I get of the train and feel the cold air on my naked pussy. You were very specific that I shouldn't wear any underwear. It makes me even more aware of how wet I am. I grab the hem of my skirt and try to pull it back down, it stops just above the knee and no matter what I do, it keeps riding up. I look around, strangely paranoid that everyone here knows what I'm doing. Why I'm here.

I walk towards the exit and out in to the pickup bays. There's taxis everywhere and it takes me a while to spot you. The black estate with the tinted windows. A man I've never met before sitting in the driving seat looking at me over the top of his sunglasses, a small smile on his face as he looks me up and down. This is it. I can walk away now, pretend I'm not the girls you're here for. Pretend I'm just another face in the crowd and grab a train back home. But I don't. I'm too excited. and nervous.

I walk over to your car, you're smoking a cigarette, still watching me. The passenger side window rolls down and you tell me to get in. No how do you dos? or greetings. Just those two simple words. I open the door and slide in, the car smells of smoke and an old air freshener, you're listening to some old band I've never heard of. You put out your cigarette and turn to look at me, without a word, your right hand lands on my knee and slides up my thigh, I'm suddenly aware of all the commuters walking by the car window. But just as suddenly I forget about them as you hand goes under my skirt, your middle finger presses against my pussy lips and gains entry, sliding up to put pressure on my clit. You call me a good girl and push your finger in circle motions around it. "Are you going to come for me? Right here in my car? Come on you slut, you know you want to. I want to see you squirm. Go on sweetheart, come for me. That's right, think about my cock, that's it. Good girl"

I shudder in pleasure as an orgasm rolls through me, somewhere in there I closed my eyes, I open them again and meet the eyes of a random guy getting a taxi. The way he looks at me tells me he saw. You laugh as a look of horror appears on my face. "now he knows you're a slut too!" you tell me, as you start the car and we begin the journey to your house.

We've got the whole weekend so you can take your time.