Tuesday Tales- Weekend Retreat

 “Shit! I gotta go, Vinnie. I'm being pulled over.”

“What?”

“I'll call you back. I'm being pulled over by a cop.” Rose flung the remote control onto the passenger seat and flipped her phone shut. “Damn it.”

Rose steered her car to the shoulder of road and parked it. She watched the state police officer exit his car behind her and she noticed she had started to perspire. Not profusely, but enough to appear nervous. She was aflutter but not because she had been pulled over. Hell, she'd just experienced two of the best back-to-back orgasms she'd ever had. Who wouldn't be a little spent and sweaty.

Vinnie had, hands off, just made her thong the wettest they had ever been without even touching her. Just his smooth voice, descriptive words and way of turning her on. This little game of his was working wonders for her libido.   

Tap!

Rose glanced to her left and saw the police officer hovering outside her window. She rolled the window down and smiled, trying to cover up her state of oblivion.

“Yes officer?” Her eyelashes fluttered.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” His pensive personality apparent and his authority obvious with the way his tone mocked her.

“Umm... I wasn't speeding was I?” Unsure of the answer to this, Rose tried to remember how fast she had been traveling down the state road.

“No, Ma'am. You were actually swerving all over your lane.” His mirrored sunglasses hid half of his expression but Rose knew he was a hard-ass and she didn't see any way of getting out of a ticket.

“Oh, I hadn't realized.” Quick on her feet, she tossed out there an excuse. “It is quite sunny out today. Don't you think?”

“License and registration.” He leaned down resting his forearm on the car door and glanced in the vehicle, like he was scanning the contents.

“Oh, yes.” She grinned and started rummaging around on the floorboard for her purse. “Well, it is very bright out today.” She began ransacking items in her over-sized purse searching for her wallet. “And I forgot my sunglasses at home so the sun was shining in and...”

“License and registration.” The man's harsh reminder jolted Rose. His voice even closer than a moment ago. She looked over at him and he was staring past her.

“I'm looking for them.” She returned her attention to the task and her hands muddled through the clutter. Grabbing her wallet, she opened it, set aside her purse and dug out her license. “It's not a very good picture.” She handed to his awaiting hand.

He took it, smiling. “Registration?”

“Oh, yeah. Hang on.” She leaned across the car to reach into the glove box when she eyed the remote control sitting on the seat. Her mouth gaped open when embarrassment flushed her face.

Had he seen it? He had smiled.

“Oh, God.”

“Ma'am?”

“Yes.”

“Registration, please.”

“Oh, okay. Give me one minute.” She leaned further over to hide the remote, trying to think of a way to shove it aside and out of sight. Seeing no possible plan, Rose sighed and retrieved her car's registration.

She sat back in her seat and handed the officer the slip of paper. Blowing stray strands of her blonde hair out of her face, Rose avoided eye contact. She couldn't be sure if he had seen the remote control but the humiliation of him even possibly seeing it, and knowing what it was, kept her quiet and distant. No sense in even trying to talk her way out of the ticket. She'd take the penalty for her reckless driving if it meant getting gout of his sight.

“I'll be right back.” He spun on his heels and walked back to his car. As she watched him retreat in her rear view mirror, her cell phone buzzed. She glanced down at the screen to see Vinnie's name flashing.

Glancing in the mirror, she saw the police officer talking on his hand-held radio, probably confirming who she was and that she had no warrants. She grabbed her phone and flipped it open.

“You okay, honey?” Vinnie's voice full of concern. “What happened?”

“Oh man. I got pulled over for swerving. Probably going to get a reckless driving ticket or something.”

“Oh babe.”

“It's okay.” She sighed. “I don't give a crap about the ticket right now.”

“You don't?”

“No.” She looked in the mirror, making sure she had another moment to talk. The police officer nodded his head and continued talking to the person on the other end of the radio. “I think he saw the remote control.”

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