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[Wild women dreaming wet...]
Speed Trap (MF, affair)
by Diana Lee
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Y eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
"Shit", Di muttered under her breath as she pulled over, "just
what I need, a ticket. I guess I must of hit some kind of speed
trap."
The Officer dismounted from the motorcycle and sauntered over.
"Can I see your license ma'm?"
"Ahh yes officer. I really don't think I was speeding."
"Your from New York? Your a long way from home."
"Yes, I'm on vacation."
"I see."
"Was I speeding officer?"
"No, actually. But you realize you've been driving in circles for
the last hour or so. You passed me four times."
Di sighed. "Yes, I'm well and truly lost."
"Where are you headed?"
"To the Desert View Motel. There's a conference there starting
tomorrow. But at this rate, I'll never find the place."
"Conference? What kind of conference?"
"Ah......well the FatDykes are having a meeting."
The officer was silent for several seconds. Di could tell that
she was being studied, but with the tinted helmet visor, she
couldn't see anything of the face.
"Great," she thought. "I've probably got a redneck who is not
only homophobic, but fatphobic as well.
"Ah.... I was hoping you could give me directions?"
"I'll do better. Just follow me, and I'll take you there."
"Well, if it's not any trouble...." But the officer had already
gone back to the idling motorcycle. In a minute, the bike pulled
up in front of her and then slowly began to lead off. As they
built up speed, the officer hunched low over the handle bars, and
Di wondered what it would be like to ride such a beast at such
speeds.
A few minutes later they made a complicated set of turns, and Di
reflected that it seemed strange for the road system to be so
complex in this flat desert country. What was even more
exasperating was that half the road sings were missing, and the
other half were illegible. They probably hadn't been changed
since before the war. The first World War. And of course, none of
this was on the AAA map that Di had gotten before she left New
York.
It was only about ten minutes later that the motorcycle cop
pulled into the court of the motel. In the distance, Di could
make out the tall buildings and city haze that was Reno. But
although there were some other motels and a couple of fast food
places along the road, the Desert View seemed to be the last bit
of civilization before you hit the empty desert. Or the first
depending which way you were traveling.
Di pulled up in front of the office, and got out of the car. She
thanked the officer profusely, but all she got in return was nod
from the helmeted head.
It was blessedly cool in the office. The brosure for the
conference had said that the owners of the motel were a lesbian
couple, but there was a pimply kid behind the check-in counter,
so Di didn't linger to chat. Di registered for her single room,
and then took a deep breath before heading out into the heat
again. She moved her car, and then got her luggage out of the
trunk. Her room was on the second floor, and she wasn't looking
forward to shelping her suitcase up the stairs. She was
contemplating offering the kid a couple of bucks to carry it up,
when a shadow fell over her. It was the motorcycle cop.
[Foot...]
"Here, let me take that up for you."
"How did you know my room is upstairs?"
"You've been standn' there eyen' the staircase for a couple of
minutes."
"Oh. Well thank you, I would appreciate your help."
The officer gestured for Di to go first, and she started to make
her way laboriously up the stairs. Aside from her weight, the dry
heat seemed to suck all of the breath out of her. She had asked
for a first floor room, but they had been all booked up. She
smiled to herself--if your having a conference of fat dykes, then
of course all of the first floor rooms will fill up first. She
reached for the asthma spray she kept in her pocket, and took a
quick puff. It eased her breathing, and she pushed herself up a
few more steps.
"Take your time ma'm"
Di just nodded; she needed all her breath for climbing. She felt
the presence of the officer behind her on the stairs. She was
close enough that she could smell the leather of the jacket, hear
it creak as the officer moved. In the full face helmet and the
black jacket, it was a menacing figure that followed her up the
stairs. She wondered if this was the way Princess Leah felt when
Darth Vador was tromping around behind her on the Death Star.
