The Slut Behind Him

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The rain was torrential; droplets of water bounced off the pavement by nearly six inches which thoroughly soaked my stockinged feet. The open toe shoes did nothing to protect me and the skimpy one-piece dress that I was wearing was wet through. Even a single-celled amoeba could establish exactly what I was wearing underneath. The umbrella was a pointless addition to my attire, for whichever way I tilted it, I seemed to get even wetter. I crossed the road and stood under the nearest lamp post close to the bus stop.I waited. My phone pinged and I looked at the message from my husband, Brian. I smiled and bit my lip. My nipples were hard and erect; trying to punch their way through the thin fabric. I felt as if I was on heat. Although wet through and cold, parts of my body were pumping out enough heat to power the nearby houses.A car rounded the corner of the street and I waited with bated breath only for it to speed past me and into the darkness. A large splash of water from the tyres pounced at me and lapped at my feet. I watched men in black overcoats and raincoats rush past; heading for shelter in the nearest pub or coffee shop.Part of me couldn’t believe I was doing this and part of me was overexcited that I was. I felt alive, in control of my destiny. The woman I always wanted to be but was afraid to become. Well, here I was.Another car turned the corner and I caught the driver’s eye; wondering whether this was the car I was waiting for. It too sped past me though not as fast as the last one. It screeched to a halt and reversed back until it parked opposite isvecbahis me. The automatic window wound down a little and the man asked whether I wanted a lift. The stunted conversation was almost one-sided and I told him that I was waiting for someone. I must have turned him down twice until he told me that I looked sexy and cold in my outfit.I smiled at him. I told him that I’d soak his car if I sat on those seats in my state but he just shrugged. I checked my phone and there it was, the message my husband sent me, ‘you look sexy and cold in that outfit.’ The same words this man had used. The password. I smiled once more, stepped forward and opened the car door. I slowly pulled the umbrella together while my bottom was half in and half out of the car door. I placed the umbrella down on the passenger floor and slumped inside closing the car door behind me.I let out a low sigh. I felt nervous, very nervous. My heart was thumping ten to the dozen. I felt his eyes on me, scanning me like some security device. He must have noticed my large breasts and the way my nipples extended into the fabric. He certainly noticed my legs, I made sure of that and as I glanced towards him I could see he was taking in the sight of a lone suspender clinging to the top of one of my stockings from beneath my short dress.After he cleared his throat he asked me where I wanted to go. I was a little unprepared for that question, to be honest. I thought he would just drive off somewhere into the darkness and know where to take me. I shrugged, and told him to take me anywhere he wanted isveçbahis giriş to take me. I just stared through the windscreen wondering what his reply would be. Something twigged in my head when he asked for my home address. I was unsure as to whether I should reveal that kind of information.I averted the question and told him that I would have to pay him for giving me a lift, to which he refused point-blank but I insisted – like the good girl I am. The car drove past a trading estate which even at this hour of the night was like a morgue. Next was the Tesco car park and I started to wonder whether he knew where I lived?I asked him whether he would mind if I got out of my wet clothes. He looked around the car and eventually told me that the only thing he had that was appropriate for me to cover myself up with was his trench coat that lay on the back seat. I looked over my shoulder and knew that it wouldn’t be needed.I started to pull at my dress. I knew it would easily clear my head once I had unhitched it from around my bottom. After releasing the seat belt I accomplished my disrobing with a few wiggles of my bum on the seat as I clenched the hem and raised it upwards. I threw it behind me and announced that I felt a lot better and not so cold despite the heaters being on in the car.Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the look on his face was a picture of disbelief.Even I couldn’t believe I was sitting here semi-naked. He was gobsmacked. My nakedness, except for the suspender belt and stockings, allowed my unfettered breasts to speak for isveçbahis yeni giriş themselves. I brushed them down with my hand just to make them wiggle to entice him, rather than to brush the water off them.We came across another smaller trading estate and I urged him to pull into one of the car parks. He chose the one for a sports shop. He seemed to take forever to choose a space despite every bay being empty.My hand fell almost naturally onto his when he applied the handbrake. I took it and brought it to my breast. I never looked in his eyes. I just let him feel and squeeze my tit and I helped him do it. My arousal was building and I think he could tell that it was, because he placed his other hand on my breast instead and leaned into me a little. By now, my hand had reached between my legs and I was now stroking my pussy with my fingers as he played with my tits.I finally looked into his eyes and while panting just a little, I told him to get his cock out. It was an urgent command on my part, delivered with demand in my voice. He didn’t have a choice and I think he realised that when he let go of my tit.I heard him urgently shuffling on the seat; raising his chest to unbutton and unzip his trousers and then pulling his bottom upwards to push his trousers down his thighs. Once I had detected that he had finished the manoeuvre, I reached out with my hand and pushed his torso back into the seat and with my other hand reached over to grab his erect cock. I simply slipped over on his lap and let his cock sink between my lips. I was in my element as I sucked greedily on his knob. I could feel his hand reach down my back in an attempt to claw at my anus and pussy or to massage my bottom. I raised my body so that I could kneel on the passenger seat and allow him access while I blew him.

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