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 Country Road Copyright 2001 by the Wraith and Rob Roy



   Sally Turner was going to look at a house that just came on the market.
She was a married mother with one 16-year-old son, Dave, a loving husband,
Jeff.  Her career as a real estate broker was moving along nicely.  She
made over 100 thousand dollars this year, and was in for a big bonus later
in the month as the top seller of the year.  Everything about her life
looked perfect.  She was of a medium height with a slim tapered body.  She
worked out religiously, and ate only healthy food.  She had shoulder length
brunette hair, a pretty face that turned beautiful when she smiled at you.
She used all her charms to sell houses, but today her charms were going to
be a hindrance, and she'll wish she stayed home.

   When she tried to start the car to leave this morning, it would not
start, and the towing service would take two hours to get there, so she
borrowed her son's car.  It was a 1990 Ford Mustang with loud exhaust
system, which was giving Sally a headache, and was a four speed to boot. 
She hated driving such a piece of junk, but she had to get to this house
and put the lockbox on the door.  It was just a twenty-five minute drive
into the countryside, but the commission was well worth the drive.  She
would be enjoying the drive except for this stupid car.  Sally had to
unbutton a couple of the lower buttons on her tight skirt to shift the car,
and was worried about getting it dirty with the filthy interior.  This day
was not going very well, but what else could happen on such a lovely day.

   Bobby was thinking about Mrs.  Turner as he headed out of town to take
some nature pictures for his photography class.  "Sally", he loved the
sound of her name.  Sally was the mother of his best friend, and Bobby
spent as much time as he could over there.  She was a classic beauty in his
eyes.  5'6", had a beautiful face, shiny brunette hair that came over her
shoulders, and he knew she was a 34-23-35 with B cup breasts because he
looked in her lingerie drawer.  Bobby fantasized about her almost every
night for the last couple years.  In all those times he spent sleeping over
at her house he never saw her in her underwear, but he knew every pair of
her panties by heart, and his favorite one was a silky nylon flower print
panty.  He also ran his fingers through her slip drawer and found the most
silky and soft light blue slip with cream lace, and a matching mocha
colored one.  He had even taken this blue one out and rubbed his erection
across it.  He scared himself when he left a trace of pre-cum on the slip,
but seeing the stain, he rubbed his erection across the cotton crotch of
the flowered nylon panties and imagined his cum rubbing up against her
pussy as she spent the day unaware that a few drops of his seed was rubbing
against her.  This is the pair of panties and slip combination he dreamed
of on the way into the country.  She would be coming from the shower and
walking naked across the room, and turn and say, "Which combinations of
lingerie shall I wear for you today, Bobby?  Do you have a favorite color
today?" Hmmm.  Maybe you'll let me pick this time?  Do you like blue or
mocha?  How about the mocha set I own.  I know you like that set.  I've
seen the stains you leave, when you think I won't notice, but you know how
much I want you being close to me, or even better in me." He looked at his
new digital camera lying on the passenger seat, and his fantasy morphed
into a photo session, and she was now posing in her various panties and
slips.  "Come here Bobby so I can show you how hot I am for you.  Can you
see how wet I'm getting?"

   Officer Ray Conway was having a bad day.  His girl friend had just
broken up with him the night before.  He pictured her in his mind; she was
5'5" long brunette hair, beautiful face, and a lithe toned body, a cute
ass, but a bitchy attitude.  He hated brunettes today.  God help the next
brunette he stopped today.  He knew this, and spent most of his shift in
the country on small back roads to keep out of their way.  He pictured what
he would do if his girlfriend were here.  "I'll make that bitch suffer, and
then she'll be begging me for a chance to swallow my whole load." He can
hear her pleading voice, "Please Ray, I'm sorry I broke up with you! 
Please I'll do anything to keep you!  Anything!" Ray spent the next hour
thinking up things for Cheryl to do.

   Sally was worried about a fight last night with her husband.  He was
worried she was working too hard, and wanted his wife around the house
more. He quietly hinted maybe she had a lover, but deep inside he knew she
was faithful to him, and would never have an affair.  He wanted to make
love all day today since their son was visiting their grandparents, but
Sally refused to cancel her appointments today.  Sally noticed the
disappointment on his face, but still could not stay home.  She knew her
husband was probably right, but Sally didn't want to loose the bonus.  She
was obsessing about work, and turning into a workaholic slowly each day. 
Next year I'll go part time, she thought, and still make enough money to
pay for Dave's collage tuition, and still have enough left over for the
extras she had become accustomed to.

   Sally was not watching the road as close as she should, and crossed the
double yellow line.  She saw a police car coming the other direction, and
immediately corrected her driving, and she was now driving on her side of
the road.  She saw the cop drive by, and felt relief as the car passed out
of sight in her rearview mirror.  She forgot all about the police, and
continued to feel guilty about leaving her husband, and was just about to
turn around and go home, and thought, "Jeff is right.  I am spending too
much time at work or thinking about work.  I'll go home, and give him a
special present.  I haven't given Jeff a blowjob in over sixteen years.  I
gave my first and last blowjob on the night our honeymoon, and I asked Jeff
not to cum in my mouth, but he said, "Sorry!  I couldn't help it." There is
nothing more disgusting I can think to do, but I know how much Jeff will
enjoy it.  I owe him something special today, and after this.  I know his
fears will dissolve.  Although he never mentions it anymore, I can tell he
wants me to do this for him."

