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here,’ she said, shocked at the idea. The car was at the kerbside in a street full of people.
    â€˜Show me,’ he insisted.
    She glanced round at the busy street, and realised he wasn’t joking. People were rushing by, some of them only inches from the car, and any one of them could see into it.
    â€˜I can’t,’ she said softly. Her heart was beating fast and she could feel the first flush of red touching her cheeks.
    He reached across and lifted her short skirt. Her face coloured instantly and she hardly dared to look down at herself. She was wearing black high heels, black stay-up stockings, and nothing else under the short grey skirt. It had been bad enough waiting in the breezy street, half afraid that a sudden gust would lift the skirt and reveal her nakedness to everyone. Now he held her skirt up and gazed at the triangle of hair around her pussy, and at the join of dark stockings and pale flesh.
    â€˜Good,’ he said simply, seemingly satisfied with what he saw. ‘And up top?’ he added, releasing her skirt.
    She smoothed down her skirt quickly and pulled open her jacket. Underneath she was wearing a simple white blouse and nothing else. Her breasts were almost visible through the translucent material; her nipples, already hard, were impressed on the tight fitting garment. She was almost naked, there for him to use and display as he liked. The thought made her feel aroused, making her nipples harden and her sex moist.
    He smiled and then started the car. ‘Are you wet?’ he asked, steering it into the long slow line of traffic.
    â€˜Yes,’ she admitted softly.
    â€˜I like that,’ he said, ‘you know how much it turns me on to know that you’re wet.’
    â€˜I’ve been wet all day,’ she said.
    The traffic lights ahead turned red, and as soon as Tom stopped the car he lifted her skirt again. Her discomfort was obvious, and it seemed to do nothing but spur him on. He stroked her pussy, touching a finger to her wetness and then trailing it across her thigh. She stared straight ahead, afraid that others would see what was going on, and yet she felt unable to resist. All morning she had dreamed of him, all morning she had been fantasising about what they would do together.
    As soon as they drew up outside his flat she was out of the car. He came round and took her by the waist and pulled her closer to kiss her forcefully on the mouth. His hands slipped under her skirt and he held her there, out in the street, her naked backside almost on display.
    â€˜Does that excite you?’ he asked hotly.
    She could not say the word ‘yes’, so she nodded. He laughed and took her by the hand to lead her into the lobby. They rode up in the lift in silence, she standing with her legs apart while he eased his fingers between her pussy lips. The doors opened and she looked up suddenly, her heart racing with fear, but there was no one there.
    Once inside his flat they kissed again. She opened her lips to him, let him take her there with his tongue the way he did with his cock. His hands explored her freely, caressing her behind, her thighs, her breasts and her pussy. Each touch of his fingers was pleasure that added to her arousal. He opened her blouse easily and took possession of her breasts, closing his fingers tightly over them so that her nipples were pushed out. He licked them in turn, wetting them in preparation, and then he whispered that she should go to the bedroom.
    She removed her jacket and top but kept her skirt and her stockings on. She sat on the bed and waited, a knot of nervous fear in her tummy. Each time they met it was in secret, and each time he pushed her further, making her act ever more outrageously, ever more wantonly. He once asked if there were any limits, and though she was afraid of it, her answer had been a simple, solemn ‘no’.
    He joined her a moment later, already naked, his thick cock jutting forward obscenely.