New Year’s Night Teasing The Boys In Blue

All My Rowdy Friends Are Coming Over Tonight

For a New Year’s night celebration your girl knows how to party. I had survived Christmas lol!  Not that I don’t love it! There just seems to be so much to do: get-togethers with friends and family, gifts to buy, and dinners to cook. It can be a little overwhelming if you let it.

So, as a reward for all my hard work, I decided to have a big New Year’s night party. Lucky for me, Mother Nature was being bipolar, so it was warm enough to throw a party out in the field on my farm. What better way to celebrate than with a big New Year’s tailgate party?

So a few friends and I set up a big bonfire. We had music cranking loud, coolers full of beer on ice… it was going to be epic. Of course, I’m a responsible host, so I took everyone’s keys and told them to set up tents. I like things that go boom and your Southern belle had stashed away some powerful illegal fireworks to set off at midnight. Plus one more thing sure to get the party cranking. I just needed to be careful with my sunrise, or I’d spend this New Year’s night teasing the boys in blue.

Southern Belle Moon Shine

The night was a perfect 70 degrees, just like the  the sexy anchorman after dark had said. The beautiful blue moon of Kentucky is shining bright. I had been saving something special for my guests. Stashed away in a place no one could find, I had been making my own brand of shine in a steel. It was clear, smooth, and 90 proof. What a way to spend a New Year’s night!

I like to flavor mine with apples, cinnamon sticks, and sugar, then let it sit in Mason jars and soak up all the flavors. I grabbed a few crates, loaded them into my truck, and passed them around with a warning. “Y’all, this stuff is stronger than it seems, so go easy.”

Well, I guess no one believed me, because before you knew it, people were drunk off their asses. Some couples had stripped naked and were dancing around the bonfire. This party had cranked up to ten, and your sexy  southern phone sex  was busy trying to figure out how I was going to spend New Year’s night teasing the boys in blue and keep my sweet ass out of jail.

It was the countdown to midnight when Roger—the guy lighting the fireworks, drunkenly bent over with a Mason jar in his hand and spilled moonshine. The flame ignited into the air. His dumb ass stumbled back and knocked a handful of aerial rockets onto the exploding flame. “Shit, shit, shit,” I kept muttering as I screamed at everyone to take cover.

The sky lit up like the Fourth of July, and soon I heard a police siren. One firework at a time—no biggie. But a whole box that only a pyrotechnician should handle? That’s going to get attention.

New Year’s Night Under Blue Lights

Looks like I’m going to spend New Year’s night moonshine with the boys in blue! I didn’t want my moon shine steel to get found and/or my guests arrested, so I did what only a naughty Southern girl knows to do…I’d make a distraction.

I went and got a horse from my barn, stripped down naked except for my boots and cowgirl hat, and jumped on my stallion, riding in the direction of the siren. It wasn’t long before the blue lights came into view, and I made sure to arch my back as I rode up to the cruiser, my titties bouncing like paid actors. I was going to make this New Year’s night one they would never forget!

Too Sexy For New Year’s Night

The officer got out of his vehicle and said he’d had calls for noise disturbances out my way. I slid off my horse, licking my lips as I approached him. “Mister Officer,” I said, “the only disturbance here is my fine ass out here riding a horse instead of a hard cock.” I placed my hand on his crotch and said, “Sir, are you going to assault me with a deadly weapon?”

He opened his back seat, grabbed me, and pushed me in on all fours. “Mrs. Belle,” he said, “I’ve had enough of your shenanigans. I’m going to pound that pussy and make you behave.” Soon, I felt his cock sliding into my wet pussy and felt him unleash a hot stream of cum. As he moaned, there was a click. I had slipped a cell phone out of my boot and taken a picture of him fucking me. He looked shocked as he stood up, and I said, “That’s for insurance.”

I nakedly jumped back up on my horse, winked, and said, “Happy New Year, Officer! Thank you for the warning,” as I rode off.

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