   Sally pulled over and just finished doing a K-turn, and was going home
to her husband.  She would spend the day in her sexy lingerie, she knew how
much he loved her silk and lace, and do everything she could to make her
husband's day, and thought, "I'll stop at the mall on the way, and get
something very sheer and extremely naughty.  That will make it easier to
apologize.  His thoughts will be on other things." When the police car
crested the hill.  The Police had his flashing lights on.  He passed by,
and turned around, and signaled Sally to pull over.

   Ray was driving and thinking about his ex-girlfriend.  "That bitch is
out driving!" He saw Cheryl's Mustang drifting over the yellow line, and
then corrects itself.  "Didn't the bitch care I can see her?  Was she
trying to hit me?" Her car seems a little louder than normal, but I know
that's her car.  I'll let her think I let her go and then go get even."

   Sally wasn't concerned about the cop.  She knew she hadn't been speeding
and figured there was nothing to worry about, Probably a mistaken identity.
She rolled down the window of the mustang.  She searched for her driver's
license, and remembered this was her son's car, and she didn't have a
registration for his car.  She leaned over and was looking in the glove box
when the officer stepped up to the window.  What she didn't know was that
with her skirt unbuttoned at the bottom, a good 4 inches of her mocha slip
with ivory lace was showing, and her legs were spread a little as she
leaned over to the other side of the car rooting through the glove box. 
This caused her skirt to ride up, and was giving a good display of her
legs. Sally was not the kind of woman to let her underwear show.  She knew
how much most men were turned on by a woman's lingerie and she was too shy
to ever let it show in public.  She pranced around for her husband in her
bra and slip, and on rare and special occasions she would get totally
naked, but he was her husband, lover and best friend.  She felt safe and
secure in the knowledge he would never hurt her in any way.

   Ray came up to the window and his eyes seized on the mocha colored nylon
and ivory lace, and the amount of leg she was showing.  At first he was
shocked because Cheryl never wore expensive colored slips, and was about to
say something to her about it, when Sally's voice interrupted his thoughts,
"Was I doing something wrong Officer?" Ray looked into her eyes and
realized this wasn't Cheryl after all.  He stammered a bit and then said:
"Ma'am, you crossed the yellow line back there and almost hit me.  I wonder
if you have had a bit too much to drink."

   Sally laughed, and said "I haven't touched a drop, and I'd never drink
this early in the morning." I'm sorry.  I was just was driving her son's
car and I'm not used to it yet.  I must have just taken my eyes off the
road for a second, but I'll be more careful in the future." Ray looked
again at her hem and legs, and found this beautiful woman was arousing him,
and loving the look of her sitting there in her sexy colored slip trimmed
in lace.  His eyes were covered by wrap around mirrored sunglasses and he
was pretty sure she couldn't see where he was looking.  He was about to let
her go, when he saw the ashtray of the car was open, and a suspiciously
thin cigarette was crushed in it.

   "Ma'am, I sorry, but I'll have to ask you to step out of the car," he
said.

   "Of course, Officer, but can you tell me why?"

   "Just get out of the car, please."

   Sally opened the door and started to get out.  She realized at that
moment that she had unbuttoned her skirt this morning, and it was open at
the bottom and a lot of her slip was showing.  She flushed red as she
looked up at the Officer, but his sunglasses hid precisely where his eyes
were focused and she hoped he hadn't noticed, and thought, "But he's a man,
and I know he was looking at the show I was putting on." She was
embarrassed to get out of the car.  She knew there was no way to exit the
low car and not expose the slip again, but she exited the car, and she was
now standing by the side of the road as the cop reached into the car and
pulled out a roach.

   "Ma'am, do you know what this is?"

   Sally almost fainted!  She thought,"I guessed my son smoked a little
marijuana, who doesn't at his age?  But I hoped he would be more discreet,
and how stupid he is for leaving it in plain sight."

   "Officer, I know what you are thinking but that isn't mine."

   "OK, Then you're saying that everything I find inside this car belongs
to your son, and must be his.  Fine we'll go visit with him now.  Please
call him, and you better tell him to bring a good lawyer with him to the
station, because this is a zero tolerance state.  Just possessing this
small amount he is looking at minimum of five years"

   Sally was now nonplussed, but thought, "I can't turn in my own son, and
yet if I take the blame, I'll be destroying my own career in this area. 
I'll never be top anything again." Sally said, "Officer, there must be a
mistake.  It must belong to one his friends.  My son is out of town now,
and he hasn't used the car in a while, and he must have loaned it to a
friend.  Please believe me!

   Ray looked at the pretty mother standing by the side of the road, and
thought, "She's an evil brunette just like my bitch of a girlfriend Cheryl,
and obviously rich by the look of her clothing, and I'll make this one pay
for Cheryl's remarks last night."

   "I am afraid I will have to call for a tow truck, and impound your car,
and take you in to the station.  You will be booked, and released
relatively soon.  No more that five hours total, maybe less if you have
some connections with a judge.  You should be home to make dinner for the
family.  "

   "Oh no!  Officer, please, I have a reputation in this town that will be
ruined if I am arrested.  Look it is barely ¼ of a joint, and skinny. 
There is hardly enough marijuana in it to constitute it is even a joint. 
Couldn't you just forget it and let me go?"

   Tears had formed in Sally's eyes and the Officer, instead of being moved
by it, saw his chance to get even with all women, and thought, "What will
this beauty allow me to do to her before she says stop?"

