Fetish Cop-1

They never seem to make any off-color comments or even acknowledge that I am dressed the way I am. But I enjoy the stares of the other customers. Then it was off to the gas station. I started off by filling my tank. After that I got the squeegee and cleaned my windows making sure that I bent over the hood and the trunk with my legs spread as the skirt rode up my ass… giving any guy who around a generous glimpse of my ass and pussy through the sheer suntan nylon as I reached to clean my windows… I made sure that I stood tippy-toe atop my stiletto-heeled sandals to make my legs look extra sexy. Sometimes a guy will even come up and ask me if I need help. They always seem to have a hard time looking me in the eye. Once I thought a guy was going to start jerking off right there at the gas pump as he stared at me in one of my outfits!

After leaving the gas station I headed towards a small shopping center near my home. As I rounded the corner I noticed a motorcycle cop sitting on his motorcycle with his helmet off right near the intersection. He appeared to be watching traffic. I drove around the corner slowly and as I did I noticed that this cop had the looks of a surfer. He couldn’t have been more than 22 or 23. He was blond and looked like he was at least 6 feet tall and his muscled upper torso fit very nicely in his tapered white uniform shirt. His face and arms were beautifully tanned. His biceps were spectacular. He looked like a body builder. I was intrigued. Even though I dress very sexy… I rarely ever approach men. I don’t have to! I let them come to me. 
But I knew if I ever wanted to meet this guy I was going to have to make the first move. 
So I wheeled into the parking lot and headed straight for his bike. I pulled up slowly beside him and took off my sunglasses and smiled at him. I started off by asking where the library was. He got off his bike and approached me and as he did he leaned in the window.