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This definitely isn't Scarfskerry Point Toto
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Prostitution, Voyeurism; Exhibitionism

My name is Iona Wallace, I came to my parents very late in life, my mother was forty-three years and my father was fifty-five when I was conceived. I came about as part of my father's retirement calibration...he had been in the Royal Air Force for thirty years, working at RAF Lossiemouth for the last five years of his contract. My parents both loved the far north of Scotland so much that they bought a retirement home on the North Scottish coast at a place called Scarfskerry Point, there were roughly fifty houses spread out over five square miles of barren countryside. They had deliberately not had children during their marriage, neither of them were emotionally suited to having a child and yet there I was in the sunset of their lives.

On the day that my father retired, they moved the one hundred and sixty miles from their married quarters virtually at the end of the runway at the RAF base to their new house and they celebrated with a drink and a fuck, one of the very rare occasions that they actually had sex. Mum hadn't had a proper period for over a year and she was certain that she had started the menopause so she had come off of the birth control pill, she was sure that she couldn't possibly fall pregnant at her age but she was wrong!"

I didn't have anything like a normal childhood, there was no internet, my area was way outside the sphere of terrestrial TV transitions and my parents wouldn't spring for a satellite subscription. They'd never been big on TV, they thought that the programs were frivolous. I didn't get a very good grounding in education either, the nearest primary school to where I lived was a three hour drive away...on a good day and in Northern Scotland, there weren't very many good days so my mum and dad had to home educate me and I have to say, I wasn't a very good student. I also didn't really know how to interact with other kids...there weren't any other kids within a fifty mile radius of where we lived, it really was a retirement community.

Anyway...that was how my life started. I managed to get a place at Aberdeen University, my mother insisted that I go into an all female college and an all female dormitory. I had to work harder than any other student in the university because of my shaky foundation that my education was built on. No time for partying, no time for friendships, I worked for three years solid and finally got a reasonable degree.

Mum was pushing for me to return home, my dad was nearly eighty years old and she needed help looking after him but, I hadn't stressed for three years solid over my degree only to waste all of that hard work, blowing onto my father's coffee to make it cool enough for him to drink or working in a fish shed, cleaning and gutting the fish that had been caught by the local trawler men so, on my last day in University, I contacted a head-hunter from a company in London and talked job opportunities. There seemed little point in going two hundred and sixty miles north to my parents home and then have the struggle of almost seven hundred miles to London for a reasonably well paying job so I picked the five hundred and fifty mile option from Aberdeen to London while I could still qualify for cheap student travel.

I got an apartment and the job through the head hunter, it was what they called an 'Improver' job, it meant that I was fully qualified to do the job but paid less than the job was worth until I'd got two years of experience. After the first eighteen months, that company folded but it was okay, my friendly head hunter quickly stepped in and found me another improver job but I had to start at the bottom again.

When the second job petered out after eighteen months, I was offered a third job but rather than dropping back to day one on an improver contract, I went to the local job centre and spotted that the wage for a checkout operative was actually higher than I'd been paid for long hours over the past three years...so I declined the third job offer and I went for an appointment with the supermarket's manager. I also spoke to the landlord of the apartment that I'd been living in for the last three years, I'd been paying twelve hundred pounds a month for my small bed-sit. The bed-sit's owner said that she was happy to swap my tenancy from the head hunter to me, so long as I paid her the same rent as the head hunter, nine hundred pounds a month, three hundred pounds less than I was paying the agent.

So here I was, I had a reasonably good degree and three years experience in an energy supply office but earning more money pushing groceries through a scanner at a supermarket checkout. I worked five twelve hour shifts a week, served around seven hundred customers a shift, I never really looked at any of them, never really interacted with them, I really wasn't designed or equipped to deal with large numbers of people. On my first day, a man buying four cans of strong beer made a joke with me...or could it have been a joke at my expense, he asked me if my work overall was a designer brand because the label at the neck wouldn't behave itself, it should have been tucked neatly down the back of my neck but it was standing up above it.

He was the first customer all day that I actually looked at, I took his money...yes, real money, only about one percent of my customers that day had paid with real cash so he was doubly unusual for me...no, triply unusual, his face was as black as coal but his teeth were like fine china, glowing a brilliant white and he gave me a dazzling smile as I handed him his change.

On the second day, again, I was working hard, head down, not making eye contact with anyone, I had five customers at my till, the girl on the next till only had one customer but I spotted the African guy walk purposefully past her checkout and he joined the back of my queue. I heard my neighbour passing the time of day with her one customer as she slowly scanned the woman's shopping, I served three customers and passed around fifty percent more groceries than her too.

