Pulled Over (Rycbar & CntDestyr) - Closed

[ThisIsWhoIAm]

Carrie Andrews had just managed to get her drivers license a week ago. She had always shown herself to be responsible, respectful and take great care to follow the rules and laws. So shortly after she got her license she was given a car, it wasn't much, it was what her parents called a test car. For the next year she had to show she could maintain it, learn how to do some preventive care on it and keep a good driving record. If she did all this then they would buy her, within reason, a car she wanted that was newer so it would give her many years of use.

Carrie was determined to show her parents that she could do it, but she was also young. Her best friends Amelia and Diane asked her to go with them to a party, she told her parents that they were going out to a double feature movie which they often did on a Friday night and then would probably go to one of the teen hangouts after for pizza. Since both her parents worked late and trusted her, she didn't have a curfew on the weekends as long as she was safe and had her homework done.

Carrie always felt bad when she lied to her parents but the chance to go to a party was something that could raise their social standing at school. So, she'd gone over to Amelia's right after school and together the three girls had prepared for their night. Amelia's mother was what the girls termed a dress-a-holic and had an entire room in their house set up with just skirts, dresses and tops for different types of occasions. She often let the girls raid the room so when they had prepared for their night they each looked for something that suited them.

Carrie, while wanting to make an impression, didn't want to dress like some of the girls they knew would so had gone with a simple white silk dress with silver threading. The skirt of it fell a few inches above her knee and fanned out which meant she would be able to move without fighting with some skin tight dress. That was more Amelia's area, but as they all got ready, her hair was simply feathered back.

All three of the girls took turns in the bathroom taking a shower and doing their touch up shaving. Carrie's mom had raised her to be a firm believer that the only hair a woman should have was on her head. She had been taught that the rest just led to bad hygiene so she was very careful at all times to keep everything bare.

When they were all ready, Carrie drove them to the house where the party was taking place and the girls went in to have fun. At first Carrie had considered not drinking at all but she was so certain of herself and her ability to make good decisions that she decided one couldn't hurt. Over the course of the next couple of hours she consumed four drinks and was nursing her fifth when her friends decided they were ready to go.

Carrie felt she must have been fine since she had driven them home without incident, she dropped off Diana first and then Amelia before she had to head out down Old Mill Road which was quite a long stretch often with little traffic to go to her house. A few times she saw the lines on the road blur just before she turned onto the road with a turn that was a little too wide and for a moment she found herself swerving.

Righting herself, she reached for the radio and was about to turn it on when the flashing red and blue lights caught her attention behind her. "Oh shit," she muttered and as soon as there was a space on the road where she could pull off without still being in the middle of the road, she pulled over. She was in so much trouble if she got a ticket.

Climbing out of the car, she stumbled a little bit feeling a bit woozy, apparently the alcohol hadn't had the chance to kick in before she left the party but was now. "I"m sorry officer, please don't right me a ticket, please?" She immediately began to plead as she saw him walking toward her, her eyes watering. This was her first time ever drinking and she hadn't expected the effects to creep up on her.

There were only five houses on this road, each was set back a distance from the road itself and mostly surrounded by trees. Even where she pulled over was often just a section to the side with trees around it that was used to turn around if someone was lost or missed a turn. The only light came from the moon, her headlights and tail lights and the cops car.

 

[CntDestyr]

RE: Pulled Over (Rycbar & CntDestyr)

Anthony Newton had drawn the short straw at work and got the exhilarating task of setting up a speed trap at the Old Mill Road as well as late night watch. There were literally only five houses lining the road, with quite a long distance between the two. The only people that ever drove on this road were old folks returning to their large houses in the suburbs of the big city. Still, his station had gotten some complaints that hooligans were driving fast, blaring loud music, and endangering the lives of the few families that lived on the road. It was that complaint alone that drug him out to the spot.

