So my girlfriend and I are pulled over in a developing culdesac fucking like teenage rabbits when I momentarily glance up from her bouncing tits and see a pair of headlights snaking up the pitch-black road. I think nothing of it and keep thrusting away until the car creeps past the occupied houses and starts slowly coming down towards us.

That's when I see it.

Police lights.

Being the calm, collected, and rational gentleman that I am, I politely and promptly alerted my car companion of the potential danger by ejaculating "SHIT IT'S THE POLICE GET YOUR PANTS ON" as I fumbled around in the dark for my own. My boxers seemed to think this was an excellent time to play make-every-hole-not-the-hole-you-put-your-legs-in, so I kicked them under the front seat and pulled my shorts over my latex-armored warrior. Being the thoughtful chap I am, I immediately looked over to see how my comrade was getting along and if she required any assistance.

"I can't get my pants on" she says looking at me with a face stricken with raw animalistic terror. The police car is now very clearly headed straight for us. "GET YOUR FUCKING PANTS ON," I politely suggested. "I CAN'T!!!" she replied. I became astutely aware of how astronomically loud our breathing had become.

We were abruptly and shockingly washed in a wave of white light ten-thousand times brighter than the sun streaming in through the window. I see my girlfriend gazing wide-eyed into the light of death and give a half-hearted wave accompanied by a weaker smile.

The spotlight is gone.

I wouldn't realize it until later, but the officer was now pulling up behind us - he was giving us more time.

Sometime in the next fifteen seconds my girlfriend squeezed her torso through one of the leg holes of her shorts and stuck a leg through each of the remaining holes. From a distance, it could pass as normal. In the reflection of the rearview mirror I saw a smaller flashlight slowly bobbing towards us. "WE WERE JUST TALKING" I coach my soon-to-be prison mate, making sure we were prepared for any interrogation technique they had planned for us.

The police officer - cool as a cucumber - strolls up to the window and motions with his flashlight to open it. I smile and nod as I tried to remember how windows work.

"Good evening!" he greeted joyfully.

"H-h-KAH." I found my voice. "Hello officer."

"You guys just talking?" he winked knowingly.

"Y-yes sir" I smoothly retorted.

"Good, good. I'm just running my routine neighborhood checks." He flashed the light up to my girlfriend and smiled. "You guys have a good night."

"Thank you sir" we replied in unison - our hearts beating fast enough to have become one continuous indistinguishable pounding.

We rolled up the window and sat in complete silence as we watched him hop back in his car and drive away.

The level of endorphins in my system at this point was probably enough to categorize me as legally high. We looked at each other and just burst out laughing and blurting out fragments of sentences about how we'd almost gotten caught. Which, of course, led to us kissing each other madly and then fucking again. Talk about incredible sex - try fucking in the backseat of a car after having Police Officer bro give you the A-okay.

tl;dr: almost got caught having sex in the backseat of a car in an undeveloped neighborhood - police officer was totally cool about it. Awesome cop is awesome.