Nightime. London.
It's raining. Dark, warm, heavy rain.
It bounces off the bonnet of the car and sparkles in the refracted light of the night.
You can see your shadow cast down in front of you. It makes you seem thirty feet tall. The headlights are bright and powerful, your eclipsing of them sudden and sharp, blurred only where your shadow falls across the ripples and puddles of the soaked concrete ground. You are wearing a summer dress. I insisted. The weather dictated it. Warm, almost tropically balmy, but promising rain.
The dress clings to you. You may as well be naked. Through the drenched material your breasts, nipples and the triangle of your cunt are as pronounced as if you wore nothing. Your hair is slick to your head and face, mascara stains your cheeks with black tears. On your feet, expensive and delicate high heels, incongruous in the dereliction of your surroundings.
The horn beeps and you turn around. Aware of how the noise at this hour could attract attention. Facing the car the headlights blind you, behind them, the windscreen and me hidden.
You pull your dress up to your waist. Doing just as you were told. The rain has soaked you to the skin and even though it's a warm night your thighs and stomach are textured with goosepimples.
You look up, shielding your eyes with your hand, trying to peer through the glare. Suddenly paranoid. Is it still me in the car? Who else could be watching? You look around the car park. It's almost empty, just a few rusting vans and cars litter the place. Industrial units, some with lights still on, circle the wide open space of the car park.
Afraid now, and slightly unsure, you carry out your instructions.
You take off your dress and throw it on the bonnet of the car. You are naked but for your shoes. Your cunt smooth, catches the light as the rain runs down and over it. You can feel it cool against your hot lips.
You walk foward, placing your hands on the car, the metal still warm from the engine, only recently died.
You raise a knee slowly, exposing your cunt to me, your lips parting stickily. You are wet in every way.
You pull yourself onto the car, kneeling infront of the windscreen. Now the light is behind you, almost silhouetting you, just a glow from the cars interior and far off street lights casting knowledge on your body. You are no longer blinded either, you can see quite clearly as I masturbate my hard cock. My jeans around my knees. Staring straight at you as you stare at me.
You continue to climb up the car. Stopping only when your knees rest against the bottom of the windscreen. Your legs wide apart. Your arms over the roof of the car, breasts hanging tantalisingly in front of me. Interrupting the rain as it runs down the glass.
As i wank for you, you begin to touch yourself. At first you are tentative, perhaps aware of how exposed you are, then as you feel your wetness on your fingertips, you forget where you are - or maybe you just don't care. I've told you that you are performing for me, not yourself, so you open yourself wide for me. Using both hands to spread your deep pink cunt open to me. Seeing your swollen clit gleaming, begging to be toyed with. You start to slide your fingers in, one, then two. Sliding easily into your soaking sex, your cunt craving them, hungry for a third. You press your forehead against the cold windscreen, screwing your eyes shut as you fingers sink ever deeper. Lost in yourself I get out of the car, pulling my jeans up and standing behind you, watching.
