18-year-old Buffy Summers sped down the highway on her way to L.A.
It was a bright and sunny Friday afternoon. Her candy-apple red Corvette convertible hummed along the road. The top was down, the wind made her long blonde hair trail out behind her and whip around.
Buffy was singing along with the radio. Singing 'Radar Love' at the top of her lungs:
"When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough
She sends her comfort coming in from above
We don't need a letter at alllllll!"
Buffy was heading to L.A. to spend a few days with her dad, Hank. She hadn't seen a lot of him since her parents' divorce three years ago. Of course, she'd jumped at the chance to spend some Daddy-Daughter quality time when he called her a week ago.
Although she hadn't seen her dad for a while, he still loved spoiling her rotten. Her Corvette was a graduation present from dear old dad. Buffy had racked up an impressive pile of speeding tickets in the few months she'd had her car. She had a led foot. Speeding was a compulsion for her. It just didn't seem right to go slow in the Corvette (or Lucy, as she'd christened it), her baby could burn some serious rubber. Buffy loved opening Lucy up on the highway, feeling the wind in her hair and hearing the purr of the engine.
Buffy continued singing, yelling the words:
"We got a thing that's called radar lo-ove
We got a line in the sky-aye
We got a thing that's called radar lo-ove
We got a thing that's called --"
She stopped singing abruptly when she heard the whine of a siren. Her eyes darted to the rearview mirror. A motorcycle cop (a CHiPpy) was waving her over.
"Oh SHIT! Oh noooooo! No--no--no--no--nooooo! I can't get another fucking ticket!" Buffy griped. "Shit--shit--shit--shit--shit!" Grumbling, she slowed down, looking for a safe spot to pull over.
Buffy checked her mirror again. It was a male officer... Maybe she could use her feminine wiles on him to get out of the ticket. Though with her luck, he was probably gay.
Buffy pulled off to the side of the road.
Quickly, she adjusted her white sundress: making sure a goodly amount of cleavage was showing, and hiking the skirt up her lap to reveal some creamy thigh. She raked her fingers through her wind-whipped hair to smooth it down. Then she applied more cherry lip gloss. She smacked her lips together to distribute the gloss evenly. Buffy was ready to turn on the old Summers' charm.
The cop walked up to her door. Buffy looked up at him, smiling sweetly.
"Good afternoon, officer. Is there a problem?" She batted her thick eyelashes at him.
"Afternoon, Miss." The way he said 'Miss' made it obvious that he was British. Buffy's smile widened. "You were going 15 miles over the limit."
"Oh, really? I had no idea!" Buffy put a hand to her chest in mock-shock. "These cars can really get away from you if you're not careful, can't they? I just got it a little while ago, I guess I'm not used to it yet, Officer --" She read his nameplate, it read: 'Off. W. Giles'. "Officer Giles."
Buffy always had a thing -- a BIG thing -- for men in uniform. And this one had an English accent -- Yum! She saw her smiling reflection in his mirrored sunglasses.
He loosened the chin strap of his round helmet. "Driver's License and Registration, please," he said in a no-nonsense way.
"Oh...okay, sure." Buffy retrieved her license and registration and handed them over.
His lips looked so soft, full and kissable. He didn't seem to be affected by her skimpy dress or her sweet 'butter wouldn't melt in my mouth' demeanor. Her plan wasn't working... He was having an affect on her, however. She wasn't the one who was supposed to be getting hot.
"I'm going to run your information through the computer. Sit tight." He walked back to his bike.
Buffy watched his ass in the side mirror as he walked away.
She sucked in air and pursed her lips. "Speaking of tight... Oh, that's right, baby... Walk away...uh-huh... Mmmmm!" Damn, he had a fine ass! Those tan uniforms were so tight and sexy. Maybe she could ask him out?
Buffy felt a stab of guilt. Technically, she already had a boyfriend. Angel O'Connor. But things had been going stale at an alarming rate over the last few months. Angel never had time for her anymore, he was always going somewhere or too busy with college to go out with her. And the sex? The sex sucked donkey balls. Angel was a one-trick pony, he was finished before she knew it had even started. He'd put his dick in her, pump a few times, grunt then roll onto his back. What the hell was their sex life going to be like in 10 years? Or 20? Buffy shuddered with revulsion. Perhaps it was time to...expand her horizons, so to speak. Perhaps, this hot-looking cop could fill in some gaps... There was one gap in particular that she would love him to fill... Buffy was going to make sure to check out his package when he came back -- those uniforms didn't leave much to the imagination.