   "Ma'am it is possible for me to confiscate the joint, but I have no idea
if about where the rest of the stash might be.  I'll have to search the
car."

   "Sure!" Sally said, "gladly, please look all you want, there is nothing
there." but sally thought,"I hope Dave smoked all he had or I'm in deep
trouble."

   Ray did a cursory search of the car, and while he was searching the
truck, Sally just noticed that Bobby, her son's best friend, had pulled up
on the other side of the road and looked at her and then parked in the
overlook area.  He called across the two-lane road, "Hi, Mrs.  Turner,
having a problem?"

   "Oh no, Bobby, just a routine traffic stop; I should be on my way soon.
Thanks for stopping, but you should just go enjoy this beautiful day."
Bobby waved and turned back to the view with his digital camera and began
framing shots.

   Ray had finished his search and told Sally he found nothing in the car.
Sally breathed a sigh of relief and then began to open the door to get in
the car.  "Just a minute, ma'am, the search isn't finished."

   "It's not?" she asked, with a puzzled look on her face.

   "Ma'am, how do I know you haven't secreted the drugs on your person?"

   "But Officer, I assure you I am a upstanding citizen, I belong to the
Rotary Club, and give you my word of honor that I neither use drugs nor
deal them."

   "That's all well and good, ma'am, but I am going to have to book you,
and then have a matron search you."

   "Please, God, no!  You'll ruin my business and we won't be able to
afford to send our son to college.  Please Officer, don't book me." Sally
pleaded and tears rolled down her face.

   Ray seized his opportunity, "There might be another way, but you being a
lady and all... No... Now, I don't think it is a very good idea now.  I'm
sorry I brought it up."

   "Oh anything!  Please I'll do anything you think I need to do to prove
I'm not carrying drugs." Sally cried.

   "I could search you right here, and if I don't find any additional
drugs, I'll destroy the joint, and you can go on your way to enjoy the rest
of this day."

   Sally flushed, and then asked, "You mean, like, pat me down?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   Sally figured she could deal with a simple pat down and so said, "OK."
"How bad could it be?"

   Without being told she assumed the position for a pat down, with her
arms on her car roof and her feet shoulder width apart.  Ray loved the
sight of this lovely woman spread for him and nearly drooled at the
prospect of running his hands along her body.  He began at her feet and
touched each of her toes through her open toed 3-inch beige hi-heels.  He
moved his hands up her calves slowly circling, and touching every inch of
her leg nylon covered calf.  Using his thumb and index finger from both
hands, he made a circle, and lightly applied pressure as his hands moved
ever slowly up her leg, first the left, and then the right.  His hands
finally moved over her knees, and up to her hemline.  Her retraced his path
and moved his hands down till he was at her left ankle, and started on the
right leg this time.

   Sally began to get uncomfortable with the search, but tried to be brave.
"I thought a pat down was a few light pats along my body and that's it."
When his hands reached under her skirt, she stood up, reached down, and
stopped his hands, "Officer, I believe this is more than a pat down.  I
insist you do it properly."

   "Well ma'am, I knew you'd object to my searching of you, and that is why
I said to forget it.  You're a lady, and should not have strange men
touching your person.  I'll take you to the station, and have a matron
perform the rest of his search.  I can't let you go now without assuring
myself there are no drugs are on your person.  You consented to a search,
and a search you'll get.  So it's up to you.  You can TELL me to continue
or we can go downtown.  I'll leave the choice to you, but downtown I'll
have to file a report, and the joint will have to be logged, but you will
not have a man intimately touching your person.  Please decide."

   Bobby was in heaven as Sally leaned over the car.  He knew she was about
to be searched, and wished he was touching her, but at least he would see
his dream being fondled.  "This is so cool!  I'm going to watch Sally get
touched all over, and she knows I'm watching.  Shit it's over!  Sally
decided to call it quits.  Damn...!  Oh wait!  She's getting back into
position.  Thank you!  Look he's rubbing her ass under her skirt.  I wish
that was me!  I can at least watch her."

   Sally was torn with the decision, and thought, "I know now he is going
to grope me, and fondle me till he is satisfied.  This will not be a
routine pat down, but something out of a nightmare.  I can't afford to be
arrested, or ruin my son's life for a little touching." She groaned and
returned to the position.  "I can do this!"

   Ray crouched down and began again, and loved the way Sally squirmed as
his hands roamed up under her skirt and around her toned firm thighs.  He
went extremely slow this time.  Up to her thighs, and back down, and then
switched to the other leg.  Up and back down he was enjoying her struggling
to stand still almost as much as touching her.  He loved the feeling of her
pantyhose, and the sound it made with each pass.

   She thought she would die when his hand finally touched her ass, and
then roamed over her ass.  Just lightly caressing it.  She knew he was
deliberately taking his time.  Sally almost told him to stop as his hand
touched the front of the upper thighs only inches from her womanhood, but
he moved his hands, as he never intended to touch her there.  He was now
feeling the front of her pantyhose.  He moved his hands over the top of her
crotch just above her pubic hair, she was worried as the hands moved ever
lower, and grazed her bush getting a good notion of how much hair she had.
He never touched her pussy, and moved his hand back to her ass.  Sally
didn't know how much more of this she could take.  He moved his hands
between her spread thighs just a hair breath away from her pussy, and he
finally touched her between her spread legs directly on her vagina.  His
hands were removed as fast as they arrived.  She felt the horrible hands
again touching her intimately, and there was no suggestion this could even
be called a search, but the thought of jail kept her in position a little
while longer.  After the third pass she broke and shouted "Officer,
Please!" When his hands cupped her crotch, and gave it a long squeeze
trying to rub her clitoris with a fingertip.  Ray was satisfied with the
great feel he had gotten, and it was time to do some other things anyway.
He slid his hands down the inside of her long legs, out of her skirt.  He
stood up and placed his hands on her waist.  He would not forget to get a
feel of her tits, and roamed over her torso, finally resting on her
breasts. He quit pretending to be searching and just started to fondle the
woman.