When the African man reached me, I scanned his beer, four cans, the same as the day before but I realised that the beer was different, he passed an innocent comment, something like, "Your eyes sparkle under the fluorescent lights darling!"

Having a stranger call me darling sent a shiver down my spine and I suddenly felt the need to say something, "Erm, I see that you've changed your brand of beer tonight!"

He gave me a sweet smile, "I work out what beer gives me the highest alcohol count per penny, yesterday's beer were pint cans that were four point five percent alcohol, I worked it out to twenty pence per one hundred mills, these cans are slightly smaller but are on a special offer and are five point five percent and work out at eighteen pence per one hundred mills."

Well, that was the longest conversation that I'd had with anyone that I didn't actually know...hell, it was very possibly the longest exchange that I'd had with anyone other than my mother and father in my life.

On the third day, at team talk, that five minute period between the store opening its front door and the first customer turning up at the checkouts, I was told that we were getting a special offer in later in the day, a new line in strong beer in six pack boxes at a low price. I was given the product name and code and told to check my till had the new product programmed in before I started work.

I was working the six am to six pm shift, the African man had been visiting around four o'clock in the afternoon the past two days but today he was closer to five o'clock, he waited in my queue, even though the checkout girl on the next till was calling to him to go through her checkout. I realised that he was hanging back a little as I dealt with the credit card transaction from the customer in front of him and as soon as they left my checkout, he pushed his four can pack of beet along my conveyor belt. I did a price check rather than a full scan of his purchase, "This is one pound fifty pence for four pints of five percent beer, we have a limited time special offer that just came in today, it's a pack of six half litre cans for the same price as the four. Three litres is five and a quarter pints so it is much better value for money!"

"Well, thanks for that darling...I never even look at the six packs because they are usually too much for me. Can you cancel this purchase for me then please darling?"

"I didn't ring it in, I just asked the scanner for a price check!"

He took the four cans back to the alcohol section and picked up the new special offer, again, my checkout had a longer queue but he still waited to go through my checkout and again he repeated the holding back manoeuvre so that he was on his own at my checkout when he pushed his beer along my conveyor belt, even letting a man who was behind him go ahead.

"Thanks for telling me about this darling...hey, so...what's your name then my darling?"

"My name is Iona, Iona Wallace!"

"Wow, I've never met an Iona before...or a member of the Wallace clan..I'm Samuel...Winston...Brown, but my friends call me Sammy, and I'm very pleased to know you Iona!"

"I'm pleased to meet you too Sammy!"

He laughed, "Well, at least we're friends now!"

I watched Sammy leave the store, it looked like he was walking with a limp, I looked at the girl on the next till, it was actually the first time I'd made eye contact with her in the three days that I'd been working there, she gave me a grin and said, "Sammy must like you...he only walks with a limp when he's overly excited!" The word 'Excited' was punctuated by her raising her eyebrows twice.

I gave her a confused look.

She shook her head, "You know...Sammy dresses down the left and when he gets excited, it's difficult to walk."

I still gave her my best confused look.

"You must know...he has his..." she looked all around to make sure that we were alone and she whispered, "...cock down inside his left trouser leg and when he gets hard it's hard for him to walk normally!"

I gasped...no one in my life before had said the word 'Cock' out loud before and I suddenly had my replacement standing at my side, I had to remove my cash drawer from my till and pop it in the trolley safe so that it could be wheeled off to the manager's office.

I walked through to the staff room to collect my handbag...no coat as it was far too hot, the hottest summer in ten years. I walked out into the car park and almost jumped out of my skin, Sammy was standing behind the trolley storage bin and as I walked past, he said, "I'm glad you finished work so soon Iona but I would have waited longer happily!"

I was pounding on my chest as if I were trying to restart my heart, "God Sammy, you almost frightened me to death!"

Sammy tucked his beer under his left arm and fell in to step with me on my left. "So...where is your accent from then Iona?"

I chuckled, "Can't you guess?"

"Well, I sense a little Scottish twang but not like Glasgow or Edinburgh, that's for sure!"

"Well, I grew up way at the northern tip of Scotland but my parents are both English and there were only about fifty Scottish people living around us and they were all really old so I never spoke to them...I did spend three years in Aberdeen with girls from all over Scotland, I may have picked up a little from them.!"

He nodded his head, "That sounds about right darling."

We were at a set of pedestrian crossing lights, waiting to cross to my side of the road, "So where do you live then Iona?"

