"Crap!"

Caught exceeding the speed limit - great, that was just what she needed. Elena looked in the rear-view mirror again. In the few minutes she had been waiting quietly in her car, nothing had happened in the police car behind her. What was taking them so long? She opened her glove compartment and rummaged for her papers. The loud knocking on the window startled her.

"Hello," Elena said sweetly as she rolled down the window. She hoped it was a male officer, very sweet and easily swayed by a pretty female face. The flashlight shone right in her face, making it impossible for her to tell if it was a man or a woman.

"Please get out of the car," his deep voice growled, catching her attention

"What?"

"I want you to get out of the car."

Again she glanced in the rearview mirror. It definitely looked like a police car, the flashing blue lights on the roof. Still - she was a woman, standing here all alone on the shoulder of the highway. She wasn't going to get out that quickly.

"Sorry, but I don't really like the situation. How am I supposed to know if you're really a policeman?" she asked, squinting into the light of the flashlight. She tried to shield her eyes with one hand.

"I'm not going to say it again. Get out of the car," he repeated, leaning down so she could see his face.

"Jackson, oh man, you fooled me," she said with a smile, instantly relieved. She rested her elbow comfortably in the open window.

He abruptly opened the door and startled, she pulled her arm back or she would have fallen out.

"I'll ask you to get out again."

She undid her seatbelt, climbed out of the car and looked at him. It was the first time she'd seen him in uniform, and he looked good.

"Nice," she purred, nibbling on her lower lip.

She'd broken all her rules with Jackson. She'd been surprised that she'd agreed to meet him after they'd been chatting on an online singles platform for only a few days. His photo had been hot. Very hot. His voice, deep but relaxed, had made her nervous even before he'd said ten words.

Consequently, she ended up in his apartment, in his bed, because his uncomfortable little couch had turned out to be too small.

Elena had seen two uniforms hanging on his coat rack when he had hung up her coat. His police boots were on the floor next to the wardrobe. Jesus - she finally had her long-awaited cop!

Jackson, coming to bed in his Calvin Klein undies, tight black T-shirt and swathed in Dolce & Gabbana aftershave, had sealed the deal. All her good girl rules had suddenly vanished into thin air: Feeling him behind her on the bed, his body warm and tight against hers, had felt sensual and sinful at the same time.

This was followed by a massage, during which he also kissed her neck. Her only chance was to ask him to stop. A minute longer and she wouldn't have been able to stop herself. So they cuddled together, she lay in his arms and ran her fingertips over his stomach with feather-light strokes, then her fingernails, eliciting a deep moan from him. Jackson's body was fabulous - perfectly defined muscles, no hair and silky soft skin. Her hand had moved further down, lightly grazing his penis as it pressed against his boxers. Then she had forced herself to stop again, pretending to be tired, and rolled to her side to sleep. In truth, she had barely slept a wink the rest of the night.

On their second date, they slept together. She had no other choice. Her expectations regarding his sexual talent had even been exceeded. He gave it to her hard and heavy - a perfect combination in her opinion.

So much for the back story. She had just been halfway out the front door when the phone rang. He had asked her where she was going and which way she was going. She had found that strange, but now it all made sense.

He was standing in front of her in full uniform, Kevlar vest, gun holster on his belt, police boots and pants, tight and sexy. Jesus, what a sight!

"Turn around, put your hands behind your back!"

She did exactly as he said. Then he was behind her, his body pressed firmly against hers and she felt his hardness against her ass. He placed his foot between hers and roughly forced her legs apart. She guessed it was his baton, which she now felt on her calf and then on the inside of her thigh; he stopped just before her pussy before pulling it up quickly, making her stand on her tiptoes.

"Son of a bitch," Elena purred, but didn't mean it. Then his hands were on her wrists, she felt the cold steel of the handcuffs on one joint, then the other, and he pulled roughly on her arms, although she offered no resistance. The clicking of the handcuffs mingled with the sound of passing cars. Not fun handcuffs for children, no: real police handcuffs. My God, her hotspot was already itching and she was soaking wet.

"Come on, move," he growled and she felt his hot breath on her ear.

He dragged her past her car to his car. Then he pushed her forward so that she had to bend over the hood. His hand at the back of her neck grabbed a strand of her hair. Pushing her head down, he pressed her cheek against the warm metal of the hood.

"Stay like that," he barked and walked away.

She didn't move and watched as he went to her car and turned off the lights, then did the same to his, but left the blue lights on. His radio came on and a voice, barely intelligible to Elena, spoke to him. Jackson answered into the speaker on his shoulder, looking completely professional - not at all like the same man who had just put her over the hood.

"I'm just finishing up a traffic stop. I'll be finished in ten minutes."

Then he was behind her again, grabbing her by the hips and tugging at her pants until they were around her ankles. The cool autumn air caressed her body and she got goose bumps. She heard him tear open something, probably a condom wrapper, and then he fumbled with his belt and pants. Her pubis pulsed and twitched and she was sure she could come without him touching her. "Stop that," he growled, slapping her hard on the ass and tossing the condom wrapper onto the hood of the car, where it came to rest just inches from her cheek.

"Fuck," she gasped breathlessly in pleasure.

Ten fingers parted her labia, which were already slippery with her juices. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back and bit the side of her neck.

"Now I'm going to fuck you," he said into her ear and pushed her head forward again so that her cheek was back on the hood.

Then he was inside her, fast, hard and relentless.

For a brief moment, she wondered what it must look like to passing motorists. Maybe it looked like she was being arrested. Who cared? She was bent over the hood of a patrol car, being given a good, hard shaking by a policeman. That was the stuff dreams are made of. Now the sounds of traffic were drowned out by her moans, the roaring in her ears and the loud slapping of skin on skin.

"You're going to get really hard, sweetie," Jackson grunted, slowing his thrusts.

"Come on, cum for me." He thrust again, hard and fast.

And she came - more intensely than she had in a long time. She made a noise that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure, her legs trembled and her pubic area tightened again and again in waves.

He was relentless and took her even harder now. His fingertips dug into her skin as he moaned out his orgasm; then he quickly withdrew, pinched her ass and spanked her a few times with the flat of his hand.

Again she heard him fumbling with the clothes. He pulled up her panties and pants and turned her around to face him, zipping her up. Then he planted a hard, quick kiss on her lips and turned her again to unlock the handcuffs. Then he walked back to the patrol car. The blood was rushing through her veins and her breathing had not yet completely calmed down. "Elena?" he said, turning to her again. "Yes?" she managed to say. "Are you still going to come to my place at ten later?" "Do you doubt that?" "Not really," he replied, smiling incredibly sweetly. "See you later."

Dirty Women's Fantasies 2 - "Action, Jackson!" by Sally Miller - Carl Stephenson Publishers

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