The road was quiet, not a car was in sight as I got closer to the alley I cut through. Each step I took, I began to think about the nice warm drink I was going to prepare myself. Just the thought of it seemed to make me feel even colder. As I reached the passage, headlights lit the area up and the roar of the engine filled the quiet air. I froze on the spot as I heard the window come down.
“Hey love,” I heard a gravelly voice call from the inside of the ‘penis-extension’ car as I’d refer to it. I don’t know why I’d refer to it as something so crude but most of the time rich men would compensate for something through their wealth.
I turned around but stood at the corner of the alley because there had been many stories about women approaching stranger’s cars.
“Yes, what do you want?” I responded sharply and unnaturally bitchy for me.
“Can you give me directions to the motorway?” He asked politely.
Feeling relieved, I stepped closer to the car and peaked my head in the window. I saw a dark, eerie figure sat in the driver’s seat but I could just make him out with the little amount of light coming from the dashboard components. He was a middle aged man with short dark hair. I couldn’t help but notice his distinctively long nose and stern lips. At first glance, he seemed to be one of those men who think they’re better than everyone else.
As I started to tell him the directions to the closest motorway junction, he began to fiddle around in his pocket. I could tell he wasn’t even listening which led me to think he was even more of a douchebag than I first thought. I quickly finished my instructions as he pulled his wallet from his pocket.
“One more thing,” he started. “If I give you twenty quid, will you give me a quick flash?”
I stepped back in shock, I felt almost repulsed at the gesture but I couldn’t walk away. I had always been complimented on my appearance. I had dark brown hair which went well with my brown eyes and gently curved eyebrows. Women always envied my cheekbones and cute little nose too, but then again, I envied their height since I was short and petite. After a few moments of thinking about his offer, I peered back in his window.
“What kind of person do you think I am?” I said crossly.
“Okay, how about forty?” He responded with a smug look on his face.
I pondered for a few moments. Forty pounds just for showing him my pair of small 30B boobs, I couldn’t help but feel slightly inclined to do it. It’d be the easiest money I ever made and I would probably never see the guy again.
“Done,” I said to his surprise as I stepped back.
I looked in both directions quickly to make sure nobody would see. The road was completely deserted as I faced him once more. I brought my arms up the sleeves and began to unclip my bra and take it off. I felt the rugged material of my polo shirt rub against my nipples harshly. With the bra still in my hand, I brought my arms back down the sleeves and to my waist. I stuffed the bra in my pocket before hooking my fingers underneath both my coat and shirt. For a few moments I stood there, taking deep breaths. Once again, I looked in both directions and pulled my clothes up slowly.
He licked his lips as my tightly, toned abdomen with a butterfly belly button piercing came into view. As my body became more exposed, shivers shot up my spine but all the while he carried on licking his lips. I felt the sharp air on my tummy, then my lower breast, then my nipple before finally my full breast was hit by the winter air. My nipples were instantly hard from the cold and my ‘peach fuzz’ was standing up.
“You have an amazing body love,” he said as his hand reached out with the money.
I quickly let go of my clothes and reached my hand towards the cash. As my fingertips brushed against the paper, he pulled it away from me.
“Hey, you said you’d give me forty if I gave you a flash.” I shouted at him as he put the money back in his wallet and turned the motor of his car off.
“I know I did, how much would it cost for your other...” He started whilst he looked at my legs, “...delights.”
I looked down my body, blushing at the thought.
“How much would you be willing to offer?” I asked as he carried on staring.
“I’ll give you one hundred pounds if you show me both your tits and pussy at the same time,” he said firmly as he once again pulled money from the wallet.
Just like before, I glanced both ways and began to fill my end of the deal. With one hand, I held my coat and shirt up, allowing my breasts to be revealed to the bitterness of the night. My other hand pulled my trousers and panties down to my knees allowing him to see the faint outline of my bald womanhood in its aroused state. The lips were puffy and the inside was moist from the sexual tension building between us.
“Even better than I thought,” I heard him say as I stood their exposed.