Ticket To Paradise

Toni released her seatbelt. She opened the door and swung her legs to her left. As she stood, she asked, Is something wrong?”

“Step to the rear of the vehicle.”

Toni obeyed his command. Is something the matter? she repeated.

“Put your hands on the trunk of your car, and spread your legs.”

Toni frowned. She was wearing a mini-skirt, without panties, and she didn’t like the idea of assuming such a position. What?”

“You heard me! Patrolman Rogers shoved her against the trunk.

“Ouch! Toni cried, protesting. You hurt me!”

“Keep your hands flat on the trunk, and spread your legs, he barked.

Toni did as she’d been told. She felt vulnerable, with nothing covering her buttocks and her genitals but the thin, tight mini-skirt.

Patrolman Rogers stepped behind her, close.

“What the hell! Toni cried, starting, as she felt the cop’s hands close over her breasts.

He heaved his shoulder against hers, shoving her forward. Don’t move! he commanded. Keep your palms flat on the good. I won’t tell you again!”

Toni pressed her hands against the metal, remaining motionless as the patrolman squeezed her breasts in his hands.

“Smooth, but soft, he murmured. His face was close to Toni’s, and she could feel the heat of his breath upon her neck and the warmth of his body against her back and buttocks.

“What the hell is this? she demanded.

She felt his hands slide away from her breasts and down her sides. They brushed over her hips, before clutching and squeezing her ass cheeks through the thin, tight mini-skirt.

“Firm, he said, approval in his tone of voice, but sleek. Nice! His hands came around her upper thighs, and he slid the mini-skirt up, his fingers grasping her cock and balls. Those are nice, too, he declared.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Toni demanded. What’s the meaning of this outrage?”