I only gave it a second's thought...I wouldn't usually tell a stranger where I lived, especially when we were so close to my home but Sammy was the first man that I'd ever spoken to...well, apart from my father and the manager at the supermarket, "I'm just up there, the top floor of number fifty-eight!"

We walked to the door and I was about to thank Sammy for walking me home when he blindsided me with, "Any chance of a coffee then Iona darling?"

"I only have instant and I might not have any milk...well, not real milk, I probably have powdered milk!"

Sammy shook his head, "Milk isn't important darling...'Black' is usually good enough for most women!"

Sammy grinned and there was that 'Raising of eyebrows twice...' I'd have to ask someone what that facial expression meant tomorrow!"

There was a fluttering in my chest, my heart couldn't quite sort its rhythm out and my head was spinning a little, I thought, 'Come on girl, get a grip, he's only a man and I'm an adult now...I can handle this!' to myself and then I nodded my head and unlocked the front door.

He followed closely behind me as I climbed the two flights of stairs to my little apartment in the attic. My bed-sit only had the one room, well two, it had a small shower room with a toilet in it behind the kitchenette, My earlier bravado evaporated in a flash when I opened my door and realised that my little home didn't even have a seat to sit on, just my single bed, I really wanted to slam my door in Sammy's face and lock it but I took a deep breath and let him follow me through the door. I dropped my handbag on the counter top and put the kettle on the hob to boil some water for coffee.

Sammy suddenly came up behind me and reached past my side to put his beer on the counter top next to my handbag. He put his hands on my shoulders and then made a disappointed sound, "Nooooo...that's ruined my fantasy!"

I was fighting to catch my breath because he was so close to me and touching my shoulders...no, not just touching, he was actually massaging my shoulders, his fingers over the front and his thumbs behind, massaging my shoulders between his thumbs and fingers.

I swallowed heard, "What fantasy was that then Sammy?"

"I like to imagine that you checkout girls don't wear anything under your sexy white overalls when it's this hot outside!"

I calmed down a little and laughed, "With the air-conditioning in the shop, I'd freeze..." I was going to say 'My tits off!' but thought that in the situation, that could be inflammatory, "...to death at my till!"

The kettle chose that moment to boil so I turned the hob off and I spooned coffee powder into two mugs, while I was occupied with making the coffee, Sammy's hands slipped down off of my shoulders, he stroked down my back, eased under my arms and then over my stomach.

He moved his hands over my abdomen and then he pulled me backwards into his own abdomen. I poured the boiling water into the mugs and tried three times to ask Sammy if he wanted sugar in his coffee but I found it difficult to speak because my throat was closing off with panic.

"I don't think I really want a coffee now, and anyway, your lips will be sweet enough..." he turned my body to face him, then he covered my lips with his and after a heart stopping twenty second kiss, he continues with, "...for me!"

I had no idea what to do, what to think, what to say, or anything...all that I did know was that I could have saved myself a little electricity by using my red face to heat the kettle to boil the water for my coffee. I took a quick mental photograph of Sammy as he leaned in again for a second kiss. This time I closed my eyes during the kiss to make my mental image stand out better in my head, he was three inches taller than me, at least twice my age, he was a good...or bad...three stones over weight for his height, he was ruggedly handsome and despite his weight, he seemed to be fit.

As he kissed me I started to relax a little, my heart started to settle down a little too and then he started rocking me from side to side. The rocking forced my legs to close together and he shuffled in a little closer, his knees bent and his feet were on the outside of my legs. Then he started to do something strange, he started to raise and lower the heel of his left foot, it took a while but I realised why he was doing that and I gasped into his mouth, causing his lips to curl into a smile. What had made me gasp was that he had a lump on the inside of his left trouser leg and lifting his leg the way he was, was rubbing that lump up and down the outside of my right leg and I also realised what...shit, what was her name...Karen the checkout girl from the till next to mine had meant by, 'Dressing down the left!'

He pulled his lips off of mine and said, "I'll bet you've never felt a cock as big as that before...have you darling?"

I felt my face heat up all over again, I chided myself to answer him honestly but my throat was still very constricted with emotion so I had to force out a very squeaky "I've never even kissed a man on the lips before in my life...never mind have a man rub his...erm...himself against me!"

He stepped away from me and as he said, "Really?" I was looking down at his left leg to see the lump that was standing out through his trouser leg.

I nodded my head and ran through my childhood, the description of the area I lived in and then my years at University in Aberdeen.