   Sally had worn an underwire push-up bra, and thought, "I have always
been a bit ashamed of my small tits and always wore a push-up bra to make
them more prominent." He quit touching her breasts almost immediately.  She
was very happy about this, and thought the worst was over.

   "Ma'am, I feel something bulky here, right below your breasts." He
demonstrates and again feels her modest breasts.  Using both thumbs to rub
the area.

   "Oh that's just the underwire part of my bra."

   "Ma'am, I don't understand?  What is it?  Underwire?  I'm a cop, not a
lingerie salesman."

   "Oh well," she giggled, "its just part of a bra to make a woman's
breasts stand out a little more.  You know it kinda pushes them up and in"

   "I've never heard of that ma'am, I'm going to have to take a look." and
thought, "How dumb can this lady be?  She just let me feel her up, and
she's telling me about the construction of her bra.  I love this lady."

   Sally turned around, her face a bright red.  "You mean you want me to
open my sweater for you.  Here in the middle of a road in public?  You are
insane!"

   "I have offered to do this at the station with a matron, and you have
pleaded twice with me not to take you in.  Make up your mind.  If you
object just one more time, I am taking you in book you, and your son.  So I
want you to ask me to search you here, and if you refuse, it's down to the
station.  Ma'am I'm too busy to play games with you, so make up your mind
once and for all.  What is it you want to do?"

   Sally was in a quandary, and thought, "Can I unbutton my sweater in the
public before a man, a complete stranger, and a close friend of my son
looking on?  I don't know?  Can I stay in business if word got around that
I've been arrested for drugs?  Hell, it's just my bra, and I wear a bikini
in the summer.  This shouldn't be too bad." She made her decision, and
said, "Yes Officer, you may continue your search."

   "Sorry, ma'am, I need to hear that you want me to search your person for
drugs.  In fact, I think I need a witness." Ray called out to Bobby who was
taking pictures across the road.  "Son, will you come over her for a
minute?"

   "Please Officer, he is a friend of my son, I can't have him witness such
a search.  He's like part of the family.  Please don't make me do this in
front of him.  Just send him away, and you can search me.  Please!

   "Ma'am I told you once, either you shut up and allow me to proceed, or
we go downtown."

   Bobby crossed the road with his camera and listened as the officer
explained he was needed as a witness.  He ask a couple questions Sally
couldn't hear, but didn't like the look in the officers eyes as he looked
at her.  She knew he was making a decision about her, and was worried. 
They both nodded and laughed, and then told Sally what she had to say in
front of both of them to continue the search.

   "I thought you were my friend Bobby?  Please leave.  I'm asking you to
respect me, and have some consideration for my feelings, and if not for me,
remember I'm your friend's mother.  I thought I was like a mother to you."
Sally pleaded.

   "It's up to you kid, she's about to take off that sweater, but hey, if
you don't want to look, I guess it's time to go."

   Sally was in a better mood as she thought Bobby would be swayed by her
guilt, but crumbled as she heard bobby's answer.  "I think I'll stick
around if that's OK officer?"

   "Ma'am let's continue, he is staying."

   "Please search my person here by the side of the road out in public.  I
give you permission to search me as thoroughly as you need, to feel certain
I'm not carrying any drugs.  I will remove clothing as directed, and will
not complain.  I do this of my own free will, and will not file harassment
charges later.  Please tell me when your ready to begin."

   Ray had an idea to further humiliate this woman and he turned to Bobby
"Hey kid, I want you to take pictures of this search, so that there is no
mistake about my procedures.  I will direct you to when to take the photos,
ok?" Bobby nodded and a grin stole across his face.  Sally saw his grin and
blushed a deeper scarlet.  "

   "Now ma'am please unbutton your sweater so I can check for drugs in your
bra." With fingers barely working, she started at the bottom and worked her
way up her clinging dusty rose knit sweater until it hung limply.  She knew
the cop and the boy could see the middle of her mocha silk and lace front
opening bra and she was so humiliated she was about to cry.

   "OK son, take a picture of her."

   Bobby was in heaven.  Sally had on the bra he was just dreaming about.
This is so great.  Her dusty rose sweater hanging a couple inches apart,
and contrast of the mocha bra between it, and he knew in any minute the
sweater was coming off.  He reached down to adjust his hard-on, and the
sheriff said, "Me too kid, She's some looker, but you'll have to do your
civic duty, and push out those thoughts aside for a while." Bobby blushed
as he noticed Mrs.  Turner looking at his crotch.

   "Click" Sally dreaded that sound.  It was bad enough to be removing her
clothing in front of them, but to have pictures taken.  Pictures that may
get distributed to the net, and will destroy my reputation, and career. 
"Officer, please don't let him..."

   "What did I say?  I said for you to shut up, and remove your clothing.
Button your shirt we're going downtown!"

   "I'm sorry!  Please... I'll be quiet from now on!  Please..."

