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Dear Reader, A repost of a little romance for your enjoyment. Thanks to
Gail and Rex for editing and assistance. E.Z.
SPEED
Susy admired herself in the full-length mirror. She turned on the balls
of her feet and gazed over her shoulder. The crooked little smile and the
twinkle in her big brown eyes showed she liked what she saw.
Her brown hair lay soft on her shoulders. Her were unencumbered
by a bra. The sleeveless, white blouse fit tight around her rib cage,
lifting and displaying those orbs. The two top buttons were open to "let
her breathe," as she liked to say.
The skirt came to mid thigh. It fit like a glove, displaying
shapely legs in sheer stockings. She wore flats; heels made it hard to
drive. With a self-satisfied smile, she grabbed her purse and trotted out
the door, ready and eager for her adventure.
In the garage, she twisted the key in the ignition. The mighty 350 inch
V-8 of her Camaro sprang to life. Letting the engine warm, she hummed as
she snugged leather driving gloves over her fingers. She slipped on
Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses before lowering the top of the convertible. The
sun was low in the sky, about two hours before dark. The day was still
bright. There was plenty of time.
Her right hand dropped to the gearshift and eased the Camaro into
reverse. With a flip of her hair, she looked back as she backed into the
street. She loved the feel of the car under her. Its vibrations made her
tingle when she revved the mighty engine and the straight pipes sounded
their thunder. She loved to control this mighty beast, making it jump or
turn, shudder or stop, with a turn of her wrist or thrust of her foot.
In the street, she shifted to first. At the corner, she turned onto a
major street. She smiled when the driving by the other way slowed to
gawk at her. With ease and competence, she worked her way through town.
She was at a light when two high school in an Ford pickup pulled
up beside her.
"Hey, hot stuff! Where ya' goin'?" one of the teenagers hollered at
her. He leaned out the window, leering at her. Susy gunned the Camaro and
challenged them with her look. She laughed as the truck screeched away
when the light changed. She turned right and headed for the city limits.
She knew exactly where she was going.
There was a road leading out of town. After the last stoplight, the
road was straight as an arrow for a long stretch. There were no homes or
businesses out there, just a Shell station on the corner with a convenience
store next to it.
It was The Strip. On Saturday nights, The Strip was the place to be if
you were a teenager. The were all there: flexing their mechanical
muscles; puffing their internal combustion egos. The came, too.
They wanted the thrills. They wanted to be where the were. They came
and watched and giggled, and necked if they wanted.
Except Susy. Susy went to race. She did it all herself: the overhaul,
the preparation, the driving.
"Why, I don't know how I beat you tonight, Caleb," she would say when it
was over, her smile sweet and innocent. She said it every Saturday night
to the Calebs and the Juniors and the others. On the rare occasion when she
missed a gear or the rod wasn't right, she was gracious in defeat.
Externally. Internally, she boiled and vowed to beat them next time.
"Susy honey," her would say when she arrived home covered in
sweat and grease. "I wish your were alive. You're growing up more
boy than girl."
"Oh, Daddy, look at me. I'm all girl. I'll find the I want
someday. Right now, I'm taking their pocket money on The Strip. Anyway,
Daddy, I love the speed. It's in my blood."
"It's the speed I worry about, honey," her had said, his voice
full of concern.
After The Strip, the road curved to the west. It was a fun curve when
you drove it like Susy. You came over the hill by the Anderson place. Now
- opposite the water tower - hit the brakes hard - downshift into fourth -
then third. The engine screamed when the clutch popped. Accelerate through
the curve. Up shift. Let it fly! After several more curves, the road
straightened again before the sweeping curve where it crossed the county
line. Susy loved to drive that road.
Susy stopped at the last light. Her eyes scanned the corner. The
cruiser was at the convenience store. She gunned the engine. It shook
like a stallion panting for the mares. She squirmed in her seat, making
the skirt ride up her legs. Cars from the other direction slowed, telling
her the light was ready to change. She took a deep breath. Her eyes
gleamed in anticipation.
