You look pretty young for it, but I need to check." Then then slowly ran his hands simultaneously down my front and back, finishing just as his hand ran down the curve of my ass. He was so close that I could feel his breath. My cock stirred. I have never felt turned on by a guy before, but the situation was both terrifying and possibly the biggest turn-on of my life at the same time. "You seem clean, but I need to check it things out to make sure here. I won't need to write you up or take you in if you can just show me you're not hiding cash or anything else." He stepped back from me then and stood there, as I faced the door. "You can take your hands off the door now and stand up." "Okay. What do I do?" I managed despite my state, still facing away. I didn't dare to give him too much of a look at my face or the whole situation could get a lot more complicated, I thought. "You'll need to just pull up your skirt, please, young lady. Very slowly. I need to see that you're not concealing anything." I froze. What was happening. My heart was beating at a few hundred beats a minute, it felt like my chest was going to burst. At the same time, my cock was buzzing and my head was swimming. I couldn't think of what else to do, so I reached down, and very slowly began to pull my skirt up over my ass. The officer was definitely breathing heavily and there was a rythmic rustle of fabric back there. With my skirt up, I asked "like this, officer?" "Yes," he replied. "Like that. And your panties, pull them up a little to make sure there's nothing under." I obeyed, pulling my panties tightly up into my ass. "Yes, yes, like that. Alright you can slowly pull them down again," he gasped. He seemed to be struggling with some inner conflict as well for a moment. Despite my terror, I couldn't avoid being amazed at the power I was having over him. When my skirt was down, he added from directly behind me "You're clean, but I'll just check..." and then I felt his firm hands, running up my right thigh, and right up between my legs. He squeezed my ass, ran forward to over my tightly covered balls, then let slowly back again. He repeated this once more, this time with this fingers probing over my shaved balls a little further up onto my cock, while saying, "I don't want to see you back here again. A young girl like you could get into trouble in this neighborhood." And with that, he took a breath to compose himself, and walked away, leaving me a quivering mess, a rock hard erection forcing its way up betwen the tight layers of my slutty clothes. I don't even remember the ride home, but it was a night I'll never forget.