She stopped, panting, on the landing, and gestured the officer to
precede her. When she saw the outstretched hand, at first she
thought that she was being offered assistance up the stairs, but
then she realized that the officer wanted the key. She gladly put
it into the waiting hand. Now she could proceed up the stairs at
her own pace. When she got to her room, the door was ajar, and
the officer was fiddling with the air conditioner. That was fine
with her. Her only concern was to collapse on the bed. When her
breathing returned to normal, she noticed that the door was
closed, and she regretted not having had the opportunity to say
thank you. But then the helmeted figure was there before her
again offering her a cold glass of water, which she accepted
gratefully.
"Ah... Why don't you get yourself something to drink? And have a
seat."
"Maybe later."
"Later?" Di thought, "What later?" She tried to see into the
helmet, but in the dim light of the room, the visor looked
blacker then ever. She hastily got up off the bed a little
alarmed now.
"Thank you for bringing my luggage up for me. You've been a real
life saver today, what with rescuing me before." She edged
towards the door as she spoke, and she could feel the officer's
presence behind her as she reached for the doorknob. It was the
gentlest touch, just brushing the hair where it curled around her
ear. She froze in astonishment. Not at the touch, but at her
body's reaction to it. She felt her nipples harden and her cunt
spasm. She said, almost as much to herself as to the figure
standing behind her, "I don't sleep with men."
The sound of the officers laugh was deep and rich, and she spun
around to face him.
"Well darln' I know that. Ta tell the truth, neither do I." The
officer unzipped her jacket just far enough so that Di could see
that, what she had taken to be a bulge caused by the stiff
zipper, was actually caused by a generous pair of breasts.
"Oh...... "
The officer's hand reached out and caressed Di cheek very gently.
"I sure wish that I had known about this conference; I would have
arranged to have the weekend off. But, seen' as it doesn't start
till tomorrow, and I went off duty about half an hour ago, I was
wondern' if you wanted to have some dinner?"
"How come you didn't take your helmet off?"
"Oh, well, sometimes guys try to take advantage if the think your
a woman. Know what I mean? It's just less of a hassle of I leave
them guessing. It's just force of habit to leave it on."
Officer Davis took her helmet off and reached up to fluff up her
dark damp hair. She had a silver streak over her left ear. She
wore large glasses, and had a wide, appealing smile.
"Sorry if I alarmed you. I just forget how I look sometimes in
this get up."
"That's OK. You have a deep voice, so I just kinda assumed you
were a guy. But I guess that's the whole idea."
"What about dinner? Beth and Coreen are great cooks, and they can
vouch for me."
"Beth and Coreen?"
"They own this place. I eat here a couple of times a week. The
restaurant is back around on the other side of the office. Would
you care to join me for dinner there?"
"Yes, yes, I'd like that. But I wanted to take a shower first."
"OK. I'll wait for you downstairs. But would you mind if I leave
my helmet and belt here? I don't like lugging them around when
I'm off duty."
"No, no problem. What about your jacket?"
"It's going to get cold out here in about half an hour, You
should bring a jacket with you too."
"OK, thanks for the warning."
The air was much cooler when Di descended the stairs a half hour
later. And with the cooler air, her asthma was much better as
well. She found the Officer sitting on the low stone wall, and
was surprised when the woman got up and offered her her arm. Di
smiled and accepted the gesture.
"I don't know your name."
"It's Cyn. Short for Cynthia."
"Hello Cyn, I'm Diana -- Di to my friends."
"Diana Archer. Yes I remember from your license."
"Is that why you asked to see it?" Di asked laughing.
"Sure, why else? I wasn't going to let a lovely lady like you get
by without my learning her name."
Di was glad that the darkness hid her blush, and she felt a
renewal of the warmth that she felt when Cyn first touched her.
Cyn opened the door to the restaurant and held it for her. The
place was warm and homey with miss-matched table clothes and
chairs. One thing the chairs did have in common though, they were
all comfortable. The owner greeted Cyn genially and was
introduced to Di. They ordered from a surprisingly large
selection of specials and settled back to enjoy a beer.
