"Do it, Zoe...for me!" added Lydia and Zoe capitulated suddenly, reaching under her short skirt and slowly pulling down her thong, face blazing with embarrassment as her naked bottom cheeks stuck to the leather seat. She handed the scrap of lace over to Lydia who sniffed it and then dangled it from her fingers, allowing it to flutter gently as the car sped along. Zoe felt as if her face was going to catch fire as she suddenly caught sight of the driver's wide eyes in the mirror just as Lydia's other hand slithered up her thighs and under her skirt.
The sense of shame was only matched by the anticipation as her boss' fingers crept ever closer until they lightly stroked over her wet slit, teasing her softness as she wondered whether the driver could see exactly what was happening. Zoe could not stop her body responding and little flutters of pleasure seeped through her senses as two fingers slipped up inside her wetness, pushing her labial lips apart and making her groan with delight.
"If you make a mess then I am going to make you lick it up," whispered Lydia suddenly, her breath tickling Zoe's ear with like a warm zephyrous breeze. Zoe groaned and tried to contain her excitement but it was impossible as the fingers thrust slowly in and out of her body whilst Lydia's thumb rolled gently over the swollen bud of her employee's clit.
Zoe knew that she was dripping wetness onto the leather beneath her thighs but she could not prevent it and the sense of humiliation at the idea of licking them clean and letting the driver know what she had been up to made her arousal even more intense. The last straw that sent her into ecstasy was as the taxi went over another series of speed bumps and she cried out and felt her body explode with delight. Dribbles of love juice seeped out of her pussy as her body shuddered with pleasure and she closed her pale green eyes in shame as she caught the driver watching her again.
"I am afraid that my friend here has made your seat rather wet," announced Lydia, smiling slightly as she saw Zoe hang her head in shame when the taxi drew to a halt outside number twenty-three.
"She'll have to pay for it to be cleaned then," snapped the man, leaning over and staring into the back.
"That won't be necessary because she is going to clean it up now for you...with her tongue!" stated Lydia, pulling Zoe towards her and then forcing her face down towards the wet leather.
"What? Oh right, okay then," answered the driver, eyes widening as he swivelled further round to get a better view.
It was incredibly demeaning and degrading to lick up your own sexual secretions, Zoe decided as she tentatively poked out her pointed tongue and eased it down onto the leather. The fact that a stranger was watching made it even worse and yet that somehow made it all the more arousing too: something that confused her utterly as she tasted her own slickness mixed with the subtle tang of leather. Lydia pushed her head down even lower, gripping her dark hair tightly and controlling her while she idly commented on what Zoe was doing until she declared that the seat was clean once more. Pulling Zoe up, she kissed her full on the lips and then opened the door and stepped out, tugging the girl after her.
"Tomorrow evening at my house. I will send a taxi for you at seven," Lydia murmured before she slapped Zoe sharply on the bottom and then slid back into the taxi and instructed the driver where to go.
Zoe stood there for a few moments and watched the car drive away, wondering if she had really just been made to lick her own juices off the seats before she managed to run and walk up the drive, tottering slightly on her high heels. Excitement vied with shame as she opened the door and headed up the stairs to her little flat and, when she finally got to bed, her dreams were populated with dark fantasies of submission and seduction, leaving her tossing and turning into the small hours.
