This is a piece can be considered part character study for one of the female members of the Hunt Club. As such it forms part of a larger set of stories (some not yet published), many of which have much, much darker themes, but this can be just as well read as a stand-alone story. I hope you enjoy it.
Taryn gunned the engine on her Spyker convertable. There was never any traffic out here and Taryn loved the feel of the g-forces as she urged the sportscar through the curves of the winding country road. Momentarily weightless as the car zoomed over a slight rise, Taryn's eyes scanned the approaching intersection. It annoyed her that the little gravel road, barely more than a farm track, merited a stop sign in the middle of her favorite stretch of straight-away. Without it she could gun the powerful little car up to almost 100 mph before slamming into another exhilarating set of twists and turns. Fortunately, visibility was good approaching the intersection, and Taryn usually went through the stop accelerating past sixty. Today was no different and she gave a whoop of pure joy as she blew past the small copse of trees on the other side of the intersection. Pedal pressed to the floorboard, speedometer climbing past ninety, Taryn was all concentration now, balancing the desire for more speed with the need to brake and downshift going into the fast-approaching curve. The Spyker's low-profile tires had incredible grip on the dry surface, but if she went into the turn at anything over sixty-five she risked spinning through the rail fence along the road and into the wheat field beyond. She never noticed the motorcycle pull out of the trees behind her, lights flashing.
With the speed Taryn was going it was five miles before the cop caught up to her, and then it was only when she had to slow nearly to a stop at an intersection with totally blind approaches. Checking to see that there was no approaching traffic, Taryn was about to mash the accelerator again when she caught sight of the flashing lights in her rear-view mirror. Slamming her hands against the steering wheel in frustration, Taryn eased the Spyker onto the gravel shoulder and killed the ignition; she knew she was in enough trouble without antagonizing the officer. Watching the young cop in the mirror as he parked his bike and slowly walked up behind her she worked to calm her irritation. She'd been in this situation before, and she knew she could get out of it, but it wasn't always easy. Cocking her right knee up, Taryn let her legs sag open, better revealing her crotch as she sat half-reclining in the Spyker's deep bucket seat. She draped one arm on the car door and rested the other on her raised knee.
"I've got you for failure to stop at a stop sign and speeding in excess of 30 mph - 78 in a 45 zone." Taryn realized that the officer had probably dropped his radar gun as soon as she went by him in the trees; she knew she had topped out at 97 before braking for that turn. She smiled at the officer as he openly gave her the once-over, but her heart sank a little as he scribbled on his citation pad. Taryn knew that the citation slips were numbered and carboned; once the officer started filling out a citation it couldn't be torn up without an official explanation.
"It looks like I can also cite you for driving with hazardous footwear and without a seat-belt. License and registration, please."
Taryn handed him her documents and considered her appearance as he checked her information in the computer link on his bike. Her light brown wavy hair fell just below the shoulders that her halter top left bare. The top itself, like the entire matching outfit, was a light tan soft suede number that tied in the back. Taryn's firm high breasts filled the size C cups of the top, showing an eye-catching cleavage where the scoop neck dropped low before a buckle accented the middle of the tie band. Only Taryn's deep round navel, centered on her 24" waist, interrupted the sweep of her lightly tanned skin from below her top to a wide double-clasp belt low around her hips. The belt held the straps to a set of slim chaps covering her legs from mid-thigh to the floorboards. Under the belt a matching suede thong covered her lower belly and crotch.
"Taryn Cross, your record shows several previous traffic violations and one conviction for possession of cocaine. I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car."
Taryn pushed the driver's side door up on its hinge pivot and swung her legs out of the car. Standing up from the low sports car her chaps brushed the pavement, despite the three inch boots she wore - no doubt the reason for the officer's comment about her footwear. She had served her time for that cocaine possession years ago, and didn't use anymore; she had since found another, more natural high. Nevertheless, the conviction continued to haunt her. Running the stop sign and the 30 mph speeding carried a mandatory $1,000 fine and revocation of her license, and a possible 6 months jail time. Given her past record, Taryn knew any judge wouldn't hesitate to lock her up if the case came before him.
"Put your hands on the car and spread your legs; I'm going to have to search you for concealed narcotics; your driving gives plenty of probable cause," the officer instructed.
Once Taryn had complied with his order, the officer kicked her feet further apart. Although Taryn wasn't tall, the Spyker was a very low-slung car and the position she now found herself in meant that she couldn't move either her hands or feet without falling to the ground. It also left her beautifully rounded bottom, bare between the straps of the chaps and the thin strip of the thong back, perfectly exposed to view. Taryn held onto her small hope; things were beginning to go better for her.
"Go ahead and search all you want," Taryn encouraged the officer, "I'm clean." Taryn subtly arched her back, giving the officer a better view of her suede-covered mound.
Making sure his side-arm was securely fastened and out of reach, the officer proceeded to pat down Taryn's chaps-clad legs. He took his time, fingers taking in every curve and ripple of her taught muscles. Finishing with her chaps, the officer stepped between her legs and reached over to pat down Taryn's top. His 'investigation' became even more thorough, as his hands squeezed and caressed her full breasts through the soft leather. Dipping her shoulders lower, Taryn rocked back slightly, pressing her crotch against the officer's trousers where he stood between her legs.
Letting go of her breast, the officer reached down and spread his hand over Taryn's lower belly, slowly stroking up and over her pubis. She knew that the suede wouldn't conceal any of the contours of her sex to his attentive fingers; she wasn't sure if he would be able to feel the wetness his caresses were beginning to stimulate in her.
"I'm sorry I wasn't watching my speed, Officer. I haven't been using any drugs, though, and I want you to know that I'm prepared to cooperate in any way to satisfy any doubt you might have," Taryn assured the officer.
Without replying, the officer abruptly gripped the suede thong, pulling the fabric aside, and plunged his fingers into her moist snatch. Startled by the suddenness, Taryn moaned as she felt his figures exploring her insides. She gasped when his fingers found and rubbed her clitoris, causing her juices to flow even more freely.
Taryn's knees nearly buckled as one probing figure accidentally found her g-spot, just before the officer withdrew his hand, leaving her pink inner lips glistening in the sunlight. Taryn heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper, moments before feeling the head of his penis kiss her willing lips. With one swift motion he rammed into her, forcing another gasp from Taryn's lips as his long shaft slammed into her cervix. Wet as she was, and fully expecting him to enter her, the suddenness and depth of his penetration made Taryn bite her lip to keep from crying out. Her legs shook with the strain as she felt him filling up her tight sex. She winced as his deep thrusts rhythmically stretched the limits of her insides.
As his hips continued to slap against her smooth buttocks she felt his hands tug at her halter, and the top was soon hanging loose from her neck, freed from the tie at her back. The officer's hands now resumed their kneading of Taryn's exposed breasts, smearing her right one with her own vaginal juices. Taryn winced again when his fingers pinched her stiff nipples, but soon that pain, like the one continuing between her legs, began to be overcome by the pleasure of arousal as she moved towards orgasm. Taryn let out a low moan and wriggled a little against the officer's embrace. She felt him grasp both of her breasts tighter as he used them to pull her against him, slamming even harder into her as he quickened his pace.
Abruptly his thrusting stopped deep inside her; his shaft twitched as it released hot spurts of semen, filling her with his seed. His orgasm seemed to go on and on and on, as Taryn trembled on the verge of her own climax. When it was finally over Taryn felt his penis pull out of her, as quickly and as unceremoniously as it had entered. Taryn once more heard the familiar 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!