The driver adjusts his mirror again so that he cansee my legs clearly. The car pulls over outside my flat, a lovely oldbuilding with huge windows abov...e the NatWest Bank on the corner. Thedriver jumps out and opens the door for me: he smiles at me as I slideacross the seat, my skirt pulled up to show both stocking tops, myblouse gaping open to show the lace of my bra. He comes round and takesmy hand, asks the driver to wait. There is no way the driver is goinganywhere.We go through the main door. Those things are heavy, and if was openly installed, people would get suspicious. We had to have a secure place, if we were going to put it in at all.Second, we actually had theme nights, and the next theme night needed to be discussed. A few people wanted a formal event, but most of us wanted something a little more seasonal. It was clear who would win (the seasonal crowd), but we talked it over just to be fair to everyone.One of the traditions we have is that all such discussions take place. I explored further with my fingers to her slit, her very wet slit and eased the tip of my finger inside.“Lie on your back,” she quietly said into my ear.My cock was pointing to the ceiling as she straddled me. I could feel her pulling her panties to one side as she slid her wet cunt down onto my cock. Bliss.I reached up into the darkness to her tits and rubbed my thumbs over each nipple. I knew she liked them played with. I licked my fingers and went back to her nipples. She let out a small. ‘It’s okay for you two drunkards to get stuck into the wine but this boy is driving tonight!’ He saw Joe staring at him and he winked before sculling his glass of juice and rejoining the conversation. With an aching heart, he tried to be cheerful and to hide his inner feelings from Maria. Her motherly pat on his hand showed that she knew of his inner turmoil. The meal ended and knowing he had a few hours driving he paid the bill and stood to leave. As they returned to the workshop, they laughed.