Improper Dress

by Diane

 

In almost the time it would take to apply a fresh coat of lipstick, Diane deduced that the flashing lights in the rear view mirror was indeed a police car. And that the cop was pulling her over for some strange reason.

Strange things happen to Diane at the least convenient times. Here she was, dressed in a short mini skirt which barely covered her thighs enough to hide the gusset of her panties. The almost transparent blouse she had on was too tight as well. The officer would think she was out "fishing" for a date when the truth was simpler than that-she was going to a convenience store to get a new pack of smokes.

What possible reason were the red and blue lights being behind her rental car? Before turning left from the intersection, the left turn signal was engaged, and the car had been fully stopped at the intersection. Surely there was no sensible purpose in the traffic stop!

However, seeing a closed station ahead, Diane turned into the parking area and stopped. The police car pulled into a position immediately behind and stopped. After a brief time, the officer carefully approached. Placing both hands high on the sreering wheel, Diane suddenly was brightly illuminated in the officer's flashlight. When he tapped on the window indicating it should be lowered, Diane moved her left hand and rolled the window down.

"Do you realize you turned left into a one way street?" asked the officer. "No" I answered truthfully. "I saw the lights of the convenience store and turned to go to it."

He asked for my driver's license. As he read the name on the license, he commented, "This highway is divided by an esplanade. Good thing there's no traffic coming this way or you would have been driving into oncoming cars."

Rhetorically, I answered, "If there had been cars coming this way when I stopped before turning, I would have seen the lights and been able to see the problem, Officer."

"What brings you to Robstown at this time of night, Miss? Or should I say Mister?"

" I came from the La Quinta to look for a convenience store so I could buy some cigarettes."

"Seems to me you came the back way. Why didn't you go to the store across the way from the La Quinta?"

"It had a male clerk working. Dressed as I am, it seemed too close to the motel for comfort. So I went to the next intersection and turned to Robstown to see if there were stores with a woman working. Females don't seem to mind when I show up wearing feminine things."

"Okay, step out of the car slowly and come to the rear of the car. I'll call the Lieutenant to see how to handle this."

I opened the door and turned, placing my feet encased in 4 inch heels on the pavement and rose, pullling the short skirt down as I did so, finding that I was a full foot or so taller than he. The officer walked behind me to the location behind the car where he could see me in the bright headlights of his vehicle. "Put your hands on the trunk of your car and stand still," he said.

I complied and he went to his car and used the radio to call in. After a brief conversation, he returned to a pint behind me. "I gotta pat you down for weapons. Spread your feet and keep your hands on your car while I do it."

"This is a joke," I thought. "He can see everything about me. Probably the panties were showing in the headlights for the world to see. Where would a weapon be hidden?"

So here I stood, bent forward toward the car, my hands ont the surface of the trunk, in plain sight. Even bent as I was I was still taller than he stood. "Procedure," he explained. "The Lieut said to ask if you've been drinking. Have you?" he asked as his hands stroked downward and around the bottom of the skirt.

"I had a drink during Happy Hour, but that was about two and a half or three hours ago. Only one drik though."

Another vehicle pulled into the lot and stopped with another set of headlights on my posterior. I shuddered, thinking that this new car probably had the baddest and biggest redneck bigot in the whole town. How would he act toward a crossdressed male in a too short skirt and a see through blouse which would display the large breast forms inside a see through lace bra? Going to jail dressed as I was really seemed like the next step.

The car door opened, then shut. I didn't dare move a muscle. Hearing the officer that had stopped me explain the circumstances and that I had been frisked already, I waited on my worst nightmare to happen, but it would be happening for real.

Steps came up to where I was. Then I heard the Lieutenant's voice say, "Nice panties, Sugar. Are you out cruising for dates or what?" In total surprise in response to the female voice I had heard, I repeated my bit about going to get smokes.

"You were going for cigs dressed like a lady of the night? Unusual for this neighborhood. Would you stand up and face me, please?"

I did so, feeling a measure of relief that the Lieutenant was a female. Her flashlight was directly shining in my face as she checked the license the officer had handed her. " Miss Peterson, what do you call yorself when you get dressed as a woman?"

I gave her my feminine name that I have used for years. "Okay then Miss Diane, I want you to walk for me in a straight line. Use the stripe as a guide." She said as the flashlight was pointed down at a yellow marked line. In a tentative manner, I started along the line, carefully placing one foot straight on the line and then the other. When I had reached the curb, she instructed me to turn and come back to where she was standing.

"God, I'm a woman that wears heels half that height and I can't walk a straight line in them. You probably have practiced walking in heels a lot, yes?"

"I've been dressing up for years. High heels are my choice in footwear. I started wearing my sister's heels when I was just a boy."

Turning to the officer, the Lieutenant told him to go back to patrol. She said, "Miss Diane will go straight back to her room. I'll make sure she gets there myself."

The officer chuckled as he entered his patrol vehicle and left. The woman looked at me again, remarking that my makeup was flawless. "But that's not really the proper clothes to wear out to get smokes. When I pulled up I could see up to your navel. Made me want to pat you down myself. Do you mind?"

Setting her light back in her belt loop, she stepped toward me and put her hands on my boobs. "Damn, that is a realistic pair of breasts." Her hands squeezed and kneaded the forms. "Turn away from me, Sweety. I should frisk you all over again."

Somewhat surprised at her request, I did turn. Her hands again grasped my false breasts, the one hand moved down to the hem of my mini. "Lets see if you have something hidden here." she whispered as her hand slid up and fondled my hardning member. "Yep, a concealed weapon, just as I thought. Can't have that."

Her hand pushed the waist of my panties down, allowing my now fully erect penis to escape. "You don't mind if I make sure it isn't loaded, do you?" And her hand grasped my penis and started stroking it in time with her hips bumping against my rear. I gasped out "No!" to her question. Here I was, standing there in front of her car, its lights still illuminating us as she continued stroking right there in public view if there had been cars coming.. My reaction to an increasingly intense sensation in my loins almost made my knees buckle.

"It's a pity I don't have a big dick like yours, darling. I'd screw your ass in a heartbeat." Her remark sent me over the edge and come burst out in spurts as she rapidly stroked faster. After what seemed like I had squirted for minutes onto the pavement, she summarily dropped her hands and pulled my panties down. "I'll keep these as a souvenir. Raise your feet for me."

As I lifted my feet in turn, she scooped up the panties. As she stood up, her hands made me turn to face her again. Her arms encircled my waist and she tiptoed . "Bend down a little and give me a kiss."

Sensing that she indeed would not be taking me to jail, I put my arms around her and lifted her off the ground so my lips could reach hers. Kiss her I did, even sticking my tongue into her mouth. Whether she expected it or not, I kissed her like there was to be no tomorrow.

I finally set her down and asked, "What now?"

"How long will you be staying here with us?" she asked.

"I'll finish up tomorrow and head home. Got a 2:30 flight out."

"Damn, just my luck. If you were staying over, thought I might get to nail your ass with my strap on prick. Still want those smokes?"

"Uh-h, yeh." I said.

We left the parking lot, turned and went to the proper lane and went to the convenience store. Following me in, she waited as the female clerk sold me smokes, then escorted me back to the motel. At the motel, she told me "You should be wearing panties under that mini skirt. Without them, you are improperly dressed. Have a good night."

And with that, she left, ending my Corpus adventure in TG.

  

  

  

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