I pull the car up into a spot near the darkest end of the dock parking lot, roll down the windows, and shut it off.
Now we just wait. My wife's hands tremble a little as she adjusts her shirt and pulls down on her skirt a little (to no avail -- it's far too short). She's wearing a schoolgirl outfit: hoop earrings, a white blouse tied just under her chest with her erect pierced nipples pushing through the thin fabric, a red-plaid skirt so short her thick sexy thighs are exposed all the way up, knee-high white stockings, and black heels. She picked it out. Damn!
I take a breath and grab the digital camcorder. I don't turn it on, because it doesn't look like anyone's around yet. See, a couple nights ago, we posted an ad on the web:
Thursday night, 1am, west end dock parking lot, black Civic. Watch me, touch me, lick me, fuck me... I'm your whore for 5 minutes... (condoms please)
She'd been fantasizing about doing it for years, but it took a lot of reassuring to get her out here tonight. She'd chickened out once before.
And here's our chance to find out: someone's walking over here... a dude, looks maybe 30-something. When she sees him, she looks a little panicked. When he gets to her window, though, I flip on the interior lights so he can get a good view, and to my surprise she gives a naughty smile and says, "Hey, baby" in the sexiest voice I've ever heard her put on. The guy just looks. I start rolling the camera on her, making it clear I'm not getting his face. She asks if he'd like to see more, and he nods, so she undoes her shirt and puts her hands up in her hair, closing her eyes and pushing her huge tits out. The guy reaches in slowly, nervously, and puts his hand on her tit. She doesn't even flinch. He starts to rub her, plays with her nipples.