He just watched as she stood behind me, her soft hands, gracefully sliding down my back. Slightly raising my arms, she moved her hands to my breasts. I licked my lips as he watched. Down they went, over my tummy, then my thighs to the bottom of my skirt. Putting one soft, warm, hand under my skirt, tracing upward. Over my stocking top to my knickers. I let out a moan, “Don’t stop.” I begged. He shook his head, smiled and walked off. It was only a traffic stop. No idea why she frisked me. Perhaps she fancied me.