   "This is your last chance.  I mean it!  You will ask this kid to take
the pictures when I say.  Ask him to take another, and open up that shirt,
and by god you had better smile."

   "Take it." she said, but thought, "I can't believe it has come to this,
asking Bobby to photograph me in my underwear.  How did I get in this
situation?  I was going home, and now I'm standing with my sweater open on
a side road in public, and I'm about to remove my clothing.  I don't
understand."

   "Hey lady, I thought this was a friend?  Use his name, and be polite. 
Remember he is doing you a favor, not you him.  Remember you can quit this
at any time."

   "Sure, and ruin my son's life, or my career, like I have a choice.  Once
I open my sweater, and show my bra, I'm sure this game will end.  Let's
just get this done." Sally thought, and then said, "Uhm... Bobby could you
take my picture?"

   "Sure Mrs.  Turner.  I'd love to take pictures of you.  In fact I was
just thinking about taking your picture." Bobby took another picture of
Mrs. Turner in her ivory front button skirt.  The ivory skirt was a couple
inches above her knees.  It was an elegant cut and hugged her body closely,
but was not slutty in the least.  It was stylish and classy.  The bottom
couple inches were blowing open, and it showed the 3-inch ivory delicate
laced edge and a hint of the mocha color of her slip.

   "Ma'am, open your shirt, just grab the bottom and pull, and say open
sesame." he said, and thought, "Here it comes let's see the cans on this
babe."

   This was the hardest thing Sally had ever done.  Never in all of her 36
years has she ever shown another man her lingerie.  She married her
boyfriend from junior high, and got married right after high school.  She
knew the officer was waiting for her to do this.  She reached up and
grabbed the bottoms like he asked and without thinking opened her dusty
rose knit sweater.  She pulled it open and stood there.  She looked at the
two men and saw a growing lust in their eyes.  The humiliation of just
holding her shirt open was almost more than she could bear.  She wore
special lingerie today.  Trying to make herself feel better, after the
fight last night, but she never thought to be showing it to a neighbor kid,
and a cop or she would have worn something not so sheer and lacy.

   "Well, did you forget something?  Tell the kid to take a picture."

   Bobby was salivating as she opened her shirt.  How many nights, and
fantasies did he have about this, and here it was happening.  Look at the
bra!  There are her nipples!  Those 2-inch brown circles under her bra, and
her nipples are hard.  It was his favorite bra that she owned, a mocha
colored bra with the top half of delicate see through lace with a shinny
satin bottom.  It pushed her breasts together like a Wonderbra.  The
contrast between satin and lace was overwhelming to him, to be able to
finally see the color of her nipples, and the shimmering satin calling to
him to come and caress it and fondle those breasts.  To see the bra how it
was designed, cradling a pair of breasts, filling the cup to capacity, and
pushing them up and together.  Her voice startled him, but he followed the
directions.

   Sally thought, "Soon this will end.  I wish Bobby would stop staring at
my breasts."

   "Bobby, please take the picture."

   "Drop the sweater."

   "What?" Sally asked.

   "Did you say something ma'am?"

   "No officer, I'm being quiet." Sally with growing apprehension let the
sweater fall down her back.  Not knowing what to do with it she tossed the
sweater on the mustangs hood.  "Please take the picture Bobby."

   "Ma'am I'm going to need you to take a deep breath for the next picture.
You don't have a problem with this do you?  I just need to see what those
little bumps are hiding inside your bra.  They look like a set of hard
nipples, but that can't be, now can it?"

   It was more than Sally could take.  She felt the misting in her eyes
expand and she knew very soon she would break, as she filled her lungs to
capacity, and waited for the next picture.

   "Hey kid, do I need to tell ya to get some close-ups of her hardened
nipples.

   "No sir!  I think I got it.  I take photography classes in school, and
this is my first real model, so I want to do a good job.  I don't think
Mrs. Turner will let me take pictures of her again wearing that kind of
underwear."

   Sally started to protest, but saw the officer shake his head, and she
remained silent, but thought, "Take pictures of me in my underwear!  I'd
like to slap that silly grin off your face you little punk.  Wait until I
tell me husband, and Dave how you stood by and took pictures of me, and
leered at my body.  I'll be the one laughing, and I'll get even some day."

   "Ma'am I want you to start at the bottom of your skirt, and unbutton
each of the remaining buttons, and pull the skirt open.  You will wait
until the Boy Wonder here takes his pictures, and then move on to the next
button.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes officer."

   Bobby looked on in amazement as the mocha colored satin slip came into
view a little at a time.

   Sally was unbuttoning her skirt.  She was degraded to pull it open, and
display such an intimate article of clothing.  Every button was opened, but
the very top one, and she had her hands spread wide holding a hemline in
each hand.  She was showing her mocha colored half-slip, and was putting on
a show.  The final button was undone, and her skirt fell into the grass on
the side of the road.  She removed it from the grass, and tossed it on the
hood beside her sweater.

   Ray was speechless as the classy lady stood there in matching lingerie.
She was beautiful.  She just stood there waiting for her next command.  Her
red eyes were misting and a single tear traveled down her left side.  Her
mascara was not waterproof.  She started to get raccoon eyes as her eyes
filled with tears.  The second tear travels down, and Ray was now hard as a
rock.  Soon you'll get yours Cheryl!  Soon I'm going to let myself go.

