Excessive Speeding (Part 2)

"May I see your driver's license and registration please?" The low, husky tone of the voice startled him. He swung his head around and found himself staring into the largest set of breasts he had ever seen. His eyes lingered only momentarily, then lifted up and looked into the reflection of himself in the dark sunglasses of the female officer. With an expressionless face she repeated the question. Richard fumbled in the glove compartment and found the registration, extracted his license from his wallet and handed them to the officer. While she perused the documents he found himself with a brief period of time with which to check her out. She looked to be more than six feet in height, which surprised him until he gazed at her feet and found her to be wearing thigh-high black leather boots with six-inch stiletto heels. The rest of her uniform appeared to be standard issue, but there was definitely nothing standard about the way she filled it out. Her shirt and motorcycle jacket barely contained the huge globes and her top buttons were undone just enough to offer an incredible view of her deep, dark cleavage. A police cap sat atop her auburn hair, which cascaded just past her shoulders. Her belt held a police revolver, nightstick and handcuffs. Before he could imagine himself with his face buried in her chest, she questioned him again. "So, Mr. Edwards, you do know why I stopped you this evening, don't you?" Once again her voice was low and throaty. That in combination with her amazing looks gave him a quick hard-on. "Yeah I know I was speeding, but I had to get to basketball ..." Before he could finish she cut him off. "I'm really not interested in hearing excuses. Turn off he car and wait here." Richard complied with her request, and she turned and began to walk back to her motorcycle. Richard quickly adjusted the side mirror so he could get a good view. It was then he noticed how voluptuous she was. The belt around her waist was tight and her full ass swung seductively from side to side in rhythm with the clicking of her stiletto heels. His cock hardened even more and he grabbed it through his jeans. If anyone could ever actually enjoy getting a ticket, this would be the way. He watched in the mirror, as she first talked into her radio, then proceeded to write out a ticket. He was getting more turned on as each minute passed, and was now sporting a raging hard-on. He reached into his gear bag and took a quick swig of mouthwash, gargled briefly and swallowed. He checked the mirror. She had started walking back toward his car. He adjusted his throbbing member so his jeans displayed its fullness.