I was a closet queen who never ventured out into public. Last weekend, summoning up all my courage, I decided to go for a drive dressed to the nines.

I spent all day Saturday deciding what to wear. I took a hot bath and shaved real close. I put on a red garter belt, hose, red panties with matching bra and a red silk slip. Sitting at my wife’s dressing table, I carefully made up my face: eye shadow, blush and a very smooth red lipstick.

I went over to the bed and picked up the dress with the red sequined top and silk skirt and stepped into it. I slid it up over my slip and zipped it up. Stepping into my red five-inch pumps, I felt great. After two coats of red nail polish, I was ready to venture out. I was still six feet tall and 220 pounds with very broad shoulders, but I felt like Vanna White!

I picked up my purse, lipstick, cigarettes, driver’s license and a few dollars, put on my wife’s silver-fox stole and strutted out to the car. Driving down the freeway with the wind on my stockinged legs was finally fulfilling my dream. As cars passed, I got a few complimentary stares. I noticed a car following me. Then a flashing red light appeared on the roof. God, now what? What have I done?

I pulled over in a rest area. The car followed and stopped behind me. In my side mirror I saw a very tall highway patrolwoman walking toward my car. She must have just come from court, as she had on a skirt and high heels. The gun belt strapped around her waist looked sexy.

“Miss,” she said, “this is just a routine stop. You’ve got a taillight out. I would advise you to get it fixed as soon as possible. But I do need to check your license.” A thousand things ran through my mind as I handed the patrolwoman my license. “No, Miss. I need your license,” she said. “This must be your husband’s. He is very good-looking, but I need to see yours.”

In a voice I could not disguise, I gave myself away. “Sorry, officer,” I stated, “that is my driver’s license.”

“I love it,” she said. “Please step out of the car.” She opened my door and I got out. Between her headlights and the interior car lights, my sequined top sparkled. “Step to the rear of the car. I want a good look at you.” Her eyes roamed over me. “You look great. I love that dress, and those heels make your legs look terrific!” As she walked me back to the door, she said, “I’m off duty now. How about coming to my house for coffee? I would love to talk some more.” I agreed to follow her home.

Once there, she got out of her car and came back and opened my door. She offered me her hand, which I accepted as I got out of my car. We walked up to the front door, both pairs of high heels sounding great on the cement.

I went into the bathroom to freshen up my face and settle my nerves a bit before I joined her in the kitchen. Over a cup of coffee, we talked girl talk. She asked me why I enjoyed getting dressed up, and I told her.

“You really look great,” she said. She got up from her chair, walked over to me, put her hand under my chin and tipped my head back very gently. She lowered her lips to mine and gave me a tender kiss. Holding the kiss, she lifted me to my feet, wrapped her arms around me and slid her tongue into my mouth.

I returned the kiss and embrace as her hands rubbed my back and the cheeks of my ass. Taking my hands by the wrists, she pulled them behind my back. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” she said, as I felt her slip a handcuff over one wrist.

“Please don’t stop,” I told her as she placed the other cuff on my other wrist. “I want to be in your power.”

She walked me back into the living room and put me on my knees in front of the sofa. She sat down and pulled my face into her lap. She pulled up her uniform skirt, and suddenly my face was mashed against her pussy. She had removed her panties when I wasn’t looking. I ate her to several climaxes before she suggested I freshen up before I left. I went into the bathroom, adjusted my hose and dress and fixed my makeup. Then I met her in the living room for a drink.

“I need one more kiss,” she said as she took me in her arms. Arm in arm we walked out to my car, where she kissed me goodnight. I told her I had had a most wonderful evening. If all this happened because of a broken taillight, I can’t wait until she gets me for speeding.