CD Dalila Jones - The pros and cons to hitch-hiking

I said to myself, "Maybe I'll get lucky, maybe some hot guy with a hard cock and a thing for a gurl like me will come along…." The blood started pulsing into my big cock from the thought, lifting the front of my mini-skirt up, but the daydream was interrupted. First, by the sound of the distant thunder and then by the sound of the car approaching. Oh boy, here we go. I took a deep breath and got ready to hitch-hike.
When the car was close enough for me to see that it was a police cruiser, I whirled around and began walking. I don't know why I was so nervous, a cop should be able to help me out right? As silly as it looked, I tried to act like it was no big deal I was walking along the hi-way at dusk looking like a teenage prostitute. When the cruiser pulled up beside me I had no choice but to look. It was a young deputy riding shot-gun with an older but still attractive Sheriff behind the wheel. I quickly decided to speak first.
"Hi, could you give me a ride, I'm kinda stranded."
"Where you coming from?" The Sheriff asked with a look of bewilderment.
"Um, from, well…" I stammered. What was I going to say? That I came out here to suck this guys cock in some peace and quiet, but he came in his pants, threw me out of the car and abandoned me here. Not the type of thing you just want to blurt out to a couple of small town cops.

"Do you have any identification?" He barked.
As I fumbled in my purse, they both got out of the vehicle. I handed my I.D. to the younger one and I noticed he was studying me, not like a cop, but like a curious boy who just saw the cover of his first porno magazine at the local drugstore. There was a little hidden touch of his finger to mine as he took my I.D. He glanced quickly at it and then handed it to the Sheriff so he could eye me up and down some more.
"You want to run this Buck?" The young cop said to his superior.
"Might as well." The Sheriff climbed back into the cruiser and proceeded to check my criminal history.