‘Licence and registration, please, ma’am.’
I sighed to myself, watching Janice fumble in her handbag for the necessary documents. This wasn’t how the trip was supposed to go. The Nevada desert surrounded us on all sides, reminding us of just how small and insignificant we really were in the grand scheme of things. Ahead of us, the road stretched away to the horizon, shimmering slightly in the afternoon heat. We were supposed to be cruising with the top down and the car stereo blasting out soft-rock driving anthems, not explaining to a traffic patrolman why we were travelling at 22 miles over the speed limit.
‘I’m really sorry, officer,’ Janice said, giving the man her most sincere smile. ‘I completely forgot you only drive at 55 over here.’
The holiday had been her idea, dreamed up the night we watched Thelma And Louise together for the first time, her parents safely out of the house and the bottle of Bailey’s from their drinks cabinet diminishing at an alarming rate between the two of us. ‘That’s what I’m going to do on my 30th birthday,’ Janice had declared, pouring herself another sticky glass of the creamy liqueur. ‘Drive out to the Grand Canyon in a cool old Thunderbird just like that one.’
I forgot about the plan – and her desire to spend a wild night in bed with a Brad Pitt look-alike – almost immediately, too busy dealing with my vicious, virgin hangover the following morning. Thirty seemed like such a long way away, and Janice was always coming up with fantastic tales of what her future would involve. Yet for some reason she continued to hang on to that particular dream and now, 14 years later, here we were.
The car rental company hadn’t been able to supply us with the classic T-Bird Janice had hoped for, but she was happy enough with the cherry red Chevy Camaro convertible they offered as an alternative. It was an eye-catching automobile, and with two blondes dressed in halter tops and tiny denim skirts in the front seats it commanded even more attention. Unfortunately, that attention had come from the Nevada State police.
As the patrolman handed back Janice’s licence and the documents the car hire firm had given her, I studied him from behind my sunglasses. A good dozen years older than us, his complexion was tanned and weathered from long exposure to the desert sun, and when he pulled off his small, gold-rimmed sunglasses, his eyes were the palest of greens. His posture suggested he was a man who’d listened to a lot of nonsense in his time on the job, and wasn’t prepared to stand for any of it. A man who didn’t need to rant and rave to stamp his authority on a situation.
‘Well, Miz Butler, seeing as I’m about at the end of my shift, and you’re a guest in our wonderful country, I’m going to let you off without a ticket this time. But if I see the two of you again, believe me, I’ll deal with you properly.’
‘Thanks so much, Officer …’ Janice squinted at the name tag above his breast pocket. ‘Ledley. We’ll be more careful in future, I promise.’
‘You do that, ladies. And have a nice day.’
We sat and waited till he’d got back in his patrol car and driven off before continuing on our way. As Janice steered the convertible back on to the road, she murmured, ‘Well, we might have got pulled over by a cop, but at least he was hot.’
I glanced over at Janice, who was grinning from ear to ear. ‘That is just so typical of you. We could have been in serious trouble there, and all you’re doing is eyeing the bloke up.’
‘Come on, Fi, don’t tell me that sexy drawl and those come-to-bed eyes did nothing for you. And he wasn’t just hot, he was big, too. Those uniform trousers really don’t hide much. Just think how it would have felt if he’d had you over the bonnet of the car, giving you a good patting-down. It’s worth breaking the speed limit for.’
‘Janice Butler, you’re just a tart.’ Despite myself, I was laughing as I chided her.
‘Yeah, and it takes one to know one.’
I gazed out at the passing landscape, not wanting to her to know how close she’d come to reading my mind. There’s a submissive streak in me that I usually keep well guarded, but it’s guaranteed to respond in the presence of strong authority figures like Officer Ledley. Janice was right; the man was hot, and my mind had taken her line about being frisked by him and was running with it. I pictured him ordering me to assume the position, then running his hands all the way up my widely spread legs. When he reached the tops of my thighs and discovered I wasn’t wearing any knickers, my pussy already wet and open from his treatment of me, he’d have no choice but to lift my skirt and spank my bare arse for being such a slut ...
My fantasies grew increasingly inventive as the miles passed, as I thought of all the uses the patrolman could find for his handcuffs and night stick. I didn’t know how much of that equipment he actually carried, but in my mind he had the full armoury and was prepared to use it to enforce his dominance over me.