   Bobby was stunned stupid as his dream woman; Sally was wearing the exact
clothing from so many fantasies.  It was more than he could take.  She was
stunning wearing a half-slip, and matching bra.  Reality was so much
better, although the silky fabric rubbing across his hard cock felt great,
it was nothing compared to seeing the lingerie worn by a beautiful woman.
He could not put into words how much this affected him.  She was a couple
feet away wearing a silky mocha colored half-slip with a creamy ivory 3-
inch lace border.  The fabric was so shinny it seamed like it was changing
colors.  It looked like a light tan, the changed to a copper color the
shadows from the trees were playing tricks on his eyes.  Had Bobby not
known the exact color he would not be certain now.  Something was calling
for his attention, but he was lost in Mrs., turner's beauty.

   "Hey kid!  Wake up!" the officer laughingly shouted to the kid who was
standing there eyes glazed over by the woman before him.

   "What?" Bobby answers after a while.

   "Your big chance, what comes off next?

   "Pantyhose!  I'd like her to lift up that slip and show me what's under
there."

   "Don't tell me kid, tell her." Ray saw the look in her eyes, and said,
"Lady it looks like your changing your mind.  Are we to continue here, or
get you dressed and take you somewhere more private?  Like down to the
station?

   Sally was having a hard time, and thought, "I never thought I would have
to obey Bobby, but here it is.  I can let Bobby see my panties and remove
my pantyhose, or get arrested.  The getting arrested is looking better, but
bobby still has the pictures, and I'll be in jail.  Not much of a choice."

   She gathered the shiny slip, and raised her slip until her pantyhose
showed.

   As sally had been instructed to do, she remained standing straight with
her hands on her thighs, and gathered the slip with her fingers.  This
caused the ivory lace-trimmed slip to be slowly raised ever higher, and
thought, "Please let this nightmare end soon!" The slip was now almost to
the top of her thighs, and she knew it was a matter of seconds before the
next picture was taken of her standing outside on a bright sunny day
holding her favorite slip over her waist showing off her skimpy panties. 
She cringed as Bobby knelt down in front of her, and thought, "How can he
ask me to open my legs so he can, as he so rudely said, "see my beaver" and
I'm actually going to do this.  He is almost touching my panties with his
camera."

   Bobby lay down on the grass and ask Mrs.  Turner to straddle his head
for the next picture

   "Lean forward Mrs.  Turner I want your face, and bra in this picture so
I can prove it is your pussy."

   Sally did as she was told.  And Bobby, his face between her legs and the
camera pointed upward, snapped a picture of her panties in pantyhose and
her bra, with her beautiful face above.  As Sally looked down at the prone
boy, she saw his erection tenting his pants even more than before.  As
Bobby got up she let her half-slip drop down again and saw the Officer with
his hand on his trouser front adjusting his own erection.  All her strength
left her and she knew she was ruined, and made the wrong choice.  She would
do what they asked of her.  She felt as if in a trance and knew she would
refuse nothing.  Her will power was gone; the only thing in her world was
to end the humiliation.

   When Bobby had gotten to his feet, Ray told her that a visual inspection
was required but he would need to do a physical inspection as well.  Sally
nodded, drained and unable to protect herself, and thought, "I am nothing.
They control me.  I'm only here for their enjoyment, I know it, and still
cannot stop them."

   Ray barked out, "Mrs.  Turner, please remove your bra for a physical
inspection." Without more encouragement, Sally reached behind her back and
unclipped her mocha and lace bra.  She hesitated for a split second, which
only made her disrobing more exciting for the two males facing her.  She
could see their faces expectantly waiting for a view of her breasts. 
Though she was wrung out.  She was determined, and she would protect her
modesty.  With the bra hanging on her shoulders, she reached up with her
left hand to hold the bra in place, and removed the strap from the right
arm.  She repeated this and placed both hands under her bra, and as soon as
the bra fell from her breasts to the ground her breasts were at least
concealed from their prying eyes, and thought, "My breasts are small enough
that I can cover them completely, thank God.  This is the first time I am
grateful for small breasts."

   "Bobby," said Ray, "please pick up Mrs.  Turner's bra and bring it to me
for a physical examination." Bobby was shaking as he bent down and touched
the wonderful silky lace bra he had fantasized so much about.  While he had
touched her slip and panties in her bedroom, he had never touched her bra.
Bobby picked up the garment and brought it to the officer, who looked at it
and felt around it, saying, "This feels drug free to me, but to be extra
sure, Bobby, will you please feel around for any hiding places behind the
stitching?"

   "I have died and gone to heaven.  I am 3 feet away from a half naked
Mrs. Turner, fondling her bra, with just her hands hiding her tits.  Her
half slip on view for the world, and it's all in public, and I have
pictures!

   Ray knew the moment of truth was near and reveled in his power to
humiliate this woman.  "Ma'am, please remove your pantyhose so we can check
them too." Sally was stunned, and thought, "Oh no, if I have to remove my
hose, my breasts will be exposed.  I can't do it, not in public, by the
side of a road, in front of two men."

   "I... I... Uhm... I, can't do it," she cried.  Ray made a quick
decision. "Bobby, since Mrs.  Turner refused to remove her own pantyhose
I'll need a volunteer.  Perhaps you would be kind enough to oblige."

