Reckless Driving

Reckless Driving

By Don Juan El Amante

God, what is that awful sound? I thought as my mind slowly returned from dreams to the very real world of an emergency room doctor with the phone ringing off the hook at two AM.

It was early Sunday morning. I was tired and my head hurt from too much tequila consumed at a party the night before. The thought crossed my mind of ignoring the incessant ringing. I wanted to roll over and return to the steamy dream I had been enjoying, of that cute, little, blonde nurse on third shift in my arms without her uniform. Being the professional I am, I answered the phone expecting to be called into the hospital on some trauma case the regular shift couldn’t handle.

“This is Dr. Vargas. Sounds bad. Ok, will be there ASAP.”

No time to even shower or shave, I hurriedly threw on some clothes and jumped in my old, classic, caddy convertible. I’d had the engine rebuilt and modified for just such times as this, when I had to get somewhere fast. I figured at this time of morning I could take full advantage of the horsepower without worrying too much about being caught by the cops. I buried the gas petal into the floorboard and ran several stop lights on the sparsely traveled streets. I was needed and I had to get there fast.

The blue light blinked in my rearview mirror as the siren gave little, intermittent blasts.

Damn! Better pull over; just my luck I’ll probably be stopped by some asshole, rookie cop with an attitude and a rule book in his hand.

The officer approached my car on the shoulder where I had pulled over. The swing of the hips gave away her gender and she did look stunning in that masculine uniform. She was no rookie and probably ignored the rules when it suited her purpose.

Would turning on the charm work, as it often had in the past? I was about to find out.

“Driver’s license and registration please” she asked in a low, sexy voice.

She looked at both intently with the light of her flashlight. Then turned to look into my face. I noticed the nice snug fit of her shirt and the way her full breasts lifted and fell with each breath.

“You do know why you’ve been stopped, don’t you Mr. Vargas? You were doing 70 in a 35 zone. I’m going to write you a ticket for reckless driving, The court date will appear on the ticket. What’s the hurry Sir?”

I looked deeply, sensuously into her eyes by flashlight and in my most contrite voice replied, “Well you see, Officer, I am an ER physician and was called in to the hospital tonight. There was a terrible accident. A six year old boy is in a coma. His father is DOA and his mother is barely holding on with a massive hemorrhage. I never speed, Beautiful Lady. unless it is such an emergency.”

I noticed the expression on her face soften with concern and her blue eyes reflected a more gentle light. However it was my misfortune that this exquisite creature was as diligent about her profession as I was about mine.

“Tell it to the judge Dr. Vargas“ she replied as she handed me the ticket. “See you in court and I suggest that you drive the speed limit to the hospital. I’m sure there are other very capable doctors there taking care of the emergency. Good day to you, Sir.”

Well maybe the judge would be more sympathetic. Too bad the lady cop was so hard nosed, I would like to have gone out with her if she had been more cooperative. I drove the speed limit to the hospital, it was a strain on my nerves but I couldn’t afford another ticket.

The situation was about as bad as it could be. The trauma team did all we could do then we prayed for the mercy of a higher power for the little boy and his mother. I went home late that evening, exhausted and emotionally wiped out. Went to bed and found my dreams being invaded by the lady cop with the voluptuous breasts and swinging hips and this time she was anything but hard nosed!

Court date arrived two weeks later. I was there at nine AM as directed. The courtroom was full of fellow offenders and I felt like a sword of doom was dangling over my guilty head. I saw the lady cop who ticketed me. She walked past and took a seat at the front of the courtroom and she was even more stunning in daylight. Mmmm that was one luscious ass, showed off to perfection in the police trousers. If you had to be arrested she was the one you’d choose to cuff you.

Finally the bailiff walked in and the court day began as he announced, “All rise, district court is now in session. The honorable Clarisse Howard presiding.”

Oh no, first a lady cop now a lady judge? I was doomed.

She wore the typical long black robe so I could see little of the curves of her figure but she had the face of an angel. She was petite and except for the sternness of her expression she reminded me of a little girl playing dress up. There were a few streaks of gray in her golden brown hair. She wore it in a shoulder length bob. Her face bore little evidence of age, she was a timeless beauty. Beneath the dark rimmed glasses her eyes were a warm, light-brown with flecks of gold that matched her hair but their depths were cold, almost vacant. As though her thoughts were a long distance from her courtroom.