"Coreen called you sheriff. Was she joking, or are you really the
sheriff?"
"Well, yah I am."
"How come you were riding around playing motorcycle cop?"
Cyn laughed, "Well, I do like to get out on the beast once in a
while, and this gives me a great excuse."
"The beast? That's what I thought of it too when I saw you
crouched over the handlebars."
"Can I offer you a ride on my beasty?"
"Umm, I'm kind of chicken."
"Well, we could go someplace flat n' straight and I won't go too
fast."
"Well, if you promise to go real slow."
They talked about music, finding a mutual love for Melissa
Ethridge. And about life. Cyn told Di about her travels as a
submarine repair specialist, and Di talked about teaching in
Japan. Cyn insisted that they order dessert, and it was well
worth the calories. They lingered a while over coffee as the
place filled up, and then slowly walked back to Di's room. This
time Di barely noticed the stairs being completely preoccupied
with the warm wetness that was seeping from her. She felt the
thrum of arousal sensitizing her body, making her super aware of
the presence behind her on the stairs. When they got to the room,
Cyn picked up her helmet and belt and turned to say goodnight.
"Thanks for dinner. I enjoyed your company very much."
"Would.... would you like to stay?"
"Yes," Cyn answered simply.
Cyn reached for Di, and pulled her close. She kissed her gently,
and as Di's lips parted, her tongue darted in to explore all the
complex textures and flavors of Di's mouth. A breathless interval
later, Cyn pulled her mouth away and began kissing Di down her
neck and into her cleavage. As she pulled Di into a tight
embrace, her jacket zippers rubbed hard against Di's nipples. The
sensations sent electric charges coursing along Di's nerve
endings to her crotch. She pressed her breasts even harder
against the rough surface, and felt the sheriff chuckle at her
urgency.
Without ceremony, Cyn pushed her down on the bed and reached for
her cuffs. Di protested playfully, but allowed herself to be
easily cuffed. Cyn stood looking down at her for a minute, and
then reached for her buttons.
"Ah... Officer, could you...... could you wear the helmet?"
Cyn grinned and reached for the shinny back helmet. She put it on
slowly, fastening the chin strap with deliberation. She gave Di
her best steely look before she snapped the visor closed with a
loud click. Then she turned and got the truncheon from her belt
and laid it across Di's thighs. Di's eyes opened with surprise
and just a little alarm. What had she gotten herself into?
Cyn leaned down and grasped Di's shirt, pulling it open with a
quick jerk. The buttons went flying, and Di yelped with surprise.
Then Cyn's hands were on her breasts, freeing them from the bra,
squeezing them together, kneading them. Di gasped. She thrust her
hips up in a reflexive spasm. Cyn rubber her helmeted head
against Di's breasts. The smooth plastic was cold and hard and
set Di's nipples aching. She wanted them sucked, but she was the
one who had asked for the helmet. She groaned in frustration.
Cyn pulled away and stood looking at her. She reached for the
waist band of Di's pants, and pulled them down in a single swift
motion. Of course it helped that Di lifted her hips. Cyn smiled
inside her helmet. She ran her fingers through Di's damp curls,
and felt Di shiver beneath her touch. She played with Di using
only her finger tips running them lightly over her breasts, her
stomach, around and around her navel, and along her thighs. Di
squirmed a bit where it tickled, but she love the gentle touch.
Cyn worked her way down all the way to Di's toes stopping to
gently massage each foot. It felt wonderful. The she moved back
up to Di's face and stroked her eyebrows, her nose, her mouth. Di
closed her eye and luxuriated in the touch.
Cyn traced her way back to Di's crotch, this time spending long
minutes stroking her areolas and nipples, rolling the hardened
nubs between her thumb and fingers. When she got to Di's mons,
she used her thumbs to press hard massaging rhythmically. Di's
hips thrust up in response. Cyn tried to spread Di's thighs, but
despite her rapid breathing, Di clamped her legs closed crossing
her ankles to get more leverage. Di gave Cyn an
"I dare you look".
