My mind was still dizzy from everything that had happened in the last 24 hours as Mel and I sat silently and held hands while I drove toward her house. I was still trying to figure out how I was going to explain to Ken that I now had a bald pussy. Also, I hoped he didn’t ask where my red nightie was that he so meanly sneaked into my travel bag. Losing that thing to grabby hands, one of which I was holding now, was a memory I would always hold. I realized that the lingerie might be more easily explained than my hairless love box. I could tell him I just forgot to repack it—or gave it to Melanie.
While I was deep in my thoughts I heard Mel say, “AH-OH!”
I looked in the rearview mirror and saw flashing red and blue lights! I exclaimed, “Damn it, I know I wasn’t speeding!” I blinkered and pulled to the side of the road near a vacant lot and stopped the car. I reached between my legs to get my purse and briefly thought about the fact that I didn’t have any panties or bra on.
I rolled the window down as the tall officer approached my driver side. He got to the window and peered in at the two of us as I repeated what I had just said to Mel, “Certainly I wasn’t speeding, officer. Do I have a tail light out or something?”
He bent forward and I saw the square jaw and steely grey eyes of a handsome policeman that you could imagine was hired by a movie director as he appeared to be a cop right out of Central Casting. He had to be at least 6' 5".
“Not speeding, ma’am. Littering.”
I said, “What? Is this some sort of scam?” Mel poked me and whispered, “I threw your blouse out the window back there. Sorry.”
He held my ruined and cum stained blouse up ceremoniously in his finger and thumb like he didn’t want to touch it. “Care to explain this? And why you thought it was fine to make our community’s roadways look like we live in a third world country?”
He shone his flashlight into the car, stopping briefly at my chest and then over to Melanie’s. I almost broke out in a cold sweat hoping that my nipples didn’t show through the sweatshirt. I dared not look down, though.
“Oh, officer. I’m sorry. We had to put oil in the car since I have a leak and… Well, can’t you forgive me this once? It’s not like I do this all the time. It was just an old rag I had in the trunk and…”
“Well, actually it appears you might just do this all the time," he interrupted. “When I called in to say I was going to pull you over for this infraction another officer several miles back saw a car that met the description of this vehicle toss something out. He was going to pull you over but instead, he thought what was tossed out looked a little odd. He investigated the site of the infraction and retrieved a bra… A rather tattered one with the straps broken.”
Unable to keep her voice down, Mel murmured, “Oh, no!”
“I’ll be right back. I need to get my ticket book. Turn off the ignition, ma’am.”
I wiped the sweat off my forehead and realized we both were breathing hard and wondering how I was going to get away with this without Ken finding out. Then I saw the police car pull out from behind us. Was he going to just leave? Was he just trying to scare us? He must have realized that he had bigger fish to fry than harass us for littering.
But he pulled around us slowly and then pulled the car in front of mine and cut off the flashing lights and started to walk back towards us but on the passenger side this time.
“Christ, is he blocking my way? Does he really think I’m stupid enough to make a run for it? From a ticket for littering!”
Mel slowly turned her head toward me and said, “No, stupid. He’s making sure whatever happens next isn’t caught on his dashboard camera.”
He approached Melanie’s side of the car. He was holding a small opaque bottle, like a pill bottle only taller. He unscrewed the top without saying anything and reached inside my car with a cotton swab and rubbed it over the inside of the passenger windshield.
“So I suppose you must have gotten some of that oil spilled on the inside of your car and all over your floorboard, too.” He opened the door and bent down toward the pool of Danny’s cum that was there.
“Excuse me, ma’am.” He lightly pulled Mel’s right leg to the side as his flashlight got a good look at the pearly white cum spot on the floor. He then pointed it between Melanie’s legs. “You look too pretty to be a cross-dresser or trannie.”
Mel sternly said, “I beg your pardon?”
“Oh, come on! We all know this isn’t oil. What kind of a fool do you take me for? It’s just that I thought I’d see a bigger package between your legs through those slacks. You sure got quite a reservoir built up to cause this much ‘oil’. I guess you two hadn’t ‘gotten it on’ yet.” He giggled as he took a swab sample from the floor and deposited it in his (I guess) evidence bottle.
Mel was shaking her head, furious at the accusation. “There’s no ‘package’ in here, you asshole!”
I whispered, “Mel! Don’t piss him off! We’ll end up in jail!”
“Well nobody’s going to call me a guy! I want an apology, officer. Tell me I’m a trannie after you see this!” With that, she leaned back in the seat and raised her ass and unzipped and pulled down her slacks!! Her white panties were still a little wet from her earlier adventure in the back seat and they clung to her pussy so that a definite camel toe was visible as I said, “Oh my god! What are you doing?”
His flashlight shown on her bare thighs and she proudly opened her legs for him to get a better view. There was a frozen silence for what seemed like an eternity.
He smirked. “I don’t suppose that bra they found back there was yours, by chance, ‘young lady’.” The last two words were said very sarcastically.
“Oh, so you want further proof, is that it?” Mel yanked her top up over her tits, her ample chest encased in her white lace bra. When it seemed like that was going to be enough to convince him, he leaned in for a closer look and the light went back to her panties. "Mmm, I don't know. The evidence on this window looks pretty convincing that you..."
Without letting him finish Mel raised up and yanked down her panties. I can attest from personal experience that there's no penis between those lovely legs!
His flashlight danced from one of her hooters to the other and after settling on her pussy he smiled and shook his head. “Damn, I guess my investigative skills need a little more work.” He straightened up as he shut the passenger door and pulled out his ticket book.