and empty, patient under the black sky. Susan scratched the nail of her finger across the cleft of her moist vagina and a tremor of pleasure rocketed through her belly and up into her erect nipples. With a loud groan, she forced herself to stop and take her hand away, not wanting to cum and gush onto the cool leather of the car seat. She held her hand to her face and inhaled the sweet, heady musk of her sex, then pushed the finger into her mouth and sucked. Susan was no stranger to the taste of her own love-juice and the flavour elated her taste buds, sending quivering bursts of pure lust back down between her thighs. She had to get to point X fast.
With a last look at the map Susan satisfied herself she knew exactly where she was, on the right road and heading in the right direction. She turned the key in the ignition and the Porsche roared back to life. Without so much as a backward glance in the rear view mirror, Susan sped off towards her rendezvous, the Camaro's tires spinning and squealing on the sand covered blacktop.
Five minutes later, Susan slowed the car to 65mph, a speed that for her was almost pedestrian, but still more than fast enough for a ticket.
She began to feel impatient, searching the rear view mirror for the tell-tale signs of a patrol car in hot pursuit. 'Where the hell is he?' The cop had to be around here somewhere, her instructions had been implicit and the agency prided itself on it's attention to detail. They had never let her down in the past. Then suddenly he was behind her, powerful headlights glaring angrily in her mirror, blue and red flashing lights adding to the realism, increasing her excitement.
Susan slammed her foot down onto the accelerator and the Camaro's rear wheels skidded in a split second of surprise, then gripped the tarmac again and hurled itself along the highway like a jet approaching take off. She knew her car was a lot faster than the souped-up police Ford behind her and she could easily outrun her pursuer, but the chase was only the beginning, an entrée to more illicit pleasures ahead.
The two cars swept through the desert night. Susan kept slowing down just enough to let the Ford catch up and then she would speed away again, laughing and singing along to the radio. The chase thrilled her, the steady, throbbing hum of the car beneath her, and each bump that jarred the vehicle sent shivers of excitement up and down her body. For one wild moment, she risked taking a hand off the steering wheel and touched between her legs again. Now she was more than just damp, she was soaking wet.
The Camaro hit an abrupt incline in the road and for a moment, all four wheels left the tarmac. With a sudden sharp intake of breath, Susan realized she was flying! It lasted less than three, endless seconds and the car was only a few inches off the ground but the unexpected sensation of weightlessness, the high pitched whine of wheels released from traction, brought a squeal of startled delight from her mouth and sent a deep stab of physical pleasure throughout her entire being. And when the car touched back down to earth, the impact of the tyres hitting the road, the jolt that shuddered up through the Camaro's chassis, felt to Susan as if she had just been firmly and sensuously spanked. Breathless with excitement she felt as if she would cum at any moment. But she did not want to waste the joy of the sensation. She needed to fuck. Now. Desperately she scanned the shoulder of the road for a safe place to stop.
Susan watched in the rear view mirror as the cop emerged from his patrol car, put on his hat and walked towards the Camaro. This time the agency really had done it's homework, she thought. The illusion was perfect. The patrol car, the uniform, even the gun holstered at the cop's hip, every tiny detail looked genuine. He stopped a short distance behind the Camaro and spoke in a calm, but commanding voice.
''Put your hands where I can see them, Ma'am.''
Reluctantly Susan withdrew her
With a last look at the map Susan satisfied herself she knew exactly where she was, on the right road and heading in the right direction. She turned the key in the ignition and the Porsche roared back to life. Without so much as a backward glance in the rear view mirror, Susan sped off towards her rendezvous, the Camaro's tires spinning and squealing on the sand covered blacktop.
Five minutes later, Susan slowed the car to 65mph, a speed that for her was almost pedestrian, but still more than fast enough for a ticket.
She began to feel impatient, searching the rear view mirror for the tell-tale signs of a patrol car in hot pursuit. 'Where the hell is he?' The cop had to be around here somewhere, her instructions had been implicit and the agency prided itself on it's attention to detail. They had never let her down in the past. Then suddenly he was behind her, powerful headlights glaring angrily in her mirror, blue and red flashing lights adding to the realism, increasing her excitement.
Susan slammed her foot down onto the accelerator and the Camaro's rear wheels skidded in a split second of surprise, then gripped the tarmac again and hurled itself along the highway like a jet approaching take off. She knew her car was a lot faster than the souped-up police Ford behind her and she could easily outrun her pursuer, but the chase was only the beginning, an entrée to more illicit pleasures ahead.
The two cars swept through the desert night. Susan kept slowing down just enough to let the Ford catch up and then she would speed away again, laughing and singing along to the radio. The chase thrilled her, the steady, throbbing hum of the car beneath her, and each bump that jarred the vehicle sent shivers of excitement up and down her body. For one wild moment, she risked taking a hand off the steering wheel and touched between her legs again. Now she was more than just damp, she was soaking wet.
The Camaro hit an abrupt incline in the road and for a moment, all four wheels left the tarmac. With a sudden sharp intake of breath, Susan realized she was flying! It lasted less than three, endless seconds and the car was only a few inches off the ground but the unexpected sensation of weightlessness, the high pitched whine of wheels released from traction, brought a squeal of startled delight from her mouth and sent a deep stab of physical pleasure throughout her entire being. And when the car touched back down to earth, the impact of the tyres hitting the road, the jolt that shuddered up through the Camaro's chassis, felt to Susan as if she had just been firmly and sensuously spanked. Breathless with excitement she felt as if she would cum at any moment. But she did not want to waste the joy of the sensation. She needed to fuck. Now. Desperately she scanned the shoulder of the road for a safe place to stop.
Susan watched in the rear view mirror as the cop emerged from his patrol car, put on his hat and walked towards the Camaro. This time the agency really had done it's homework, she thought. The illusion was perfect. The patrol car, the uniform, even the gun holstered at the cop's hip, every tiny detail looked genuine. He stopped a short distance behind the Camaro and spoke in a calm, but commanding voice.
''Put your hands where I can see them, Ma'am.''
Reluctantly Susan withdrew her
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