I sat for three hours listening with alternating boredom and fascination to the cases before mine. The judge was apparently as hard nosed as the lady cop and showed little mercy to anyone that morning. Finally it was my turn and the bailiff called my name.

“Juan Vargas, approach the bench”

The little girl, black-robed demagogue began to speak to me in a austere tone,

“Mr. Vargas you’ve been charged with reckless driving. How do you plead?”

“Not guilty Your Honor”

“Please explain your reasons Mr. Vargas.”

“Your Honor, I am an emergency room physician and was called to the hospital that morning because the regular team couldn’t handle the work load. There had been a terrible car accident. A six year old boy was in a coma, his father DOA and his mother close to death from blood loss. I was rushing to save lives, that is my only defense.

She looked at me over the top of her glasses and took a deep breath before she ruled,

“I am reducing the charge to speeding, there will be a three hundred dollar fine plus court cost. Court is adjourned for the day, I’d like to see you in my chambers Dr. Vargas.”

Now what was this all about, was I going to get a lecture on top of the fine?

I was very grateful for the reduction in the charges but not looking forward to being reprimanded in private. The judge had left the bench and the bailiff led me toward a foreboding walnut door with a brass sign on it “Judge Clarisse M. Howard” I took a deep breath of dread, and entered the door. She was seated on an overstuffed sofa opposite her enormous oak desk.

“Come, sit here next to me,” she requested as she patted the place next to her on the sofa.

I complied and as I sat down I looked directly into her eyes, as is my habit when I am having conversation with someone. She turned away her eyes briefly then looking at me again she began to speak,

“Dr. Vargas…..”

“Oh please, Your Honor, call me Juan.”

“Alright and you may call me Clarisse. I can understand your being frantic to get to your patients but even doctors are not above the law. I reduced your charges this time but please do not expect me to ever do so again. I don’t want to ever see you back in my courtroom under such circumstances. Drive the limit or if there is a dire emergency call for a police escort. You want to save lives not take them with your recklessness and speed.”

“Yes Your Honor…Clarisse. I apologize for my thoughtlessness and I assure you it won’t happen again. Thank you for reducing the charges.”

“Well I’m suppose to be impersonal but in this case I find it difficult to be so. My husband was a doctor, and I do understand your distress and hurry. I know what it is to lose your father, mine died when I was the age of your young patient. I also know what it is to lose a husband, as the boy’s mother had whose life you were so anxious to save. So, you see, I’m afraid it was not impersonal this time for me. I may have damaged my reputation as an unbending defender of justice but this time my heart just interfered.”

“You are a widow? When did your husband die?”

“A year ago last month.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss Clarisse. I too lost my wonderful wife.”

“When did she pass away Juan?”

“In 2001, September.”

“Oh no, it wasn’t, was she…?”

“Yes she was a marketing consultant. She was on a business trip at the World Trade Center. We were speaking on her cell phone when it happened. She was trying to find a way out of the building when the plane struck the second tower. They did recover her body, many families had not even that much closure.”

She removed her glasses and laid them on the end table. I could see the tears welled up in her golden brown eyes that had taken on a gentleness, a warmth. I felt tears sting my own eyes and was ashamed at first but then I realized there was no shame in sharing each other’s grief. Instinctively my hand reached out and covered hers as she began to sob freely. I pulled her into the circle of my arms as her tears fell against my shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry.” I whispered as I gently stroked her hair like she was a little girl. She clung to me like a lost child and before taking time to consider the consequences of such a reckless action, my hand tilted her face up toward mine and I kissed her lips briefly, tenderly. To my total shock she returned my kiss with an almost savage need as her arms slipped tightly around my neck. The feel of her in my arms, the light scent of her perfume was intoxicating and arousing. I moved my lips against the hollow of her throat and my tongue tasted her sweet, salty flavor. I felt her stiffen in my arms then pull away. There was a look of pure fear in her eyes.

“I can’t do this, I’m not ready for this at all. I mean how can I do this when Jack hasn’t been gone long?”

“Beautiful Lady, I do understand and if you are not ready I will say goodbye and leave but I would like to be able to call you sometime, maybe take you out for dinner.”

“Juan you are very attractive and sweet but I just can’t do it. It feels like I’m still married or that I’m dishonoring Jack’s memory.”

