My breathing was calming down. I could feel sweat on my cheeks against the leather hood. I could also feel it on the back of my neck. I licked the salt from my lips. I was uncomfortable. I couldn't see. I was naked in the back of a taxi, and Daniel was driving. He was right there in front of me. I could feel my nipples tighten in the cool air. My feet felt the gritty matt on the floor of the car. I put my hands in my lap, and slid a finger along my clit. I was tired. I was drunk. I was horny and wrung out at the same time. This rollercoaster night has been incredible. I'm naked, hooded, in a car with Daniel, a man I've only talked to on the phone. I don't even know what he looks like.
Of course he knows what I look like. Ever since he gave me that webcam I've been sending him streams of myself. He's seen every inch of me. My finger strayed back to my clit. He's seen me pull a plug out of my ass and stick it in my mouth just as my pussy erupts in orgasm. He's seen it all. Before tonight I gave myself online to Daniel. Tonight Iβm giving myself to him for real.
"How are you feeling?" There is sincere concern in Daniel's voice.
"I feel fine, good." I stumbled a bit over the words. I'm nervous.
"You are doing great."
"Thanks." It felt strange to talk to the darkness, but the leather hood felt cool and good against my skin. My forehead was a little sweaty. "I can't really believe I'm doing this. I'm excited. I want to do it. I don't mean to say that I don't." I was stumbling, nervous.