subFLmale
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Tabitha
It was nearly 9:00 PM. and I was running late for a dinner date almost 20 miles from where I was now in South Miami. I was dressed in a short black dress that form fitted my body and had open sides with the front and rer panels only connected by a few straps downthe side. With the cut of the dress it was not possible to wear panties or a bra.
As I sped along 95 headed for the South Beach district my mind raced over the events prior to getting on the expressway. I had stopped at a mall in Goulds and an old high school friend met up with me. She was always the wild one and she dared me to swipe a bottle of perfume from the counter at Burdines and then at a gas station just off the turnpike she again dared me to drive away after pumping $20.00 of gas.
As my speedometer hit almost 80 I felt a rush of adrenaline pulse through me from the escapades earlier. I had always been fairly reserved and in 26 years had never been in any trouble except for a few speeding tickets. As I looked down I saw that my friend Julie had placed a joint in the ash tray of my car. "That bitch" I muttered as I drove, she could have got me in real trouble.
Another 15 minutes and I would be to my destination. Just as I thought this I noticed a Miami police car off the side of the road. Shit, I hope he is not running radar I thought as I passed him in the outside lane.
It was nearly 9:00 PM. and I was running late for a dinner date almost 20 miles from where I was now in South Miami. I was dressed in a short black dress that form fitted my body and had open sides with the front and rer panels only connected by a few straps downthe side. With the cut of the dress it was not possible to wear panties or a bra.
As I sped along 95 headed for the South Beach district my mind raced over the events prior to getting on the expressway. I had stopped at a mall in Goulds and an old high school friend met up with me. She was always the wild one and she dared me to swipe a bottle of perfume from the counter at Burdines and then at a gas station just off the turnpike she again dared me to drive away after pumping $20.00 of gas.
As my speedometer hit almost 80 I felt a rush of adrenaline pulse through me from the escapades earlier. I had always been fairly reserved and in 26 years had never been in any trouble except for a few speeding tickets. As I looked down I saw that my friend Julie had placed a joint in the ash tray of my car. "That bitch" I muttered as I drove, she could have got me in real trouble.
Another 15 minutes and I would be to my destination. Just as I thought this I noticed a Miami police car off the side of the road. Shit, I hope he is not running radar I thought as I passed him in the outside lane.