rather boring closing, but not unexpected: $name1 was more than aware that it would end like this from early in the night. Dinner ended, and he walked her to her car.
“I’ve had fun. I hope we can do it again.”
He announced as he leaned forward to kiss her.
In $name1’s mind, sex had been probable that night, and when he leaned forward to kiss her, that probability had become a possibility.
She had never had so much faith in a kiss. Their lips touched and $name1 became a little aroused, mostly from the lump she had felt on her thigh, more than from the kiss.
The kiss had been tasteless, and she felt she had wasted her time.
She could have had other plans.
However, it was late, and her pussy felt wet from his package rubbing against her.
She would go home; there was nothing else to do there. Sex was not an option for her, not with him.
“Good night.”
She said goodbye forcing her millionth smile of the evening.
The man stood there somewhat disappointed at $name1’s perception, but he managed to pull himself together in time. Or at least that’s what it looked like to her from a distance.
“What a waste of time.”
$name1 said as she glanced in the rearview mirror.
She drove back home. Without being upset, the evening had been precisely what she had expected. She pursed her lips in a clear gesture of disappointment.
The man was attractive; however, the date hadn’t been great, and it had just been okay. It was still a long way home, the heat she had felt between her legs still lingered.
She didn’t want to wait until she got home. Despite the relatively awful date, it had managed to turn her on.
She wanted a short-term solution.
She pushed her legs together, in a desperate attempt to calm the fire, but it didn’t work.
She began to look this way and that in search of a secluded spot where she could park.
It was no longer about not wanting to wait until she got home, now it was about not being able to control herself. The burning in her core was becoming more and more pressing.
The dress she was wearing at that instant was quite short, almost short enough to make her pussy accessible, but she couldn’t do anything while driving, it wasn’t wise.
If she tried it there might be an accident. There had to be a better way.
Was it urgent? Of course, her momentum was out of control.
She had been thinking of a very different night than that, and she was not amused at having to wait until she got home for a little fun with herself. $name1’s expression was unflappable, her concentration palpable, she wasn’t going home yet.
The road was long, and her patience was limited. $name1’s eyes searched avidly, and at last, what seemed to her to be the most suitable place appeared before her sight. It was impossible that it could be a more perfect place.
A secluded spot, far from anyone who might spy on her. At least, that was what was in $name1’s mind.
Stopping there, she had looked in all directions to make sure no one was hiding in the shadows. She didn’t want any interruptions. If that ever happened, she would be very upset.
She was horny and wanted to take care of that as soon as possible. Not a second longer. Once she knew no one would show up go there, she lifted her dress to her waist, very seriously considering taking off her panties, but in the end, she pushed them aside.
$name1’s pussy was like the flow of a river.
$name1’s fingers were soon in action, those fingers massaged her clit slowly, bobbing up and down performing a dance.
All those juices adhered to her fingers to her hand. With her eyes closed, $name1 played and the night wouldn’t be so bad anymore. Her button was swollen at the slightest touch it sent twinges of pleasure throughout her body. $name1 was in glory, she couldn’t stop.
She wanted more, so much more. With each passing second, she spread her legs wider. Her eyes tightly closed, her legs spread at an almost painful angle, and her fingers moving at a considerable speed, was all she needed at that instant.
The minutes ticked by, but $name1 didn’t notice them. Suddenly, she almost forgot where she was.
The alley was silent. She didn’t hear any sound coming from outside. Her task continued without delay.
Suddenly, a loud bang jolted her out of her hitherto impenetrable concentration.
At first, she did not know where the sound came from. $name1 had to make an enormous effort to put herself in the situation. Then all the events of the night came rushing into her mind with astonishing speed.
Her eyes were wide open, and she was looking towards the place where she believed the sound was coming from.
A man, whom she soon identified as a policeman, was tapping on her driver’s side window.
$name1 immediately sat up, pulled down her dress, left her panties in their original position; she was doing it almost in slow motion trying to delay the moment when she should roll down the window.
She did it with much ceremony, and the policeman watched her from above with a strange expression on his face, a mixture of surprise, excitement, and annoyance. Though the latter expression, poorly disguised.
“Miss, what do you think you’re doing? This is a public road.”
The policeman reminded her as he kept staring at her huge breasts.
“Officer, I didn’t think… I mean…”
$name1 couldn’t find the right words.
“I mean, you didn’t think anyone was going to see you…”
He finished the sentence that was on $name1’s mind.
Even though she didn’t say anything, her face gave her away. What the cop had just said was exactly what she was thinking of saying.
The cop smiled, it was a sardonic laugh, his gaze was still riveted on $name1’s breasts, and he was looking at her in general with a lewdness that left very little room for doubt in $name1’s opinion.
“I was just leaving…”
She said, at last, testing the waters.
“Oh, but you can’t go, miss. You were being publicly indecent. As you understand, I can’t let you go just like that.”
That smile still hadn’t faded from the policeman’s face. Now he was looking at her with more sadism.
“Well, I didn’t think that was the case…”
$name1 replied.
“But it was…”
She paused to think about the implications as that man looked at her. She didn’t want a criminal record. That was out of the question. She knew the cop, wouldn’t let her off that easy.
“I’ll let you go on one condition: you can go ahead and finish what you were doing, while… Giving me something whilst I watch. What do you say?”
At that moment the cop, touched his crotch, more specifically the bulge between them that was sticking out.
$name1 thought it was the best option she had. Besides, she wanted to finish what she had started, her clit was throbbing like crazy waiting to be touched, and her already swollen vulva couldn’t wait any longer.
$name1 nodded her head, and the policeman unbuttoned his uniform pants to free his erect member.
$name1 with one hand brought it to her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked it to smear it with her saliva.
Her other hand was busy on her pussy, where she continued to masturbate, but this time she also had a penis embedded in her mouth.
It was an arduous task, which $name1 performed to perfection.
She was moving her head, describing a semi-circle around that cock, and then the cop drew her head in even more.
$name1 felt that cock thrust further into her mouth, piercing her throat, and bringing tears to her eyes.
Meanwhile, the activity between her legs had not ceased: she was moving her fingers at full speed over her clit, sliding them into her pussy. She was sliding them in and out with blinding fury.
She had to keep up the pace, sucking the cop’s cock and masturbating so he didn’t charge her.
She couldn’t moan, but boy did she want to.
She felt like she was choking, as the cop thrust his hips into her face and his cock saved another few inches into her throat.
Tears slid down her face, falling on her chest. The cop reached out a hand and grabbed one of her big tits, moving his hand under the neckline of $name1’s dress, squeezing them hard, at the same time thrusting his cock deep into $name1’s throat.
Saliva rolled down $name1’s tits, and the cop increased the speed. Her gasps were becoming more and more audible. $name1 also increased her movements on her clitoris.
The policeman was breathing heavily, and his hips moved uncontrollably until he stopped moving to let out a grunt and then a sigh.
$name1 came with an apotheosis spurt that soaked the driver’s seat, and she swallowed all the cum the cop had released into her mouth.
The police officer withdrew with a shake of his head and returned to where he had come from. For $name1, everything that happened was unexpected.
She had been on a regular date and out of nowhere, a policeman caught her masturbating. She came better than she would have without a penis in her mouth.
A hard cock, she would have liked to have it inside the rest of her holes as well. However, she had only done it to save herself from having a record.
In other circumstances, she would certainly have invited the cop to her house, or right there in her car so as not to complicate things too much.