Officer Giles came back to the car and gave her back her license and registration, sans his helmet. His hair was bleached blonde (not something Buffy would expect on a cop), not a lot of guys could pull it off, but it looked damn good on him.
"Do you have to write me a ticket?" Buffy asked, discreetly checking out his crotch. Her eyes bugged out slightly before she could hide her reaction. 'Shit! It looks like he has a fucking cucumber down his pants!' She felt moisture bubbling between her legs.
Officer Giles took off his mirrored sunglasses and smiled. Buffy's heart skipped several beats. His eyes were amazing -- such a gorgeous, shining, deep blue. And that smile -- Wow! -- it was a smile that could make a woman spontaneously wet her panties. It certainly had that affect on her. Good God -- those cheekbones! They were sharp and so very hot -- she wanted to touch them, to see what they'd feel like under her fingertips.
"You were breaking the speed limit, Miss Summers. I'm afraid I --"
"Oh, you don't have to, do you?" Buffy said, turning to him and putting her arms on top of her door. "Couldn't you just give me a good stern warning? I promise, I won't do it again..." Buffy could feel a pull towards him, something tugging her to him. He was hot, he was sexy, and he looked so fucking yummy in his uniform. She had a vivid fantasy of him jumping in the car with her and fucking her brains out right here and now on the side of the road. She wanted him to. She wanted him to real bad...
He looked at her for several moments. "You won't, eh?"
"Cross my heart." Buffy leaned back and made an X over her chest, making sure to thrust her boobs out.
"Maybe I'll let you go with a warning, just this once..."
"Oh! Oh, thank you! You're so sweet!"
He smiled again. "Yeah, that's me. Sweet as the day is long. Be on your way then, Miss. And drive safely."
Before Buffy could say anything else, he walked back to his bike. She bit her lip, trying to decide if she should pursue him, throw caution to the wind and ask him out.
She took too long though. By the time she decided to go for it, he was speeding past her down the highway to resume his patrol.
"Dammit!" Buffy pouted. Then she shook her head, laughing. "It was a dumb idea anyway." She started her car and continued on to L.A.
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The stop, from his point of view...
William "Spike" Giles was patrolling his usual stretch of highway.
He liked living in California. He'd moved here several years ago with his father from London. The beaches, the sun, the lovely girls wearing swimsuits -- you couldn't beat The Golden State.
Spike was pulled over talking with HQ on his radio when a blur of red went whizzing past him.
"Gotta go," he said into his radio, "I've got a speeder." He started up his motorcycle and went after the red car.
He activated his lights and siren then indicated that the driver should pull over.
Once she (it appeared to be a she, judging by the long hair) pulled over, he dismounted his bike and made his way to the car.
These spoiled rich kids really ticked him off -- thinking they owned the highway in their shiny, expensive cars that daddy had bought for them. Regular working stiffs like him couldn't afford a vehicle like that in a hundred years.
Spike walked up to her door and looked down at her.
His breath caught in his throat, his eyes bugged out behind his mirrored shades. She was hot as hell!
Her white sundress showed off her perky tits -- they were just the way he liked them: B, maybe small C-cup, high and firm-looking. A wide expanse of smooth thigh was visible. Her dress must have blown up in the breeze. Her thighs were tanned and slender. Her face was very pleasing to the eye, she was lovely. Big green eyes, a cute little button nose, a moist-looking, generous mouth...
He'd just laid eyes on her and he was imagining what it would look like to have those shiny red lips wrapped around his cock. God, what was wrong with him? He really wanted to fuck her!
Spike shook himself to regain his composure, hopefully she hadn't noticed his ogling. She was smiling at him.
He realized that she'd said something that he'd missed while he was busy checking her out. She probably asked what she did wrong.
He cleared his throat. "Afternoon, Miss. You were going 15 miles over the limit."
"Oh, really? I had no idea!" She put a hand to her chest (as if she didn't know she was speeding). "These cars can really get away from you if you're not careful, can't they? I just got it a little while ago, I guess I'm not used to it yet, Officer --" She looked at his nameplate "Officer Giles."
