It was already getting dark as Kitten stepped off the train shivering with pleasure as the cold breeze touched her skin. It had been hot on the train, almost stifling, and at times on the journey it felt like she was burning up, the usual hunger and desire for Sir, which always grew stronger on her way to meet him, was magnified by the surprise she had planned and the heat of the compartment.
Never had she been more aware of her clothes, the smoothness of sheer stockings, the friction of lacey lingerie and even the cool satin coat lining all heightened her sensitivity and having to keep her thick winter coat tightly fastened (beneath it was meant for Sir's eyes alone) only added to her arousal, leaving her hot, flushed and wet with need.
Not that Sir knew what to expect, the previous weekend she had told him there was a naughty idea she wanted to surprise him with, and he agreed with amusement.
She walked through the small country station and smiled to see his familiar figure waiting for her, tall and well built with dark hair and beautiful blue eyes, eyes which could be soft and warm or cold and hard depending on their play, both made her melt but in entirely different ways. Tonight they were soft and crinkled at the edges as he smiled broadly at her.
She hurried over to him, flung her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, her desire and joy at seeing him unmistakable. In response he wrapped his arms around her, one hand cradled the back of her head as his tongue slipped between her lips, she moaned softly and they gripped each other tighter as tongues writhed and passions increased.
He pulled back and she whimpered at the loss, "Tell me about this surprise Kitten" he said, she bit her lip and with an impish grin replied"When we get to the car all will be revealed". Taking her by the hand he lead her out into the night. Once outside he spoke again "as requested, I have parked in the furthest, darkest corner."
The car park was practically empty, perfect for what she had in mind. Walking round to the far side of the car she leant against the back door and started to unbutton her coat, lastly she undid her belt, and keeping her eyes on his face allowed her coat to fall open then slowly opened it wider, revealing what she was or rather wasn't wearing underneath.
Black patent stiletto shoes, a half cup bra which barely contained her full soft breasts, and a suspender belt and stockings which framed her naked sex, the black lace of her lingerie contrasting sharply with the paleness of her skin.
Kitten watched his eyes widen and then darken with lust as she revealed herself, a thrill rippled through her, and the cold night air caused nipples already made swollen and sensitive, from the constant friction of her bras lace trim, to harden even further and offer themselves to his hungry gaze.
Sir closed the distance between them and started kissing her neck, fondling her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, then rolling them between his fingers, nibbling on her ear he asked "Tell me Kitten, did you get changed on the train?" his voice thick with desire.
"Oh no Sir" she replied breathing heavily "I have been dressed like this since I left home".
"I see, so you have been dressed like a little slut all the way here?" his questioning voice took on a dangerous edge and he pinched her nipples hard, she gasped, "answer me" he demanded, pinching her again even harder.
"Yes Sir" she moaned, the pinching and pulling were constant now, "answer me properly slut, I won't tell you again" he threatened. His roughness was sending electric shocks of pleasure down her belly and between her legs, making her clit pulse in response. She forced herself to speak clearly "Yes Sir, I have been dressed like a slut all the way here". Her confession brought another rush of desire and she felt a trickle of wetness run down her thigh.
As if he knew her need one hand moved between her legs, discovering she was soaking wet, he thrust his middle finger deep inside her, she moaned loudly as he began slowly and deliberately finger fucking her.