Green! Her shapely right foot jammed the Camaro accelerator to the
floor. Tires screeched, digging into the asphalt. Shift into second. She
was gone.
Deputy Sheriff David Leonard was in his Crown Vic police cruiser in the
parking lot of the convenience store. He saw the woman in the convertible.
She made his heart skip a beat. Then, he heard the roar of an engine and
saw a flash of go by. He shifted into gear and hit the siren. The
Camaro had two hundred yards on him and was pulling away when the Crown Vic
spun onto the road in pursuit. He shoved the accelerator to the floor and
yanked the seat belt tight over his lap.
Susy glanced in the rear view mirror. She saw the swirling and blue
lights atop the patrol car behind her. With a laugh and a toss of her long
hair, she dropped the Camaro into fifth, and, jammed her foot to the floor.
The V-8 screamed as the fence posts flashed by.
"Deputy Leonard, report," came the routine call over the police radio.
"In pursuit of a Camaro convertible westbound on county road one one
six, Mabel," the deputy replied.
"Do you need backup?" asked Mabel, the dispatcher.
"Negative, dispatch," Deputy Leonard replied as he felt a blush cross
his face.
Sheriff Merriweather scowled as he stood by Mabel's desk listening to
her conversation with his deputy. His brooding black eyes were angry as he
strode to his office for his hat. He saw Mabel and her assistant watching
him out of the corners of their eyes as he headed for the exit.
"Should I tell the deputy you're going to join them?" Mabel asked.
The sheriff spun his bulk on the toe of his boot. He glowered at Mabel,
giving her his dirtiest look. Mabel tried not to smile.
"Negative, Mabel," he snapped before he charged out to the parking lot.
"Damn! That woman can drive," Deputy Leonard thought appreciatively as
the Camaro slowed for the curve by the Anderson place.
The Crown Vic seemed to be gaining, but it was an illusion. The Camaro
blew through the curve; it'd gained fifty yards. Next curve coming up.
The deputy watched as the Camaro slipped perfectly through the curve and
pulled away again.
"Where's she going?" the deputy wondered as he remained in hot pursuit.
He saw the Camaro slow and almost caught it before it turned up the
gravel road toward the abandoned Williams' house. The Camaro bumped ahead
of him until it pulled into a small clearing under some oak trees.
The deputy turned off the siren and parked his cruiser to block the
convertible. When he exited the car, he adjusted his trousers to ease the
pressure on his erection. As he strode to the Camaro, the woman sat
quietly with both hands on the steering wheel.
She turned in the seat, her left leg up under her. Her left arm
rested on the door. The skirt was to her thigh tops. He gasped as his
eyes tried to simultaneously take in her and the white panties. He
stifled a groan.
"Is something wrong, deputy?" she purred.
She batted her eyes at him shamelessly. She let them wander over his
chest, past the narrow waist to his crotch. Openly, she stared at his
erection. What a hunk, she thought.
"What the hell are you doing?" Deputy Leonard asked in exasperation.
"Aren't you going to ask for my license and registration?" Susy asked
innocently.
"Well, yeah. License and registration, please," the Deputy said with a
grin. The light was dawning on him.
"Deputy, I don't have a license," Susy replied in a shy, sexy voice.
"Out of the car, miss."
Susy opened the door. Leisurely, seductively, she swung her legs out.
One shapely leg extended, her ankle sliding down his calf. Her eyes never
left his face. His eyes never left her legs. She stood and wiggled,
pulling the tight skirt down again. Head down, she turned her big, brown,
eyes upward submissively.
"Am I going to be arrested?" she whispered.
Deputy Leonard licked his parched lips.
"Well, evading the police is an arresting offense. Maybe we can work
something out," he said, his voice tight with desire.
"Oh, could we? I'd be grateful. Really."