Janice’s voice broke into my reverie. We were approaching the outskirts of a town that was no more than a pinprick on the vast, empty landscape. ‘There’s a diner just up ahead,’ she said. ‘I don’t know about you, but I could do with using the ladies’. And a cup of coffee would be nice, too.’
‘Fine by me,’ I replied, and moments later Janice was pulling the convertible to a halt in the car park in front of Della’s Diner, alongside a huge 18-wheeler truck. I half thought she might start spinning some tale about being ravished by its driver, but instead she headed straight for the rest rooms while I found an empty booth and started studying the laminated menu card.
A mumsy-looking waitress wandered over, pad in hand. The lines around her eyes deepened as she smiled in greeting. I ordered coffee and a piece of cherry pie à la mode for both of us, suddenly ravenous after a long afternoon’s driving.
The coffee was strong and rich; I added sugar and a generous swirl of cream, savouring the taste. By the time Janice joined me, the waitress was bringing over our plates of pie, vanilla ice cream already beginning to melt into the hot pastry.
‘Mmm, that looks good,’ Janice commented, reaching for her spoon.
For a few minutes we ate in silence, Patsy Cline on the short order cook’s crackly transistor radio the only accompaniment to our contented munching. We were scraping the last of the pie from our plates, wondering if it would be too greedy of us to order a second helping, when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
‘Didn’t I say I didn’t want to see you two ladies again?’
I turned guiltily, wondering what we’d done wrong this time. Janice’s parking wasn’t the greatest, but she couldn’t have blocked any of the other drivers in. Then I saw Officer Ledley was chuckling at my confusion, and realised he was joking with us.
‘Hi, officer. I thought you were at the end of your shift?’ Janice asked.
‘That I am, ma’am, but seeing as I live here in Cumberland, and Della’s blue plate special is better than anything I could rustle up myself ...’
I was only half-listening. Remembering what Janice had said earlier, I couldn’t resist glancing down, in the direction of Officer Ledley’s crotch. She was right. He did appear to have something very impressive tucked away in there. The fantasy I’d been enjoying about my dominant patrolman resurfaced, and I murmured, ‘So, officer, what did you mean when you said you’d deal with us properly?’
Reckoning that now the man was off-duty all bets were off, I slowly, deliberately, licked ice cream from the back of my spoon, keeping my eyes locked with his strange, pale green ones all the time.
He shifted slightly, as though his uniform trousers had suddenly become uncomfortably tight. ‘Well, ma’am, there are ways of enforcing authority in a situation that don’t necessarily involve reading you your Miranda rights or filling in paperwork. If the two of you would like to step outside to the car, I’ll show you.’
Remarkably, no one in the diner paid the slightest attention as Janice and I left enough money on the table to cover the cost of our meal and give the waitress a decent tip, then followed Officer Ledley outside. Perhaps the sight of two young women leaving a diner in the company of a handsome traffic cop was more common round here than we thought.
Ledley’s patrol car was parked in the shade behind the diner, out of sight of the road. Not that I was too worried about being seen; in the time we’d been staring out of the window, enjoying our cherry pie out here in the back end of nowhere, barely a dozen cars had gone by.
Janice and I kept shooting furtive, thrilled glances at each other, sensing something was about to happen that went far beyond any of our previous experiences. Just the fact I was even contemplating the odds of two women to one man, and how such an encounter might play itself out, made me wonder if I’d been infected with Janice’s enthusiasm for a truly unforgettable road trip.
‘Now, ladies, if this was a real arrest, I’d need to make sure neither of you was carrying a concealed weapon. So, up against the car, please ...’
We got into the requested position, legs spread and palms flat against the window of the patrol car, Janice following my lead. This was so like my fantasy, I could feel my pussy growing wet in anticipation of the moment when Officer Ledley’s big, calloused hands would slide up my thighs.
He frisked Janice first, lingering over the curves of her hips and big breasts in a way no genuine arresting officer ever would. I watched, enviously, as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, bringing them to hard points beneath the scarlet fabric of her halter top. By the time he’d patted his way up her legs, hands disappearing under her skirt and doing something I couldn’t see but which brought a delighted squeak from her, I was almost groaning aloud in frustration.
