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If you don't like stories with sexual content - don't bother reading this. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at sxyredgrl@aol.com. All the characters and events in this story are fictional, any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.
This is my second attempt at story writing. A more 'romantic' approach was suggested over my previous storyline style - constructive comments welcomed.

It was 5am and I was on my way to work. There were no cars on the road at that hour of the day - and especially since last nights big storm. The county had all their services out on 'tactical standby' - fire, medical, police. The radio had reported power lines down and a few roads were washed out in the outlying areas but I decided to take my chances. I took the downhill curve at nearly 50mph, even though it was posted 30mph, and even though the pavement was still pretty wet. Sure enough, there was a police car (one of the new 4WD SUVs) on a side road, just around the corner. And, sure enough, on go the red and blue lights. I pulled over at a clear spot and the cop stopped about 10 yards behind me - 1/2 parked on the shoulder and 1/2 in the road. Water was gushing down from the top of the hill, making the spot where I pulled over a little hazardous to say the least. Officer James Padilla walked up to my car with that fluid, athletic swagger that can easily be mistaken for cockiness by someone getting a speeding ticket. But one look at those deep brown eyes and I was melting in my seat.
"Ma'am... may I please see your license, proof of insurance, and registration?", he said with a deep baritone voice and a brilliant white smile.
My hands were shaking as I reached to my glove box to get the papers, which, of course, weren't there.
"Ummm, Sir....", I said... my voice wavering, "it doesn't look like I have it, Sir. All I have is my license, Sir." Then, realizing I just said 'Sir' three times in the last 3 seconds, I felt my face turn bright red. I handed over my license.
A voice crackled over the police radio and he went back to the SUV to talk back to his dispatcher, and to run my drivers license to see if I was a wanted felon anywhere. I watched as he got back in the SUV... he was in his mid 30's, athletic build, about 6 feet tall, short (buzz cut) brown hair and a brown moustache. He possessed the deepest brown eyes and he had that air of command and confidence that many members of law enforcement have.
He walked back to my car and returned my drivers license to me. "You're free to go Ma'am... I'm not gonna write you up... just watch your speed in conditions like this... ok?", he said with a little note of concern in his voice. "We had 3 inches of rain overnight and it looks like we're in for more".
I thanked him and started the car. I watched him go back to his police unit and that's when he must have seen what was happening on the hillside above. He quickly spun around and ran back to my car - grabbing my arm through the open window. I could barely hear him over the low roar coming from the 10 tons of dirt and debris that was sliding directly toward us. The wave of mud picked up his SUV and slammed it into my back bumper as he yanked me out of my car to the other side of the road.
We watched in disbelief as the officer's SUV and my car slid down the hill in a twisted tangle of metal and mud. We waited across the road until the mud stopped and then picked our way across the debris to the SUV. The vehicles were pushed off the road into a 6 foot deep drainage ditch, hopelessly half buried in mud on one side under some overgrown trees. The red and blue flashing lights on top of the officer's SUV made eerie shadows in the near darkness.
We had to crawl through the window of the SUV in order to get inside. It was no use starting the engine - even if it would start, there was no way that the SUV could have pulled itself free from all that mud. The antennas for the police radio and 'officer locator' systems were shot - so there was no way to call for help and no way for anyone to find us. So we sat inside and watched the sky get darker with fresh storm clouds ready to dump their reserves on us. When the polite idle chitchat ran its course, Officer Padilla offered his thermos to me.
"No thanks, I don't drink coffee", I told him, "Caffeine gives me the jitters".
He winked, "Who said this is coffee?"
I took the cup of hot liquid he was offering and in an instant I found the sweet flavor of Bailey's Irish Cream and warm coffee. It was hard to suppress my look of surprise... officers are not permitted to drink alcohol on duty. He looked at me, trying to assess my reaction... I smiled and said... "It's all right, I wont tell - if you wont".
Its amazing what a set of circumstances can do to people... here we were, a man and a woman, in a big SUV, feeling a little buzz from the Bailey's, no rescue in sight... no one even knew we were missing.
I don't remember who made the first move. I remember my skirt kept creeping higher and higher and the lacy top of my thigh-high stockings showed more and more. My silk blouse was ruined from the mud anyway, and when it ended up in a crumpled ball in the front seat, I wasn't phased. He was wearing his regular uniform, of course; and I was aching to tear it off him. We began to make out like teenagers, tentatively touching and caressing. His kiss was so tender but I could tell he was holding back. I got tired of the kiddy stuff and climbed into the back seat. I sat with my skirt hiked up around my waist and my legs spread, revealing my moist black thong undies.
It didn't take him long to get the hint and James was soon crawling into the back seat with me. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him over the seat. Several shirt buttons popped off and rolled on the floor. We kissed passionately now, as if this moment would be our last. He began to undo his uniform pants and I couldn't wait to see what was inside them waiting for me.He brought out his swollen cock and I knew I couldn't wait till it was exploding inside me. I pulled my thong panties off and laid back on the seat. He knelt between my legs and I felt the heat of his cock when he rubbed it against my clit. I tilted my hips up towards him.
"You want this, baby"?, he whispered.
"Yes", I answered.
And with that, he thrust his cock in me and began the slow and rhythmic pumping motion coming from a man with plenty of experience. I was incredibly wet for him, much more than I had ever been with anyone else. It wasn't long before we both reached that special 'zone' on the brink of orgasm. He increased the tempo now and instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist. He grabbed my hands and held them up above my head. My back arched and I tilted my hips higher. I knew he wanted to prolong our pleasure by holding back some; but when out eyes met , he lost control and his body shuddered as his orgasm exploded within me. I too reached my climax and it was the most powerful one I had had in a long time. We lay there, spent, wrapped in each other's arms. My head rested on his bare shoulder and my thigh rested up on his legs. We lightly caressed each other and were in that wonderful 'after sex' glow when we heard the sound of the helicopter come up the canyon and hover nearby. It was a scramble to find our clothes and get them back on in an orderly manner. I managed to get dressed fine, but I couldn't find my panties. James had put on a rain poncho to hide the fact that all the buttons from his uniform were torn off. He scrambled out the Suva's window and met the chopper pilot up on the road. Another police unit showed up a few minutes later and took us back to the station. I waited in the lounge until my cab came and he changed into a clean uniform and went back out on duty.
A few weeks passed until we met again. He pulled me over on the same stretch of road, but instead of handing me a speeding ticket - he handed me a long gold box. He was gone before I could say "Hello".
I opened the box and could not hold back my delight when inside I found a long stemmed pink rose and my freshly laundered black thong panties.