Fetish Cop-2

We walked towards the back of the car and sure enough one of the screws had come off and the plate was dangling by one screw.
I bent over to inspect it more closely… my legs parted… I stood straddle-legged… surely he had a full view of my ass and pussy… as I did I could feel the skirt raise up expose my nylon covered ass even more… and just then a slight breeze swept through the parking lot blowing my flimsy skirt completely up… my glistening, pantyhose ass now in full view.

He moved towards me and laughed as he did. Whoa there… we don’t want everyone to see that beautiful ass of yours, do we? With that he gently tugged my skirt back down and as he did he allowed his hand to travel down the outside of my right stocking clad thigh. His hand then moved towards my left inner thigh and he moved it slowly up towards my crotch… his fingers now were resting firmly on my pussy… he slowly moved them back and forth across my now slightly wet nylon-covered cunt. Then perhaps realizing that we were in public, he quickly jerked his hand back. That’s okay, I said, you didn’t have to stop. What’s your name by the way? Brad, he answered. What is yours? Aysia, I responded. That’s a lovely name. And I must say everything about you is lovely. Look Brad, why don’t you come by my place after work? Would you like that? I’d love to Aysia. Is there anything you’d like me to wear for you Brad? Just those very sexy pantyhose you have on Aysia. I’ll be wearing these then… just for you. Anything else Brad? No… just wear those pantyhose.