‘All clean,’ Officer Ledley commented, before turning his attention to me. I did my best to stifle a needy whimper as his hands began their exploration of my body, but my reaction hadn’t escaped his notice. ‘You’re a hot little thing, aren’t you?’ he growled in my ear. ‘Bet you’d do pretty much anything I wanted you to, eh?’
‘Yes, sir,’ I replied meekly. His words went directly to my core, the part of me that thrived on fantasies of submission and control coming to full consciousness.
‘So you’d have no objections if I did this ...’ As he spoke, he tugged open the neck fastening of my top. The material fell to my waist, baring my tits. While they might not be as generously sized as Janice’s, they’re sensitive, and the sudden exposure to the cool air, coupled with the excitement of being so efficiently stripped, caused my nipples to harden and press themselves against Officer Ledley’s palms.
Officer Ledley caught Janice staring. ‘Want me to do the same to you?’ he asked. I wasn’t surprised that she nodded in response, but I was surprised that instead of undoing her top, he reached round and yanked down the zip at the front of her skirt. When her skirt came down, I saw that, like me, she had chosen to go knickerless, her bare bottom now cheekily on display.
‘Top and tail,’ Officer Ledley murmured. ‘My favourite sight.’
Did that mean he really had done this before? I glanced over my shoulder at him, but he’d put his dark glasses on once more, and his expression was unreadable. The glasses only added to his aura of dominance, and cream trickled from my pussy in response.
‘So officer,’ Janice purred, ‘we’ve established that Fiona and I don’t have anything concealed about our person, but what about you? Looks to me like you’ve got a very large weapon stashed away there.’
‘You’re just asking for me to swat that bratty little arse of yours, aren’t you?’ he replied, but his hands were on his belt, unbuckling it before dealing rapidly with the fly of his trousers. When he brought his cock out, both Janice and I were struck speechless. We’d been expecting something on the large side, but this was a real monster, easily the biggest I’d ever seen, drops of juice already oozing from its circumcised head.
Before we’d even got halfway through admiring it, Officer Ledley ordered, ‘On your knees, ladies, and show the respect due an officer of the law.’
It was obvious what he wanted us to do. We eagerly got down, one on each side of him, crouching in the shadow of his patrol car. Janice reached for his thick shaft, her hand struggling to encircle it. As she held it steady, we started to lick. He tasted salty and ripe from his day’s work. Janice nuzzled her nose in the crisp hair at the base of his cock, breathing in his distinctly male aroma.
While she went to work on his balls, sucking each of them in turn, I concentrated on his tip, lapping at the sweet spot just below his fat, bulging helmet.
‘Any more of that,’ he warned us, ‘and you’ll have me coming before I’m good and ready.’ He caught hold of Janice’s hand. ‘Say, Miz Butler, why don’t you take a break and play with your friend’s pretty little titties for me? I’m just in the mood to enjoy a show.’
I had no idea how Janice would react to his suggestion. In all the time we’d been friends, we’d never experimented sexually with each other. It wasn’t that the idea had never occurred to me, but I’d never seen any evidence that Janice might be interested in girls. Until now, as she eyed my bare tits with obvious relish. As Officer Ledley urged her on, she cupped them in her small, soft hands, pushing them together and circling them with her palms.
‘Mmm, that’s nice.’ I gave myself up to her caress. If our friendly policeman wanted a show, we’d give him one to remember. I kissed Janice full on the mouth, tasting cherries and Officer Ledley’s cock. She responded, pressing her pointed little tongue into my mouth. The kiss grew more passionate, our bodies grinding together lewdly.
‘Oh, man ...’
We broke the kiss to come up for air and I turned to see Officer Ledley, cock clutched in his fist like a cudgel, stroking himself as he enjoyed our performance. The look of sheer lust on his face, an obvious expression of the effect we were having on him, made me want to be even wilder, even more uninhibited.
‘Now, tell me, which of you two ladies likes to lick pussy?’ he asked.
‘That would be me,’ I replied.
‘I was rather hoping it would be. Now, Miz Butler, why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the back seat of my car, and Miz Fiona can demonstrate her skills for me.’
Like a true gentleman, he opened the car door for Janice. As he’d requested, she sprawled out on the patrol car’s broad leather seat, bending her legs back on themselves and splaying her thighs wide, giving me a perfect view of her pouting pussy, shorn of everything but a sweet little heart-shaped tuft of hair on her mound.
