A Day Driving in the Country

This suspicious movement is what prompted the officer to draw his gun, and order, "Put your hands out the window." I completely forgot about still wearing my high heels as I stepped out of the car.

I suddenly snapped back to the present as I saw him signal to the left and put his brake lights on. He turned down a gravel dirt road, after about a mile; he pulled over in front of a dead end drive that led into the woods. With a hand signal, he indicated me to drive my car into this path, and he followed in his car. I shut off my engine and just sat there totally dejected as he walked up to my car.

"Ok sonny, if that's really what you are," he grinned, "Out of the car."

I slowly got out, I didn't even bother putting my sweat pants on, or taking my 5 inch heels off. I stood there leaning against my car, with my hands folded in front of me, trying to hide my balls hanging out the bottom of my cut-offs. I must have been quite the site. Because my baggy t-shirt was unbuttoned, one side was hanging down, exposing my shoulder; giving me an even more feminine look. If that was possible, considering I was standing in 5 inch red pumps, sexy girly legs, and a hot bubble bum poking out of my cut-offs.

"You created quite a lot of talk on the CB radio gorgeous," he said with a grin. "Had the truckers all excited, they didn't know what to make of you. You had them driving with one hand on their radio, and the other hand on their cock, makes for a dangerous situation."

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean any harm." I spoke, for the first time. "Am I going to be arrested?"

"Well let's see, could have caused a huge wreck on the highway, and indecent exposure. I would say you're going to jail. You should make the regulars in the jail happy, give them something to do." He jeered "You'll be passed around like a deck of cards."

"Please don't, I'm not gay, I just like dressing up," I pleaded, as I began to cry.