The car behind came to an abrupt stop and turned across the road, in case I had some idea of making another escape attempt. I could plausibly say that I hadn’t seen the first car, but evading a roadblock was something else entirely and if I tried anything I could end up with some serious jail time. I turned off the engine and my hands fell to my sides.

One of the officers with a gun took a step forward and called out to me. “Ma’am, can you step slowly out of the vehicle.” It wasn’t a question.

I gulped and then opened the door, swung both legs out and stood, closing the door behind me. I saw their heads move up and down as they took in the sight of a tall naked woman stepping out of a sports car. I was glad their eyes were behind sunglasses too. “Wooo-eeh,” I heard one of them say quietly.

“Step to the front of the vehicle and put your hands on the hood,” the office instructed.

I had never been pulled over before, but I had seen enough of this on television. I stood by the side of the car bonnet and placed my palms flat on it. The low car and my high heels meant I had to bend at the waist to reach. Through my hands I could feel the warmth of the engine.

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Five minutes passed like this and then, without saying a word, I unfastened the remaining blouse buttons and leant back with my hands behind my head. The flaps of the blouse trailed free of my waist and I saw Tony moisten his lips with his tongue. I pretended I was oblivious to what I was doing to him. In truth, the combination of the afternoon sun and the cooling air on my bare stomach was exhilarating in itself.

Another few minutes passed and I leant forwards and, with the wind helping me, slid the blouse down my arms, pulled it out from behind my back and tossed it onto the seat behind me. Tony smiled, but still said nothing. The roads we took were quiet, with barely a car passing us in the opposite direction. And at speed my bra might just pass for a bikini top if anyone saw it, although the sheer material might not stand up to close inspection.

I reached down to my side and unfastened the single button holding my skirt and unfolded it from over my legs. With a quick lift of my buttocks I pulled it out from beneath me and tossed it behind me to join the blouse and I sat there, casually, in my underwear. Tony’s smile widened to a grin and I saw his eyes flick between the road and my white panties. I knew days like this always ended in sex and I dressed to excite. Our relationship had been a very physical one, while it lasted.

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