My name is Jacob, and although I work in downtown Tampa, Florida, I live in a suburban area just about eight miles outside the city. I’m in my early thirties with a beautiful wife and two kids in elementary school. I like to think of myself as being an honest, law abiding citizen, and my only scrapes with the law have been due to traffic violations.
I drive through a rural area with little-used backroads to get to my neighborhood, and I am a chronic speeder, as well as having other moving violations. At the time of this story, I already had twenty-one points on my driver’s license within thirty-four months, and any further tickets in the next two months would result in my license being suspended for one year. That would make getting to work very difficult for me and my family.
The fateful incident that gave rise to this story happened one evening when I had worked late in the office. Being very tired, I let my mind wander and irresponsibly failed to monitor my speed in the rural area. My heart almost stopped when I heard the siren and saw the flashing lights behind me. I looked down at the speedometer and saw that I was going twenty miles per hour over the speed limit.
I was worried when I pulled over, and the officer appeared to be checking me out on their computer before approaching my window. I had little hope of avoiding a ticket as the officer said, “What’s the big hurry mister, don’t you realize that you were going dangerously over the speed limit?”
The officer appeared to be a late-thirties Latina, probably Puerto Rican, since there is a large population of Ricans in the Tampa area. She is pretty, with strong, almost masculine, facial features, looking a lot like the actress, Penelope Cruz, except with a darker, medium-olive complexion, and with a deeper voice than I would have expected.
My only hope was to plead for mercy, and I said, “Sorry officer; I worked late and was lost in my thoughts. I know that I was speeding, and I would really appreciate a warning. You probably saw that I already have twenty-one points on my license, and another ticket for speeding would be devastating for me. Is there any way I can avoid a ticket? I’ll do anything.”
She smiled and said, “You gringos are all the same. You talk a big game, but when it comes time to perform you back out. But if you’re serious, and don’t mind sucking on my big, juicy clit, then maybe I can give you a break. Follow me to the next turnoff into the woods.”
I could hardly my luck at being able to avoid a ticket and get to suck the pussy and clit of such a hot Latina. I followed her down a dirt road into the dense woods, and she directed me to sit on the edge of the back seat of her cruiser, as she stood in front of me in the open door.