I didn’t have a great deal of room to manoeuvre, but I arranged myself so I was half in and half out of the car, face nice and close to Janice’s pussy.
‘I’ve never done this before, Fi,’ she admitted. ‘Not with another girl, anyway.’ There was a pause as she wriggled on the seat, as though searching for the right words. This was her Thelma And Louise moment, her chance to celebrate the enduring nature of our friendship before she went over a metaphorical cliff edge. All she finally came out with was, ‘But I’m so glad my first time’s going to be with you.’
I smiled, giving her hand a little squeeze. ‘Just relax and enjoy, babe.’
Hands pressed against the insides of her thighs, nostrils full of the scent of warm leather and juicy, excited female, I let my tongue sweep over the full expanse of her crease. Starting at her arsehole, I brushed repeatedly up to her clit. She gave a surprised little exclamation of pleasure. Behind me, I was aware of Officer Ledley moving up close to get a better look, but for the moment, this was all about me and Janice.
Broad tongue strokes gave way to rapid, feline licks, concentrating on the area around her clit without ever quite reaching it. She writhed in frustration, arching her pelvis up to my face in the hope I would touch her where she needed it most. Somewhere in the near distance, I heard the hiss of air brakes, and the rumble of a big truck pulling out on to an asphalt road. Briefly, I wondered again about the possibilities of being seen, then decided I simply didn’t care.
I was determined to take my time, stringing things out for as long as I could before bringing Janice to orgasm, but Officer Ledley had other ideas. He pushed my skirt up to my waist, then a blunt, short-nailed finger probed at the entrance to my cunt, worming its way inside. A second followed with minimal resistance, then a third. He’s getting me ready for his cock, I thought, with a shudder of queasy anticipation at being penetrated by something so big.
Beneath me, Janice was oblivious, lost in her own private world of bliss. Inspired by Officer Ledley and his seeming need to be inside me, I slipped a finger into Janice’s clutching hole, hooking it upwards to catch the sensitive spot on the front wall. As I licked and rubbed and probed, she squirmed and babbled to herself.
Ledley dragged his fingers out sharply, leaving a void only one thing could fill. Primed as I was, it was still a strain, his cockhead stretching me as wide as I’d ever been. By the time I was as full as I could go, I reckoned there was probably still a third or more of his shaft outside me.
My delighted sigh at having a wet, tight pussy to lick at one end and a freakishly big dick filling me at the other seemed to vibrate through Janice’s body, causing her to grab at my ponytail so she could guide me to the very centre of her pleasure. It took us a few moments to find a rhythm that worked for all of us, so that every time Officer Ledley thrust forward, he pushed my face hard into Janice’s velvet folds, and when he withdrew I was able to take a breath before plunging in again.
Janice was the first to come, grinding her pubic bone almost painfully hard against the bridge of my nose as her juices gushed out into my mouth. As she flopped back on the seat, spent, Officer Ledley pulled me fully out of the car. I caught hold of the top of the door frame in both hands and hung on for dear life as he pounded into me.
Senses overloaded, held tight in Ledley’s muscular embrace, all I could do was surrender to the orgasm that threatened to rip me to shreds. I howled out so loudly I was sure someone would come running out of the diner to see who was in distress.
Ledley pulled his cock out of my cunt, spraying my arse cheeks with a couple of well-aimed squirts of spunk, then it was over. The most crazy, intense fuck of my life, made all the sweeter by having my face buried in my best friend’s juicy pussy.
‘Well, I guess we should be on our way,’ I said, as Officer Ledley zipped up and made himself look respectable once more and I re-tied my halter top. Janice had already recovered her equilibrium, and her skirt, and was combing out her hair with her fingers as she checked her reflection in the driver’s mirror.
‘Where are you ladies heading?’ Officer Ledley asked, as he escorted us back round to our Chevy.
‘Oh, we’re booking into a hotel in Las Vegas tonight,’ Janice informed him.
‘Vegas, huh? I’ve got a friend who works traffic patrol there, likes to enforce the same kind of authority as I do. Officer Stransky. I’ll have to pass on your registration number, so she can keep an eye out for you ...’
She? I thought excitedly, waving a final fond goodbye to our uniformed friend. It seemed like this holiday really was about to become the trip of a lifetime.