   Bobby didn't even answer but moved as a zombie to stand right in front
of the woman he fantasized about each night.  He dropped to his knees and
his hands went to the hem of her silky mocha slip.  He let his hands play
along the lace hem, and the nylon, letting out an unconscious moan as he
did so, and thought, "I can't believe this is real.  I'm actually going to
see Mrs.  Turner's panties.  In fact I may even get a chance to remove them
myself." He slowly lifted the slip up to her waist.  He enjoyed the feeling
of touching her legs and pushed his luck a little more, since Mrs.  Turner
said nothing.  He slid his hands up her legs his thumb and forefinger
framing her legs, and the palm of his hand running up the front.  His face
was mere inches from her crotch encased behind shiny hose and those
wonderful mocha panties he had practically shot his load into yesterday,
except Mrs.  Turner came home early.  As he reached for the top of the
pantyhose, the slip slid along his arms and hid his prize from his view.

   "Bobby," said Ray, "Just tuck the bottom of the slip into the waistband
and that way you can see what she is hiding under there, and you can remove
her pantyhose for physical inspection."

   When Bobby had tucked up her slip, he reached for the waistband of the
hose and started to pull it down.  He nearly came, when the top of her
mocha bikini style panties that were cut high on the thighs, came into
view, and there was a small wisp of dark pubic hair showing on the left
edge of the panties.  Just a few stray hairs, but this fascinated Bobby. 
The panties were a rose lace pattern, and were almost transparent.  Her
dark bush was highlighted by her light skin tone peeking threw the lace. 
The crotch was satin material.  He couldn't stop himself.  He leaned
forward and kissed the panties, and breathed in deeply gathering her scent,
and grabbed her ass cheeks.  He reached for the waistband of the pantyhose
trying to get his hands under the hose and touch her bare ass.

   Sally immediately woke from her dream, and jumped back barely
remembering to keep her hands folded across her breasts.  Her movement and
Bobby's awkward position caused him to fall forward, and yank on the back
pantyhose to keep his balance.  The pantyhose were pulled down over the
tops of her thighs, which inadvertently caused her luscious panties to pull
down as well.  Suddenly, Bobby had his nose buried in the middle of her
silky pubic hair.  A few more millimeters and his nose would have been
pushed inside her, and he thought, "Oh!  Man I'm looking at her bush, and I
just touched it with my face.  I just saw Mrs.  Turner's pussy!"

   Sally thought, "No, not my panties, I am being stripped naked.  No, my
God, I can't let this happen."

   Sally wrenched around to turn her back to the men; she released her
modest breasts, and grabbed her panties, pulling them back into place.  Of
course, before she could get them in place, Bobby and Ray were treated to
the view of her white ass cheeks reflecting the sunshine.

   "Mrs.  Turner," said Ray, "please turn around this minute or it is down
to the station with you, and Bobby finish pulling down her hose, please."

   Sally slowly turned once her arms were back in place over her breasts,
and thought, "Look at me!  I'm half naked standing on a public road.  My
pantyhose are now bunched around my thighs, my skimpy panties are
completely on view to anyone willing to look, and my favorite slip is
tucked up at my waist."

   Bobby reached for her hose and making sure his hands lingered on her
inside thighs, slowly inched the hose down her legs.  She lifted one foot
at a time so he could completely remove the hose.  Bobby was starring at
her pussy the whole time, and when she lifted her left foot to remove her
hose, he saw how much dark pubic hair she was showing.  He stood, his eyes
as big as saucers and turned to Ray holding out the hose.  Bobby took a
couple more pictures of Mrs.  Turner.  Her panties were put on crooked and
not pulled up all the way.  He told her to pose a couple times, and was
amazed she followed his directions.

   "Now Bobby, we can't leave Mrs.  Turner standing in public with her
lovely half slip tucked around her waist.  Please untuck it so it covers
her panties, and falls back down.  She is not the kind of woman who would
willingly show her panties in public.  What's wrong with you?  But before
you do, take a picture for the evidence bag in case we do find drugs" Bobby
lay on the grass again.  He motioned Mrs.  Turner back into the humiliating
position, and said, "Please lean forward again Mrs.  Turner and try to
smile this time." Bobby snapped the picture hoping his shaking hands would
not ruin it and returned to the woman he lusted for and making sure to
touch her skin as much as possible he untucked her slip and let it fall
down her thighs.

   "Can this be happening?  Can I really be standing on the side of the
road wearing just a half slip, my arms covering my naked breasts, and my
son's best friend taking pictures and touching me?  This must be one of
those nightmares where you are undressed in public.  This can't be real! 
Please let me wake up in my bed!"

   Just then, Sally noticed a Cadillac convertible coming around the bend
with the mayor and his wife riding toward town.  Sally was standing there
with her slip sill tucked in, and her panties on display.  She had arms
across her chest hiding her breasts from view, and was standing in front of
two men.  The mayor and his wife slowed to get a better look, but didn't
stop.  As they drove on by the mayor turned to his wife, "Was that Sally
Turner standing there in her underwear by the side of the road?"

   "My word, I do think it was, dear.  We better go back and see if she is
alright."

   "Now, Martha, I saw Officer Ray there, and he can handle any situation.
But I do wonder what she was stopped for?  No, I won't go back.  We'll get
a complete report from the police chief, and then we'll know exactly why
she was standing outside in her underwear."

   "But honey, that young man seemed to be taking pictures."

   "Now Martha please, Ray has everything in order, and if you want we can
look at the pictures later today, and invite Sally Turner over for tea in a
couple days.  You remember when Mrs.  Conway came for tea.  You two had
such a lovely chat.

   "Yes dear, I guess that's why you're the mayor.  We haven't had tea
served like that in too long."

