Sitting in the car, she wonders how long it will be until he can meet her. She's used her time wisely, getting ready for him. She wore a cute denim skirt with nothing underneath; the top showed more than enough cleavage. She reclined her seat, closed her eyes, and pulled her skirt up just enough to get her hand between her thighs. She spread her legs as far as possible and began rubbing her clit. She smiled as she felt how wet her pussy was. She would be well prepared.
When she heard his van approaching, she was reluctant to remove her hand away. She did so, but not before he was close enough to see the position she was in. As he parked beside her car, she repositioned her seat and watched as he took the few steps to her window. He smiles as he leans in to the window. "Hi. Need some help?" With the tip of his finger, he traced the line between her breasts and across the top of one, then the other.
"Maybe."
"Well, let's see." He reached for her hand and licked the finger that was teasing her clit. He put the tip of her finger in his mouth, sucking gently then letting go of her hand. "Hmmm, the taste is faint." Again, with the tip of his finger, he traced another line across her legs where the hemline of her skirt laid. As he placed his hand on her leg, softly squeezing, he said, "Is there more?"
"Maybe."