Hunt Club Interlude: Taryn's Traffic Stop - Sex Stories

Hunt Club Interlude: Taryn's Traffic Stop

Taryn gunned the engine on her Spyker convertable. There was never any traffic out here and Taryn loved the feel of the g-forces as she urged the sportscar through the curves of the winding country road. Momentarily weightless as the car zoomed over a slight rise, Taryn's eyes scanned the approaching intersection. It annoyed her that the little gravel road, barely more than a farm track, merited a stop sign in the middle of her favorite stretch of straight-away. Without it she could gun the powerful little car up to almost 100 mph before slamming into another exhilarating set of twists and turns. Fortunately, visibility was good approaching the intersection, and Taryn usually went through the stop accelerating past sixty. Today was no different and she gave a whoop of pure joy as she blew past the small copse of trees on the other side of the intersection. Pedal pressed to the floorboard, speedometer climbing past ninety, Taryn was all concentration now, balancing the desire for more speed with the need to brake and downshift going into the fast-approaching curve. The Spyker's low-profile tires had incredible grip on the dry surface, but if she went into the turn at anything over sixty-five she risked spinning through the rail fence along the road and into the wheat field beyond. She never noticed the motorcycle pull out of the trees behind her, lights flashing.

With the speed Taryn was going it was five miles before the cop caught up to her, and then it was only when ...

... she had to slow nearly to a stop at an intersection with totally blind approaches. Checking to see that there was no approaching traffic, Taryn was about to mash the accelerator again when she caught sight of the flashing lights in her rear-view mirror. Slamming her hands against the steering wheel in frustration, Taryn eased the Spyker onto the gravel shoulder and killed the ignition; she knew she was in enough trouble without antagonizing the officer. Watching the young cop in the mirror as he parked his bike and slowly walked up behind her she worked to calm her irritation. She'd been in this situation before, and she knew she could get out of it, but it wasn't always easy. Cocking her right knee up, Taryn let her legs sag open, better revealing her crotch as she sat half-reclining in the Spyker's deep bucket seat. She draped one arm on the car door and rested the other on her raised knee.

"I've got you for failure to stop at a stop sign and speeding in excess of 30 mph - 78 in a 45 zone." Taryn realized that the officer had probably dropped his radar gun as soon as she went by him in the trees; she knew she had topped out at 97 before braking for that turn. She smiled at the officer as he openly gave her the once-over, but her heart sank a little as he scribbled on his citation pad. Taryn knew that the citation slips were numbered and carboned; once the officer started filling out a citation it couldn't be torn up without an official explanation.

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