I dressed with care, black bra and panties with just the right amount of lace, stockings and suspenders, black wrap around dress, fitted and clinging enticingly to my curves. Knee length black suede boots and a long black tailored coat. I caught a cab into the city and made my way to the meeting place. Walking through the front door, making my way to the bar, I noticed admiring glances from many of the men there. Ordering a large vodka tonic, I took off my coat and put it over a nearby bar stool. The bar man mixed my drink and managed to raise his eyes away from my cleavage for long enough to accept my money and hand over my change.

I glanced around; I was five minutes early - he wasn’t here yet. Checking my phone in case I’d missed a call or message, I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around. My client had arrived and greeted me with a hand shake. Would he still be so formal by then end of the night I wondered. He ordered a drink and we found some where to sit. We had arranged this meeting a few days ago and he had already told me what he wanted from me this evening. I had agreed to do as he requested and now as I looked at him I could see that I was going to enjoy myself.

We finished our drinks and left the bar, walking through the busy city streets until we reached his car. He held open the passenger door for me and I got in, smiling to myself as I noted that the seat was slightly reclined. I had taken my coat off and leaned over to put it on the back seat as he got into the drivers side. He put the keys in the ignition but didn’t start the engine. He looked across at me and at that moment I knew that we were about to begin.

‘Show me your breasts,’ he said quietly. Without breaking eye contact, I undid the tie of my dress just enough to allow me to reveal my lace covered breasts to him. He reached a hand out and traced a finger tip over each nipple, silently nodding his approval. ‘Now take off your panties.’ I leaned back in my seat and slowly pushed my dress up my thighs, past my stocking tops until I could hook my fingers over each side of my panties. Keeping my dress hitched up, I slid them off and relaxed back into my seat again. ‘I’m going to touch your pussy,’ he said and as I opened my thighs wider, he reached over and slowly began to run his fingers over my smooth pussy, moving down, exploring me. He flicked a finger over my clitoris then suddenly plunged two fingers deep inside me, thrusting them in and out. As I gasped in pleasure he withdrew his fingers and said ‘Open your mouth.’ I did as instructed, taking his fingers deep into my mouth, licking my juices from his fingers. He pulled his fingers away and started the car. ‘We’re going for a drive,’ he said.

We drove out of the car park and though the city. Neither of us spoke, but I watched him as he concentrated on his driving and wondered what else he had planned for me. After a while, we turned onto a drive way and drove down a ramp into the private underground car park of an apartment block. He turned to park up in a space in the corner, only partly hidden from the other cars. He turned off the engine, got out and walked round to open my door. I started to get out of the car, but he put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. ‘Lets see how much of an exhibitionist you really are,’ he said with a smile. He reached down and took my hand, placing it on the hard bulge in the front of his trousers. Being the sort of girl who rises to a challenge I decided to show him exactly how deep my exhibitionist tendencies ran.

Moving in my seat so that I was facing him, I moved my hand over his cock, feeling its hardness through the material of his trousers. Looking up at him, I reached up to undo the button and zip of his trousers, easing them and his shorts down slightly so that I could get at his cock. I ran my hands over his length. His cock was beautiful, circumcised, long and very hard and smooth. I licked my lips in anticipation and leaned forward to lick him with the tip of my tongue. Leaving a trail of saliva on the head, I moved my lips up and down his shaft before opening my mouth wide to take him fully into me. He groaned with pleasure and moved his hands down to hold my head, tangling his fingers in my red curls. I swirled my tongue around and moved my head slightly to one side so that the head of his cock pressed into the inside of my cheek. He groaned again and pulled away from me. ‘I’m not ready to come yet,’ he said as he took my hands and pulled me up out of the car. ‘You’ve got to show me that beautiful pussy of yours again first!’

He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me back against the bonnet of the car. I pulled my dress up to my waist and placed my naked bottom on the warm bonnet, opening my legs and leaning back slightly. He knelt down in front of me and lowered his head until his tongue was just touching my hard clitoris. He flicked his tongue over it and then pushed two fingers deep inside my tight, wet hole. As he thrust his fingers into me I could feel my orgasm building up. His fingers pushed into me deeper and faster and the sensation of this combined with the thought that anyone driving into the car park would see us was so intense that I knew I would come very soon. Almost as if he sensed this, he stopped, stood up and took my hands, pulling me to my feet. He turned me around and pushed me forward over the car bonnet and within seconds his hard, long cock was thrusting deep into my tight, wet pussy. I began to come, my muscles gripping his cock tightly and a minute later he came too. We collapsed together across the car, catching our breath.

‘Well, I think we’ve got away with it,’ he said, laughing. ‘We’d better get going quickly before anyone catches us, ‘ he continued as we adjusted our clothes. Just at that moment, I became aware of a noise above my head - a sort of low, mechanical whirring sound. I looked up, straight into the all seeing eye of a security camera directly above us. As I watched, the camera moved slightly up and down, as if its operator was showing his approval of our passionate display. Glancing around, I noticed signs on the walls informing me that these premises were monitored by C.C.T.V. recording equipment.

‘Oh no,’ I gasped, pointing to the camera and signs, unsure whether to laugh or cry. ‘Oh sorry,’ said H with a laugh as he got back into his car. ‘I forgot to mention that bit. It’s not a problem is it……?’ I laughed, shaking my head as I got into the car and we drove home for some slightly less public fun!