"How grateful?" the deputy asked. He was pleased his tone was a
neutral, commanding, police voice again.
"Very grateful - as long as my husband doesn't find out," she said so
softly.
"Oh? Are you one of those women who screw around?"
"No, but I find you so sexy," she whispered as she leaned into him,
letting her crush against his chest. She raised her head and
nibbled on his neck.
"You're a hot little number, aren't you?" he replied as his hands
dropped to squeeze her ass. He was rough with her, digging his fingers in,
feeling the firm muscle twitch under his hands. She pushed her crotch
against him.
"For a big, strong, cop like you, I'm burning up," she moaned, as she
drove her tongue into his mouth, both hands holding his head against hers.
Deputy Leonard held her hard against him, feeling her heat, feeling her
squirm. She moved away, her hands on his belt. Her eyes burned as she
stared at him. He yanked the blouse back over her shoulders, pinning her
arms, freeing her breasts. He tweaked her nipples.
She sobbed; her eyelids fluttered. He pulled her rich, brown hair back,
arching her over the Camaro's bright hood. He hesitated, looking at
her there: her bared for him, her hair wild around her. But it was
her face that drove him insane. He saw her desire, her need. She
whimpered. Greedily, he lowered his head to her breast. Hungrily, he
sucked a nipple into his mouth.
With his free hand, he found the button at the waist of the skirt.
Next, the zipper. Susy moaned again and wiggled as Deputy Leonard yanked
the skirt down her legs. He grabbed the and jerked. Jerked again.
The shredded. He tossed them away.
The deputy jammed a long, strong, finger hard up between her legs and
his thumb found her clit.
"Ahhhh, ahh. Yes," Susy moaned as her back arched. Her thighs clamped
around his hand, trapping him there, his finger buried in her. He could
feel her muscles spasming on his hand. He watched her bliss.
He waited as she floated down again, holding her protectively against
him. He felt her shiver, then tense in the instant before she shoved him
away. Slack jawed, he stared. Hands on hips, eyes flashing, she was a
nymph, naked but for her and shoes.
"I don't want to have sex with you. I've changed my mind," Susy said
regally.
"Like hell you have!" the deputy snapped.
He charged. She ran, ran over the rise, down the glen toward a single,
old, oak tree majestically standing amid a patch of clover. He caught her
there, grabbing the brown mane flowing behind her. They fell in the
lushness, his body trapping hers. Roughly, he shoved her on her back in
the rich clover. She looked over her shoulder to the tree. The deputy's
gaze followed hers.
A hook had been screwed into the base of the oak. It was not at ground
level now, but about twenty inches up the bark of the giant tree. Strong
hard hands locked the handcuffs over her wrists. He slipped the cuff chain
over the hook, pinning her arms, and pulled her toward him, away from the
tree.
Naked, cuffed, stretched out, Susy felt the clover soft under her and
the breeze cool on her rigid nipples. She watched the deputy as he towered
over her. She tingled as he set aside his belt and gear, quivered as his
massive chest came into sight. Her heart raced as he lowered his uniform
trousers.
The deputy watched her face as he yanked down his jockeys. He saw her
eyes dilate, saw her tongue flick across her lips, as she stared at his
hard cock. As he dropped to his knees, she locked her legs together,
ankles crossed.
"Open your legs so I can fuck you," the deputy growled.
"No," she replied haughtily.
Deputy Leonard grabbed a trim ankle in each of his powerful hands. Her
face contorted as she struggled to keep her legs tight. She squirmed and
twisted, but the deputy was too strong. His muscles corded as he slowly
pulled Susy's legs apart. Her skin was slick with sweat when he fell
between her legs.
"I'm unprotected," she whispered, her big brown eyes searching his face.
The deputy froze for an instant, until a wicked, masculine, smile crept
over his face.
"Good. I'll get you pregnant," he said.
"Are you sure?" Susy replied as her eyes filled with tears.