Cyn laughed and reached for the truncheon which had fallen off
the bed. She slapped it against her palm several times.
"Spread'em," she barked in her best officer's voice.
Di shook her head no, and tightened her legs.
"SPREAD'EM" Cyn ordered again. Di nodded emphatically "NO".
Cyn raised the truncheon and Di's eyes widened in fright. Cyn was
grinning inside her helmet as she brought the wooden club down,
turning it at the last minute and slipping it deftly between Di's
legs. With the leverage of the truncheon, she easily pried Di's
thighs apart and was soon kneeling between them.
"That's not fair!"
Cyn laughed. "Of course it's not fair. Who said I play fair?"
Cyn brought her knee hard up against Di's pussy and laid her
weight on top of her prisoner. This time the cold hard zippers
rasped against Di's bare breasts, she squirmed rubbing her
sensitized nipples against the rough edges. Cyn began pushing her
knee rhythmically against Di, and Di's breaths escaped in
explosive gasps at each new thrust. She arched her back to press
her chest up harder against Cyn as her hips began rocking in time
to Cyn's rhythm. As Di's arousal grew, her breaths became more
explosive. She felt the tension building and building until she
was oblivious to everything else, but she could not release it.
She groaned her frustration, and Cyn removed her weight and moved
down between Di's legs.
"Nooo, don't stop. Please Cyn..."
Cyn ignored her protest and picked up the truncheon again. She
lubricated it with Di's precum, and then gently slid it inside of
her. Di gasped with shock as the smooth wooden club slid in the
length of her tunnel. She came in a bursting of tension, her
vision obscured by the intensity of it. When she became aware
again, she felt Cyn continuing to thrust inside her. Faster and
harder, until Di peaked a second and even a third time. When Cyn
saw Di collapse back on the bed, she removed the truncheon and
laid the wet wood on Di's stomach. She knelt between her legs and
took off the helmet, and then lay back down on Di. Now she kissed
her face, her mouth in uncontrolled passion, Cyn's own breath
coming in urgent gasps. She licked down into Di's cleavage and
sucked her nipples. Di was amazed to find herself becoming
aroused again. But she wanted to touch Cyn now. She struggled a
minute against her bonds, and then realized the futility of it;
they were real hand cuffs.
"Cyn, how about uncuffing me now?"
"Oh no. I'm not finished with you yet."
"But Cyn.... "
"Humm let see. What are the charges? Inciting an officer to lust.
Resisting her advances. Oh yes, and being the sexiest thing in
the county."
"That sounds serious officer." Di said laughing.
"You bet it is. Now, how do you plead?"
"Ah.... Not guilty."
"NOT GUILTY? When the evidence is so clear? Hummm, it will go
much harder on you if you don't tell the truth. Do you want me to
add a charge of perjury?"
'Ahhh, no I guess not."
"Well then missy? How do you plead?"
"I guess I better plead no contest."
"Very well. The judge will now pass sentence. The prisoner is
remanded to the officer's bed for 24 hours."
"Twenty-four hours?"
"Yes, you got a problem with that?"
"Ahhh, well I am planning on being in town for a whole week.
Don't you think the sentence is a little mild for such a serious
crime?"
"Well, we'll just have to see. You behave, and we'll see if you
can't get extra time for good behavior."
"Oh thank you Officer."
................... This was another nice story written by: Diana Lee
..................
Her author profile:
"I am 42 years old and trying to become a graphic artist.
I have studied philosophy and psychology
and spent five years in Japan learning to be a potter.
I have always wanted to write, and today
I just stopped sitting on my hands and did it."
Diana would like to publish some of her work.
So if you are in the position and/or interested in publishing her stories,
please get in touch with her!
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