'Bloody hell, this girl's flirting her ass off. Battin' those long eyelashes at me...like that will sway me... God, why does she have to smile at me like that? Bloody irresistible, it is...'
He loosened his chin strap. "Driver's License and Registration, please," he said in what he hoped sounded like a strong, authoritative tone.
"Oh...okay." She retrieved her license and registration and handed them over.
Spike noticed her eyes examining him. "I'm going to run your information through the computer. Sit tight."
He walked back to his bike, blowing out an explosive breath when he‘d gotten a safe distance from her.
He called into headquarters, giving them Buffy Summers’ information. He hoped she wasn’t a wanted felon -- he’d hate to have to arrest her. Then again...that would mean he’d get to frisk her. Have her up against the hood of the car, all bent over...her sweet ass (he knew it would have to be sweet, if the rest of her body was any indication) stuck up in the air...
Once again, Spike shook his head to dispel the improperly sexy thoughts. The dispatcher radioed back that a Miss Buffy Anne Summers was clean -- no warrants, no arrests. And the Corvette did belong to her. He sighed with relief.
After Spike acknowledged the information, he took off his helmet and set it on his bike. He was sweating like crazy, it wasn’t just from the heat of the day either. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. That hot little number was really getting him horny.
Spike took a few deep breaths then went back to the little red Corvette and its little blonde driver. He handed her license and registration back to her.
“Do you have to write me a ticket?” she asked, her eyes looking him over and resting on his groin area for a split second. Her eyes bugged out a bit before she looked quickly back up at his face.
’Shit, she was looking at my crotch! Do I have a stiffy? Oh God, please don’t let me be sporting wood...’ Spike looked down at himself, relieved when he found that he wasn’t erect, just a little stiffer than normal.
Spike took of his mirrored sunglasses and smiled at her kindly. This girl certainly was a looker. Her hair was so blonde, the color of spun gold. It was long too, again, just the way he liked it. An image of himself fucking her from behind, tugging on a handful of that silky looking hair popped up in his mind.
‘Gotta stop thinking like that, mate! She’s 18 -- barely legal! And you just bloody met her by pulling her over for speeding. Not exactly romantic...’
Spike struggled to do his job despite his intense attraction to her. "You were breaking the speed limit, Miss. I'm afraid I --"
"Oh, you don't have to, do you?" she said, turning to him and putting her arms on top of her door. "Couldn't you just give me a good stern warning? I promise, I won't do it again?"
Damn, she was flirting shamelessly again. How could he possibly give this beautiful, unbelievably sexy girl a ticket? He couldn’t do it.
Spike looked at her for several beats. "You won't, eh?"
"Cross my heart." She leaned back and made an X over her chest.
He swallowed hard as she crossed her chest. Her tits thrust out toward him. He wanted to tear that dress off and fuck the hell out of her. Her nipples were erect and jutting out against the fabric of her sundress. Spike licked his lips lightly. If only things could be different... He’d fuck her and suck on those hard nipples till they were red and raw, until she begged him to stop... Again, he forced the thoughts away.
"Maybe I'll let you go with a warning, just this once..."
"Oh! Oh, thank you! You're so sweet!" she said excitedly.
To have her smile at him like that, to have her look so happy and relieved, it was worth putting his duty aside this one time.
Spike smiled again. "Yeah, that's me. Sweet as the day is long. Be on your way then, Miss. And drive safely."
He made a quick getaway.
Spike was getting harder from his impure thoughts about her and didn’t want her to see it. Had the girl really fancied him, or was it just the old ‘chat up the cop to get out of the ticket’ routine? Of course, it was the latter. Women did that sort of thing from time to time. He'd bought it hook, line, and sinker. He laughed at his own foolishness; he could be such a wanker sometimes.
Spike strapped his helmet back on and started up his motorcycle. The sooner he got on with his patrol the better.
He sped past the blonde beauty’s car and down the highway. Spike shook his head and chuckled at his behavior. What had gotten into him anyway? It’s not like he didn’t see a lot of gorgeous, skimpily dressed girls through the course of his day. What was it about that one that had gotten to him like that? He couldn’t wait to finish his shift and take a very long, very cold shower.
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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