"Yes. I'm sure," he replied softly.
Susy laughed as she thrust her pelvis toward him.
"What'll my husband say?" she giggled naughtily.
"He'll love to see your belly swollen with child," the deputy replied.
Deputy Leonard lodged the tip of his cock in her tight, wet entrance.
Slowly, he pushed, feeling the walls of her spasm around him. God,
her is so hot, he thought as he slowly pulled back again.
"Quit teasing me!" Susy moaned in his ear. "Fuck me hard, you big
cocked stud! Make me pregnant!"
Satiated but reinvigorated, Deputy Leonard gazed at the beauty of the
naked woman who lay at his feet. As he dressed, she recovered from the
pleasure they'd shared. The cuffs still dangled from one of her wrists as
she walked naked ahead of him. He could see her thighs shiny with his
juices, see her ass sway provocatively in front of him.
She found her skirt. Straight legged, she bent from the waist to
retrieve it. His cock hardened again at the sight of her still bloated
pussy. His need grew as she wiggled back into the skirt. Again she
teased him as she recovered her blouse. Watching him watch her, she
fastened the buttons.
He grabbed her and kissed her hard and deep. She squirmed against him
as he held her neck in one giant paw while the other crushed her to him.
Deputy Leonard heard Sheriff Merriweather's cruiser turn into the road
to the William's place. Quickly, he pushed Susy away from him and
straightened his uniform.
Before the sheriff's cruiser came to a stop, he saw the two of them.
Susy was rubbing her wrist. The sheriff knew exactly what had happened.
It wasn't the first time a deputy had caught a woman speeding on this
road. He opened the door, scowling at them as he put on his hat. He
strode toward them, straightening his belt and gun.
Susy shifted from foot to foot. Deputy Leonard tried to the
collar of his suddenly too tight shirt.
"David," the sheriff said stiffly.
"Sheriff," Deputy Leonard replied nervously.
"How's your patrol going? Any problems to report?"
"Uh, fine, sir," the deputy replied, trying to look the sheriff in the
eye. "No problems, sir."
"No crime out here, huh?"
"No, sir." The deputy desperately wished he were somewhere else.
"And you, lady," the sheriff continued, "shouldn't you be home
fixing dinner for your husband rather than tearing up the county roads?"
Susy didn't reply, but glanced up at Deputy Leonard as she slipped her
hand in his. The sheriff shook his head.
"I thought when you two got this monkey business would stop,"
the sheriff said wearily.
Susy took a tentative step toward the sheriff. Her eyes were wild was
mischief as a wicked grin grew on her face.
"I had a long talk with Mabel yesterday," Susy said. "She told me about
this place, about the oak in the clover. She told me a lot of things you
never told me."
The sheriff blanched. Susy smiled and took another step toward him.
"Mabel said if Momma hadn't owned a hemi-head Dodge, I might never've
been born. Well, Daddy? Was Mabel right? Was I really conceived under
that oak tree?"
The sheriff's color almost matched the Camaro's bright red. He cleared
his throat several times.
"Mabel talks too damn much," he mumbled.
Susy grinned from ear to ear as she seized the advantage.
"If you want a grandbaby, you'll have to tolerate my Camaro and me a
little while longer, Daddy."
"Well, as long as the monkey business has a good purpose," the sheriff
blustered, easing his way back toward his cruiser.
Deputy Leonard put his arm around his as the sheriff opened the
door of his car.
"Oh, Daddy," Susy called gaily. The sheriff turned to look at her.
"Thanks for the hook. It sure comes in handy," she said with a giggle.
Again with embarrassment, Sheriff Merriweather bumped the cruiser
back toward the blacktop. In his rear view mirror, Deputy Leonard and Susy
were locked in an embrace.
A vision filled his mind. A vision of a majestic oak tree. Of a naked
young woman lying cuffed in the rich clover. Of a deputy between her legs
as she screamed her joy.
Tears filled his eyes.
The End
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