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

Hunt Club Interlude: Taryn's Traffic Stop

... sound of a zipper; she wanted to beg the officer to touch her again, to tip her over the final edge, but she knew she still had to play by his rules.

"I'm citing you for speeding 5 mph over the limit, and driving without a seat-belt. You can pay the fine by mail." The officer tucked the citation under the wiper blade of the Spyker and crunched back to his bike; Taryn still hadn't moved from her spread-eagle position against the car.

Dripping white semen and vaginal fluid from her swollen lips, Taryn carefully pushed herself upright as the officer roared off the shoulder and back down the way they had come, his bike scattering gravel against the chaps protecting her calves. Without shifting her clothes, Taryn climbed back into the Spyker, slouched deep into the seat with her crotch hanging over the floor-mat. Both arms reached between her legs, squeezing her reddened breasts together as her hands sought her soaking pussy. Her left hand furiously rubbed the swollen knob of her aroused clitoris as the fingers of her right hand probed as deep as she could reach into her cum-filled vagina. It wasn't long before the sensations welling up from her belly completely overcame her, and she thrashed in the grip of a monumental orgasm. The muscles of her vagina contracted around her ...

... fingers and more of her juices flowed, spilling the mingled fluids down her bare crotch and onto the floor and the leather seat as she bucked and heaved in the confined space of the car.

Long minutes afterwards, Taryn gingerly withdrew her sticky fingers from her now super-sensitive sex. Putting her fingers in her mouth she sucked the salty residue, cleaning the cum from her hands. Reaching into the glove-box she pulled out some of the handy-wipes she kept there and finished the job on her hands before cleaning her crotch as best she could and wiping down the seat. The sticky fluids would never come clean from where they had smeared on her suede thong, nor, she suspected, would they come out of the fabric of the floor mat. The Spyker would forever carry a reminder of sex - as if driving the car wasn't already enough to arouse her.

Taryn re-tied the halter top at her back, adjusting her breasts into the soft leather cups, and finally reached around and plucked the citation off of the windshield. $75 for speeding and $50 for the seat-belt violation; the officer hadn't cited the missed stop-sign. Together with one ruined thong, Taryn considered she had escaped pretty cheaply. She thought about her towering orgasm and smiled: sometimes getting stopped was as much fun as driving!