It is then that I hear a loud tap on the window. Snapped out of our post orgasmic delight, we madly search for our discarded items of clothing when a voice calls in from outside:
"This is the police, sir and madam. Step out of the vehicle please."
My heart sinks as I realise we are busted.
"J-Just a second, o-officer", stammers the cab driver as we are pulling our clothes back on.
"Get out now, please," the cop repeats.
Soon we have our clothes on and I am as nervous as I have been all night. As we climb out of the car, I see a cop looking us over. If he is surprised to see a boy slut like me it does not register on his face. It has stopped raining outside, and I can feel the cool air blowing up my skirt. The two loads of cum on my chest are starting to seep through my dress.
"Please officer, if I could just expain..." says the cab driver, trying vainly to take the situation in hand.
"There will be time for explanations later. Turn around please and put your hands on the roof of the car."
"But..."
"Just do it please, sir."
The cabbies shoulders sag, and he turns around. The cop moves in behind him and begins to pat him down. When he is done, the cop turns to me.
"You too, girly."
I nod, and assume the position, bent at the waist, legs apart slightly, hands on the cab roof. He runs his hands firmly up over my nylon-encased left leg. When he reaches the top of my stockings, he slides his hands in under the suspender elastic and slips them right up under my dress to my groin. My cock is pressed up against my belly, but as he moves to my right leg, his wrist brushes against my balls, nestled snugly in their frilly enclosure. A small shudder runs through me. To have my feminized body so thoroughly explored leaves me light-headed with excitement. My body betrays me: I can't help but unconsciously undulate my hips, rubbing myself against his probing hands. My heart beats faster, and an erotic thrill runs through me. I almost can't believe I am doing it, but I shuffle my feet and spread my legs wider.