“Believe me, Clarisse, I totally understand how you feel. My wife was my soul mate. We had an incredible marriage and a spicy sex life together. Suddenly she was gone, it was gone and though I needed to feel a woman in my arms so desperately, it was two years before I could bring myself to even touch a woman and three years before I could make love with anyone again. It’s ok and I do understand but perhaps a dinner date with no pressure of demands?”

“I’d like that Juan, she said as she lightly kissed my lips again. The chemistry was explosive and once again we clung together as one deep kiss followed another and our tongues caressed each other in a dance of desire.

“Beautiful Clarisse, think of this as a rebirth of your sensuality, with a doctor of love you can trust. Let this be a sexual healing. I will never hurt you Querida. I will come to you again if you ask me to, or never again if that’s your choice. I will never make any demands on you. I don’t even have a problem with your fantasizing that I am Jack if that is what you need to do. For I am sure the next time I make love to you it will be Juan’s touch you desire. Let me hold you, kiss away your tears, make love to you any way you choose.”

“Yes, Yes Juan, I have needed a man’s touch so long.”

My lips savored her neck and as I gently pushed her robe and blouse to one side and sampled her smooth shoulder, I asked,

“What’s under that robe Clarisse? I’ve always wondered what you lady judges wore beneath those somber things. I‘ve always wanted to take one off and see what lies beneath.”

She raised her arms and I pulled the black robe over her head and discarded it on the floor.

“Just a blouse and skirt Juan”

My hands quickly had her blouse unbuttoned and pushed away from her shoulders. She pulled her arms out and dropped the white silk to the floor. Beneath she was wearing a white lace uplift bra. Her breasts were youthful and small to match the rest of her slender, petite body. Her rose nipples showing behind the lace were taunt with desire. I gave each of them a light kiss through the fabric. Her back arched to meet my touch and pushed her breasts against my mouth. She was so sensual and lovely in every way The thought of sexually possessing a woman of such authority and power was an unusually potent turn on for me.

I slipped each strap down and blanketed her shoulders and the tops of her breasts with kisses of fire. Reaching behind her I undid the clasp and freed them from their lace prison. My fingers lightly traced the contours before covering them fully with my palms. My hands are very large and could easily cup them completely. She threw back her head, pushed her body forward and moaned. Her breasts surged at the intimacy of my touch. Her breath came in gasps as my tongue circled each hard nipple, again and again until they were so ripe, so swollen it looked as if they would burst with pleasure. I pulled first one then the other deeply into my mouth and suckled first gently then harder and harder until I felt the waves of ecstasy pass through her and I knew she had reached the edge of her release.

“You’re beautiful Clarisse, so desirable, I whispered in her ear as my hand wandered to the hemline of her wool skirt then past the hemline. With each touch I paused to whisper to her of how beautiful every part of her body was.

I hoped that she was wearing thigh highs and not pantyhose. Mmmm yes, thigh highs. I could feel the tender, hot flesh between the tops of her stockings and her silk panties. Exploring her thighs then moving upward, my touch was light and painfully teasing. A little moan escaped her lips as my fingers brushed against her venus mound beneath the silk panties. Then she gasped for breath as they easily slipped under the elastic leg and up into her wet heat. The fragrance of her intimate musk drifted up as her thighs opened wide for my touch. My fingers pushed apart her inner lips and lightly caressed her well hardened clit.

“Mmmmm Baby, your scent is so sweet so sexy, you are driving me wild with desire.” I whispered.

She moaned in sweet agony and writhed with desire as my fingers dipped into her wet, sugar-walled sanctuary. I could tell her dormant sexuality had been fully aroused like a sleeping tigress.

Again and again I brought her to the edge of release, then pulled back and began again. Her hands reached for my shirt buttons and quickly had them undone and my shirt atop her blouse on the floor. As I pulled her tightly against me she gasped in pleasure as bare breasts met bare chest. Her fingers reached between us and played with the wiry hair like a child with a new toy. Soon I felt her fingers against my fly and after I had unzipped it I pulled off my pants and boxers. My large hand held her small one and encouraged it to explore. I was as hard as I’ve ever been when her fingers surrounded my shaft. Now it was my turn to moan as her hand surrounded me and moved up and down. She slipped down to the floor in front of me and as I reclined on the sofa she licked my hard shaft up one side and down the other.

‘Do you like this Juan? Would you like more?” she asked as the fire of her eyes met mine.

