It was about a quarter past one in the morning, and he was just driving around. And like most times he had dressed up in what he liked best.
From the bottom up that was a pair of pumps with a moderate heel, black nylons, the kind that stays up by itself. Then a greay skirt which fell
just to his knees, and a black blouse. Under it he wore black satin panties and an also black bra, with silicone inserts, a firm D-cup. He could
not wear this at home, his wife knew about his dressing preferences, but did not want to be confronted with it. So he only wore this at night,
and mostly he would go for a drive, without a specific destination.

Somewhere on a countryroad he passed a pedestrian, dressed in a wide jacket with a hoodie, and in jeans. He could not see it clearly, but he got
the impression that it was a woman. In that neighbourhood there was completely nothing, no restaurant or bar, no houses, no camping, nothing. He stopped his car, and got halfway out. From behind his car he asked if the person needed any kind of help. A womans voice answered.
"Yes, in fact I do. My car just broke down, and my phone went dead as well, I am looking for a busstop or trainstation around here."
"Well, then you're out of luck," he answered, "at this time there are no more busses, and the closest railway station where there might be a
train at this hour is over thirty miles away. In this area there are no nighttrains."
"Oh, then I have a problem. I need to get home tonight, which is quite far from here."
"I can offer you a ride, I am not going anywhere special, but here is one condition."
"What is that condition?" she asked suspiciously.
"You are not allowed to criticize my outfit, which is, lets say... not standard. Will that be okay?"
"Yes, fine." she said, and she got in the car, while he got back in on the other side. Just before the door was closed and the light dimmed she
noticed what he was wearing.

"I see what you meant by 'not standard'. But I don't criticize, I think it suits you. I can say that, can't I?"
"Yes, you can say something about it, as long as you're not negative, I don't need that. That's why I said that, there's no more to it."
"Can I also ask you something? About your clothing?"
"Well, why not, but please keep it decent."
"Those breasts of yours, I take it that they are not natural, are those from silicones?"
"You're right, they didn't grow there by themselves, and they are silicones."
"Could I... Could I... feel them? I have never before met someone with silicone breasts en I am very curious how they feel."

He had to think about it for a moment, but then said: "Okay, but again on one condition."
"You like conditions, don't you? But okay, what is this next condition?"
"Whatever you may touch by me I may touch by you. Seems only fair to me."
Now she had to think for a moment. But with a broad smile she said: "You got a point there. Okay, deal. Anything I do to you, you can do to me
too. And if ever you feel like I am going too far just tell me so."

He parked the car on a nearby parking, which was empty, and switched off the engine. Her hand went to his breasts, and she felt them, first
softly but then she pinched them stronger. She pulled her hand back, waiting for what would happen. So he felt her breasts. They were smaller
then his own, it felt like a C-cup, and he also noticed that she wore a bra with lots of lace on it. Now it was his turn to remove his hand, and
wait for a while. Immediately she began unbuttoning his blouse That took some time because it had a lot of small buttons. While se was still
busy with that he opened her blouse as well. She was wearing a white bra, indeed with a lot of lace. He could see her nipples though the thin
material. Both her hands were now firmly groping his breasts, even inside his bra. He considered that an invite and moved her bra to the side.
She took some time to take off her jacket and her blouse as well.

His skirt was moved up, and he could feel her hands on his thighs. He could not do hat to her while she was wearing tight jeans. He solved it by
unbuttoning her jeans, and opening the zipper. She moved her ass up from the seat and with some trouble he managed to move her jeans down to her ankles. She was wearing white panties, also with a lot of lace on the frontside. It looked like she didn't have any pubic hair. Her hands went
up further under his skirt. Soon the skirt was moved completely up, till around his waist. He had a hardon, there was mo hiding to it, and she
found it by instinct. She massaged it though his panties, while kissing his breasts. She came forward in her seat, and he unhooked her bra.
"Will you please leave my bra on, otherwise they might fall off...", and even while he said that he realised how funny that sounded. She giggled
as answer, and again kissed his breasts.

He gently kissed her nipples, first one and then the other. She slid his panties down a bit so his dick got all the room it needed. It was stiff
as a string, and stood straight up. She bent over, and softly licked his tip, after which she put her lips around it, and had it disappear completely in her mouth. She went on until he almost came. Quite suddenly she stopped, and leant back.
"Can this seat go back completely or do we have to move to the backseat?"
Without words he moved a lever and her seat went down all the way. She went with it, and spread her legs. Without waiting he moved his head to her crotch, and started licking her pussy through her panties. After a few moments he moved her panties down, and tasted her pussy. He licked her clit, with every once in a while a lick between her lips. She moaned, enthousiastically, so he went on. It didn't take her long to come,
with a soft yell. She did not say anything but pulled him over the center of the car on top of her. With his panties still on he stuck his dick
inside her. She was soaking wet already. He didn't need much and all too soon he came deep inside of her.

Still breathing heavily she took a handkerchief out of her purse, and cleaned herself up as well as she could. He went back to his own seat, and
made his clothing decent again. He saw her do the same, and after a few minutes they were sitting next to each other as if nothing had happened.
"By the way, where did you have to go?" he asked.
"Well," she said, "I was on my way home to the city, but I am not in a hurry anymore."
"I'll take you there, I'm also not in a hurry..."