Peter watched Emma walk away, mesmerized by her beauty. Emma got into the towing truck a couple of minutes later, and they drove in the direction of Emily’s car.
Peter started driving towards his destination, not paying attention to the CB radio where other trackers were warning about a bear trap ahead.
Peter was replaying the experience they just had together in his mind, visualizing Emma’s big blue eyes looking into his eyes, her pretty oval face with her tiny baby nose and soft, luscious lips, her silky hair that smells otherworldly, her long, well-defined neck, her soft, gentle shoulders.
Peter then remembered the warmth of her body, the smell of her skin, her taste, her sultry but still innocent voice, her giggles, her faking angry then laughing, and playing with him.
Suddenly, Peter felt a pain in his heart, which grew as the miles between him and Emma grew. “I think I am in love,” Peter thought.
Just at that moment, Peter saw a highway patrol with flashing lights behind him. He realized his speedometer was showing 90 miles per hour. “Shit! Shit! Shit! Fucking bear!” he said and pulled over, with the cop still on his tail.
Emma was in the towing truck, getting close to Emily’s car. Towing truck driver asked Emma, “You stayed in that semi for half an hour. Is everything OK?”, “Yeah, I am fine,” replied Emma, with a smile.
“Yeah?” the driver grinned, “was it good?” as he was rubbing his cock. “What was good?” Emma asked. “The whole rest area heard you. The truck driver seemed to forget his CB mic locked in the on position, broadcasting you.” replied the towing truck driver with a meaningful smirk.
Emma was embarrassed, “don’t tell anyone,” she said. “Well, since he gave you a free ride, and you paid him back, can I get you free towing, and you pay me back too?” grinned the towing driver.
In the meantime, a female cop got out of the patrol car, put on her sunglasses, and slowly walked towards Peter, who was in the truck, waiting for her, with his windows rolled down.
“Is everything OK, officer?” Peter asked.
“Logbook, please!” the cop demanded and paused with a mischievous smile. “Where is that buzzing sound coming?”.
Peter had an adrenaline rush and embarrassment. The buttplug was still in him, it was on, and he didn’t turn it off. “I don’t know. I will check later,” Peter replied, trying to avoid getting caught.
The female cop pulled her gun and pointed at Peter, “Now I’m going to have to search and frisk you! Get out of your vehicle, turn around and put your hands up against the truck, and spread your legs!”
“OK, officer,” Peter said. As he slowly got out of his truck, he noticed a handheld CB radio in the cop’s belt.
— to be continued