“Oh God, yes Baby,” I said as I entangled my hands in her silky hair and pushed her head down between my open thighs. She was as proficient in her lovemaking as in her judging and her tongue claimed the weeping head and teased it with maddening perfection. She drove me insane with pleasure knowing when to lightly tease and when to take me deep into her mouth until every drop of hot, creamy liquid belonged to her.

I pulled her up on top of me on the sofa once again thrilling to the sensation of her pert breasts and hard nipples against my bare chest. My lips found hers and kissed her deeply until sighs began to come from deep in her throat. My hands reached behind her back and unzipped the wool skirt. Slowly I pulled it down past her hips and thighs then off into the floor. Her body trembled and pressed hard against mine in expectation of the pleasure she was soon to receive from my hands, lips and tongue.

She was wearing white silk panties. Her body was exquisite, firm and slender.

“You have too many clothes on Baby, all you need against your flesh is my hands.”

I moved down past her breasts after giving then a tender kiss, down over her soft belly my tongue leaving trails of wet fire. My fingers inched under the elastic waistband of her panties and dipped down to entangle themselves in the well trimmed curls that covered her mount of ecstasy. As her hips raised to help me slip off the last remaining bit of silk, a shock went though my body and my manhood sprang to life once more. For me that moment of total surrender when a woman lifts her hips for me to remove her panties is one of the most erotic gestures of lovemaking.

The thought ran through my mind, here you are Juan with a judge who wields power over hundreds of lives and she’s lifting her hips so you can tease and taste and fill her most intimate place. She‘s moaning your name and begging for your tongue, what a giant turn on!

My lips moved softly over her curls and I blew my hot breath between the folds of her inner lips as my fingers gently pulled them apart. She was swollen and deep pink, wet with the dew of desire. Her clit had come out of hiding beneath its hood and like a precious pearl was waiting for me to possess it like a treasure.

“What do you want now Beautiful Clarisse?” I whispered with my face pressed into her opened folds.

“Your tongue Juan, I want your tongue.”

My tongue caressed first her outer lips, then slowly lightly savored her inner lips and clit. I moved it in light touches around the rim of her love cave then against her jewel. She moaned and begged for release as my tongue teased her clit in circles with increasing pressure and little sucks and nips as two of my fingers pushed in and out teasing her G spot. I took all the time she needed stopping only at intervals to dip my tongue down into her sweet, walled darkness to taste the nectar that was beginning to flow. Her hips began to move upward wildly to meet my licks and her river was beginning to flow freely. I moved to stand up and as she lay sprawled out and completely opened to me on the sofa I pulled her legs upward to rest one on each of my shoulders.

By now we were both losing our senses and she writhed wildly from side to side in the throes of pleasure.

“Take me Juan, NOW,” she demanded as I pushed my hard, pulsing cock deep into her warm, welcoming bliss. In and out I pumped as we held tightly to each other, my hands held her ankles and I pounded into her so hard that my balls hit her beautiful ass. She was small, small boned and I had worried that I might hurt her but she was so far gone in pleasure that the tight fit seemed to only serve to increase the ecstasy for both of us. I brought her to the edge of release again and again and then stopped just before she could climax.

“NOW, NOW,” she screamed and scratched at my chest until I had bloody scratches but hardly felt the pain because of the intensity of our pleasure. I knew it was time for us to enjoy the ultimate gratification. I thrust hard into her until I felt passion radiating from her soft core. Together we found the tempo that bound our bodies together and we both moaned aloud with erotic pleasure as her hot juices covered my hardness. Then with wild abandonment I let go the storm of my own need and felt my hot seed…. a million kisses, rush into her body. She lay still and pale as though drowned in the floodtide of the liberation of her mind and body.

When our bodies and emotions began to return to normal I sat down beside her and pulled her onto my lap. I tenderly kissed her neck and shoulders and ran my hands up and down her back as I felt her melt against me. It took a while before either of us wanted to break the mood with words.

“Thank you for a explosive and pleasant afternoon. Can I see you again Beautiful Lady?” I asked.

“Yes Juan, and I thank you for your patience and your persistence. You knew just what I needed to feel free again. We’ll be together again soon, very soon. But not in my courtroom please!”

“I promise Sweet Clarisse, the only law I will break is the one of decency with you….in private chambers.”

She snuggled close against me. The sweet comfort and satisfaction of lovers surrounded us as she fell asleep in my arms.

© 4/6/2006 Don Juan El Amante

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