   When Ray had finished going through the hose, he told Bobby "You can now
feel her slip to make sure there are no drugs that were sewn into the hem
or waist."

   Bobby returned to Sally and knelt down and slowly fingered the hem of
her slip.  "I don't think I feel anything unusual, Officer.

   "Make sure you do your civic duty lad.  I need a definite answer.  Are
you sure?"

   Bobby loved the feeling of the slippery satin, and the form of Mrs. 
Turner he was now openly caressing.  He rubbed his hands up the front, and
leaned forward and rested his head on her lower stomach reaching around
with both hands he grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and was groping Mrs.
Turner's butt.  He pulled her body closer, and pressed his face into her
crotch area, and thought, "I'm actually feeling her ass, and I swear I can
smell her pussy.  I know now how I can remove her panties.  I remember the
officer's comment about her bra." Bobby said, "Officer when I slid my hands
up to her waist, I did feel a bulge around the back.  Should I check it
more carefully?"

   "No!" screamed Sally, "that is the ridge of my panties!  I tell you I
don't have drugs hidden on my person.  Please believe me and let me get
dressed!  Haven't you done enough to me yet?!"

   Ray knew he didn't have much more time.  She was coming completely
undone and there was no telling what would happen if that occurred.  "Son,
Mrs.  Turner says the ridge you feel is her panties.  I want you to check
that out.  Please remove her panties, give them to me for physical
inspection, and then feel her butt again to make sure the ridge is gone."

   Once again Bobby hands slid up the woman's thighs he fondled and took as
much time as he could, and grabbed her panties and started to pull.  The
mocha colored panties began to turn inside out and the last thing to leave
her crotch was the cotton fabric covering the gusset.

   "My one lucky thing today is that my slip covered my vagina when Bobby
slid my panties off.  They have both seen my underwear but at least neither
has seen me nude.  I must be grateful for small favors.  In some weird way
I'm now grateful for the officer he could have stripped me completely
naked. I'm so scared of what's next."

   Bobby slid the panties down her legs and over her feet and immediately
brought the gusset to his nose, and thought, "She smells so sweet.  Her
pussy is wonderful.  I have to see her pussy.  Soon, the Officer will ask
me to pull her slip down and I will have her naked in front of me!"

   "Hand me the panties, son.  I need to inspect them too." Ray looked up
and saw Mrs.  Turner begin to shiver.  He knew he had to end this very
soon. The reality of what he just did was starting to sink in.  "Son, take
two more pictures - one of her in just her slip and one of her discarded
clothing.  Arrange them so her skirt and sweater, bra and panties are all
in the frame." "But Officer, shouldn't we get her slip in the picture too?
Isn't it crucial evidence?"

   "Son, we have to leave the woman with some pride.  Can't strip her naked
by the side of the road.  I am convinced she isn't hiding any drugs.  Take
and pictures and give her back her clothing."

   Bobby was disappointed but he had one more trick up his sleeve.  He
arranged the clothing her shirt on the left of her.  The skirt was on the
right.  Her panties he turned right side out, and placed these between her
spread feet, and finally her bra just in front of her.  After taking the
pictures, and making sure the picture was showing that she was only wearing
a slip, he reached down for her bra, and threw it to her.  He threw it high
and almost over her head.  Before she realized what she was doing, she
reached up with both hands to catch the mocha bra and her tits were bare to
both men.  Bobby was ready and snapped the picture.  Sally screamed when
she realized what happened and quickly turned around to put her bra on. 
Bobby took the last couple pictures he had left of Sally dressing.

   "Wow!" thought Bobby, " I got see her tits!  They are small but so
perfectly shaped and her nipples so round and brown." I have seen every
part of her now!" While this was going on, Ray reached for her panties and
held them.  Sally started to put her sweater on, not buttoning it right
away, so she felt a little more covered as she worked on buttoning her
skirt.  It took a while to button all the buttons, and she didn't realize
that the sweater opened enough to give the men another long look at her
wearing her mocha underwire bra, pushing her tits together showing the
little cleavage she has.  When the last button was in place, she looked
down and gasped, and hurried to button her sweater.  She looked around for
her panties but couldn't find them.

   "Are these what you are looking for?" said Ray, holding her panties in
his hand.  Sally reached out to grab them but he held them back.  He tossed
them to Bobby and when Sally ran to him, Bobby tossed them back to Ray. 
"Those bastards are playing keep away with my panties!  They have to wring
the last bit of humiliation out of this, don't they?  Well, I will let them
keep the damn panties.  If they need to have my panties to play with, well
they just can."

   Sally turned away from the men and went to her car.  She started the car
and left without another word.  "I was humiliated in public by a police
officer and my son's best friend.  I allowed it to happen to save my son
and my reputation.  I guess they balance my half hour of humiliation.  I
just wish Bobby hadn't been there.  I will have to speak to him privately
about keeping this absolutely confidential, especially from my son.  It
would be too much if my son knew his mother was stripped in public and
searched.  I'll have to trust the officer to keep quiet - after all, if he
raises the issue publicly, I can claim he forced me, and I am positive he
didn't search me according to department regulation.  I need to go home and
shower and pour myself a drink."

   "Son, you download those pictures on your computer immediately and email
them to me at the station.  I have to place them in the evidence bag."

   "Sure Officer, but I wonder one thing.  Uhm...Could I have Mrs. 
Turner's panties?" Ray looked at the kid, flushed with sexual excitement
and handed them over.

   "Now son, be careful now, you don't want to go blind!"

  
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