The cop wasn't exactly a veteran, but he wasn't exactly a rookie either. This was his second full year on the force and something about bossing people around and doing what he wanted really got Anthony going. Sure, he had gone to college and could have gotten a white collar job sitting behind a desk filing papers and hiding behind a computer all day long, but that was boring, besides, he still got to do that sort of stuff for particularly heinous crimes and offenses. He had breezed through the academy, and knew the "book" like the back of his own hand. Anthony was a perfect cop. . .sort of.

As far as the man's physical appearance was concerned, he was an All-American Wide Receiver that broke many records at his big school. His name was always floating around the different sports websites and the local news for his outstanding performance. He didn't get drafted to the NFL because he dropped out of college to pursue a career in law enforcement. He stood at six foot four with chiseled abs, muscular arms, and a shaved head that was hidden underneath his police cap. He ran a 4'4 40, and had the stamina of a prized racing horse in more ways than one. He was quickly rising through the ranks, and he aspired to be a detective at some point in his life or someone who didn't just sit on an empty street.

The man was day-dreaming when a car came putting past. He clocked it as being a few miles below the speed limit, but that wasn't why he turned his lights on and pulled behind her. He pulled her over because of the large swerve that the driver had done on a straight road. The road she was on was just a long straight piece of tar that cut through a wide open field, with a small smattering of houses on one side. There were also a few trees that broke up the scene of just a rolling field of grass. His lights were still going as he climbed out the car and saw the girl standing before him, already out of the car.

As he made his way towards her, he got a good look at her, before she spoke. As she did speak, the very distinct smell of alcohol washed over him, and he shook his head. It was clearly her first time drinking and driving, let alone just drinking in general. "Licence and registration please." He asked her with a sigh. When she handed them to her, he smiled at her. "Just put your hands on the roof of the car, palms down and wait for me to get back." He said as he made his way back to his car and ran her information. She had just gotten her driver's licence, that was clear, and her record was completely clean. Still, Anthony couldn't resist the opportunity that fate had presented him with.

Making his way back to her, he placed her papers on the roof, setting his hat ontop of them so they wouldn't blow away in the wind. If this was her first time out, she probably didn't know how the procedure went for checking if someone was drunk or not while operating a vehicle. "Keep your hands on the car, I am going to commence a quick search before we continue. Please spread your legs" He told the sixteen year old girl. When she did, he started down at her bare ankles, feeling up her long smooth legs with his large calloused hands.

When he got to her thighs, he stopped, squeezing her ass just a little bit, before he stood behind her and placed his left leg between her legs and against the car. He started to feel her hips and up her sides. She was standing a few feet from the car, so he had access to her front, and he started to just run his hands down her breasts and down her stomach. "Still doing alright over there?" He asked her with a smile. He really didn't care how she was doing, however. This was almost too easy. . .

 

[ThisIsWhoIAm]

RE: Pulled Over (Rycbar & CntDestyr)

Carrie was scared to death that she would lose her car and her license on top of being in a great deal of trouble with her parents. She was shaking badly with the knowledge that everything hinged on this officer. When he asked for her license and registration, she handed it over with shaking hands, tears in her eyes. As he told her to place her hands on the roof of the car, she did so with little hesitation. She didn't know what to expect or what was going to happen.

When he returned not long after, she was shaking and looked back curiously in wonder though with her current trembling and the moisture in her eyes, she couldn't really see much more than how tall, built and the darkness of his skin. When he told her to keep her hands there and mentioned a search she responded with a soft, "Yes, officer. Please... I won't do it again, I... I didn't think I drank much..."

Spreading her lags as she was told, she tensed as she felt his large hands moving over her soft, smooth skin and gave a small squeal as his hands squeezed her backside. "Officer... what are you...?" When his hands moved up her hips and sides, she shuddered. A gasp left her throat when her nipples hardened as his hands moved down over her breasts before heading to her stomach.

When he asked if she was alright, she nodded slowly, "Umm, yes officer I'm okay. Umm... am I going to get a ticket officer?" She asked as she turned her head to look at him the best she could. She was trying to ignore that his leg was positioned in such a way that it was almost as though she was half sitting on it. "Is the search done?"