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First, she took an extensive bath, during which she enjoyed another glass of champagne, cared for her erotic body as intensively as she had never done before, she briefly pondered why that was, it did her extraordinary good in any case. She painted her fingernails and toenails, put on makeup, fixed her hairstyle a little bolder than usual.
Now she knew what she would do, she would get some champagne. Even though it was Sunday, there was a well-stocked drinks market in the neighboring town that was also open for a time on Sundays. And it would be the perfect opportunity to take her new boots out for the first time.
A little less than an hour later she was sitting in the car, to the boots she had opted for hold-up stockings, the short miniskirt she had trouble pulling it up to the edge of the stockings, soon she gave up, let it slide up as it wanted. Deep in her closet she found a black belly top that she had worn to a few university parties earlier, unfortunately the pink bra didn't match the rest in color, but black she also felt was a fitting color and especially, with the new black leather boots. As she slipped the top on, she was annoyed that she had probably washed this part too hot at some point, or maybe her mother had, she just got it pulled over her tits and so it was even more belly-baring than before. In the mirror, however, she noticed that she liked this look exceptionally well. Under the top you could see the base of the breast, somehow, she found that sexy and fitting for the champagne day.
Sarah roared through the warm summer Sunday, on the country road between the two towns she was startled when she saw a policeman's trowel from a distance, ordering her to stop. Crap, I've had way too much to drink and I haven't even eaten anything, how can I still get away from here? No way, I have to get through this somehow. She quickly put the papers in the glove compartment.
"Good afternoon, lady, general traffic control, please show me your driver's license and vehicle registration."
"Yeah, just a minute." Sarah undid the seat belt, bent over to the passenger seat to open the glove compartment, pulling her left leg up so that the policeman could see the bare skin between her stocking and skirt and also the base of her tight ass. She awkwardly rummaged the papers out of the compartment, straightened up again, handed the documents to the policeman.
"Have they had anything to drink?"
Sarah shook her head, just don't have to blow, then she had to giggle, blowing would be something else.
The policeman noticed her silly and inappropriate giggling, he repeated his question.
"No, I didn't drink anything."
"Do they agree to a breathalyzer test?"
What should Sarah say to that? If she refused, it would be the ultimate self-accusation.
"Of course."
Sarah opened the door, deliberately got out of the car so that the policeman had a clear view of her cleft, straightened up, turned to the car, put her hands on the roof, stuck out her horny ass, spread her legs.
"What are you doing?"
"Aren't you going to search me?"
"I don't see why that would be necessary." The policeman was already looking around to see if anyone was around.
"If they search me, I'm going to blow, too."
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