Fetish Cop-1

I had pulled my ballet skirt as high as it would go and my legs were spread. My right leg was off the gas and perched it atop the little hump where the floor shift was. 

My moist pussy was completely exposed… covered only by sheer nylon. He started giving me directions as he occasionally glimpsed at my crotch, looking as though he sees something like me everyday of the week. I looked straight into his blue eyes. He was even more gorgeous up close. He gave me directions to the library but I wasn’t even listening. Then he finished. And then he said: That is a cute outfit you have on. How come I have never seen you around here before? I don’t know, I replied, I am at this shopping center at least twice a week. Then he said: I noticed that when you turned the corner that your license plate was missing a screw. You mean I have a screw loose, I said jokingly. No really… come see for yourself, as he backed away from the door. I swung the door open and as I did I put my left leg on the pavement making sure that I took my time before I swung my right leg out… giving him plenty of time to catch a glimpse of my silky smooth legs and pussy.