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

Hunt Club Interlude: Taryn's Traffic Stop

... also cite you for driving with hazardous footwear and without a seat-belt. License and registration, please."

Taryn handed him her documents and considered her appearance as he checked her information in the computer link on his bike. Her light brown wavy hair fell just below the shoulders that her halter top left bare. The top itself, like the entire matching outfit, was a light tan soft suede number that tied in the back. Taryn's firm high breasts filled the size C cups of the top, showing an eye-catching cleavage where the scoop neck dropped low before a buckle accented the middle of the tie band. Only Taryn's deep round navel, centered on her 24" waist, interrupted the sweep of her lightly tanned skin from below her top to a wide double-clasp belt low around her hips. The belt held the straps to a set of slim chaps covering her legs from mid-thigh to the floorboards. Under the belt a matching suede thong covered her lower belly and crotch.

"Taryn Cross, your record shows several previous traffic violations and one conviction for possession of cocaine. I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car."

Taryn pushed the driver's side door up on its hinge pivot and swung her legs out of the car. Standing up from the low sports car her chaps brushed the pavement, despite the three inch boots she wore - no doubt the reason for the officer's comment about her footwear. She had served her time for that cocaine possession years ago, and didn't use anymore; she had ...

... since found another, more natural high. Nevertheless, the conviction continued to haunt her. Running the stop sign and the 30 mph speeding carried a mandatory $1,000 fine and revocation of her license, and a possible 6 months jail time. Given her past record, Taryn knew any judge wouldn't hesitate to lock her up if the case came before him.

"Put your hands on the car and spread your legs; I'm going to have to search you for concealed narcotics; your driving gives plenty of probable cause," the officer instructed.

Once Taryn had complied with his order, the officer kicked her feet further apart. Although Taryn wasn't tall, the Spyker was a very low-slung car and the position she now found herself in meant that she couldn't move either her hands or feet without falling to the ground. It also left her beautifully rounded bottom, bare between the straps of the chaps and the thin strip of the thong back, perfectly exposed to view. Taryn held onto her small hope; things were beginning to go better for her.

"Go ahead and search all you want," Taryn encouraged the officer, "I'm clean." Taryn subtly arched her back, giving the officer a better view of her suede-covered mound.

Making sure his side-arm was securely fastened and out of reach, the officer proceeded to pat down Taryn's chaps-clad legs. He took his time, fingers taking in every curve and ripple of her taught muscles. Finishing with her chaps, the officer stepped between her legs and reached over to pat down Taryn's ...