"What about the last three years...while you've been living here?"

I turned back to the coffee cups and stirred sugar into my coffee, I looked over my shoulder and said, "Do you want sugar in your coffee?"

He gave me a reluctant smile, "One please!"

"Well, how come you haven't met anyone in the past three years?"

I handed him his cup of black coffee and looked awkwardly at my single bed...the only place I had to sit in the room.

"The thing is, I..." I moved very slowly towards my single bed that was pushed tightly up against my bed-sit's wall, "...I was working as an 'Improver' for renewable energy companies, I was trying to build up my credentials, so I was working very long hours, sometimes, seventy hours a week...so I just didn't have time for any kind of social life!"

Sammy put his coffee back on the counter and he gave me the first serious look I'd seen on his face, "Would you prefer it if I left you and went home...I mean...I did kind of hijack you...didn't I?"

I don't know why but I suddenly felt panic rising in my body, I jumped in quickly with a "No! I mean, I did invite you in for a cup of coffee...didn't I?"

I was mirroring, something that I'd learnt on my university course to try to get a client on my side or a co-worker to do something that I wanted them to do for or with me.

I got a sweet smile as I sat on my bed, "I'm sorry that I don't have a sofa or a chair but I've never had enough money to buy anything of my own!"

He sipped at his coffee, "Mmmmm..." he was smiling and then he pulled a sour face, "...I wanted to say lovely but I can't lie, this is the worst coffee I've ever tasted!"

There was a little pile of cushions covering my pillow at the head of my bed, when alone in the evenings, I would sit with that pile of cushions behind my back as I sat on my bed reading a book. Sammy grabbed two and he said, "Is it okay if I sit next to you?"

"Of course, there isn't anywhere else to sit in here, is there?"

Sammy offered me one pillow but when I tried to take it from him, he snatched it away and then he offered it to me again so this time, I leaned forward so that Sammy could slide the cushion behind my back and I relaxed back into it.

Sammy placed the second cushion next to the one I was leaning against and he sat on the bed next to me, he didn't put his back against his cushion, he rested his elbow on top of it so that his body was more facing mine. I looked instantly at his left inner thigh, I think that my confession that I was still a virgin at twenty four years of age had cooled his ardour somewhat.

We chatted for a few minutes before Sammy admitted defeat and asked me if I minded him throwing his coffee away and if he could open one of his cans of beer and drink that instead.

I just smiled and nodded my head. Sammy poured his coffee down the sink and he opened the packaging around his pack of beer, "Would you like a can as well darling?"

I shook my head, "I've never tasted beer either."

He returned to the side of my bed, I saw a hungry look in his eyes and there was a little jolt down inside his left trouser leg, he saw my eyes flick down to his left leg and the little smile that crossed my lips as his cock grew and stretched the material of his trouser leg. He was looking down at the bottom of my work overall, he was trying to see further under my clothes than he could actually see but that was okay, I was looking at the python wriggling down the inside of his trouser leg and wishing that I could see through the material the same way that he was wishing that he could see through the cheap nylon overall that I was wearing.

"Have you ever tasted beer?"

I shook my head.

"You should at least try a taste...you never know, you might quite like the taste." And as if to prove his point, he took a swallow from his can and grinned, "Hey, this isn't half bad for a budget beer!"

He offered me his can before he sat down on my bed again, "Go on, you should try everything at least once, even if you don't like it, at least you'd know why."

I took the can and had a little sip, I pulled a face, "God, this is worse than my coffee, in fact, I doubt that there is a worse tasting liquid in the world than this beer!"

He grinned as his hand caught a hold of his cock, "There is one liquid that I'm told is more disgusting when a woman first tastes it but eventually most women grow to love the taste!"

I gave him a confused look.

"Haven't you even heard of a blow job before?"

I shook my head...my mouth too dry to answer as I watched his hand rubbing up and down the length of his cock.

"A blow job means sucking on one of these darling and if you're very good at doing it, you're rewarded by a little man juice...the first few times...well, let's just say it takes a while to get used to the taste, just like beer."

He sat at my side again, he pressed his elbow down on the cushion so he was looking at me again, "Have you ever even see a man's cock before...I mean in real life, not in a dick pic on your phone or on line?"

I laughed, "You aren't going to believe this but there wasn't any internet in the area that I lived on the northern tip of Scotland, I couldn't afford a mobile phone when I was in university, and anyway, I didn't have any friends that I needed a mobile phone to talk to. I bought a mobile phone when I moved into London just because it worked out cheaper than paying for a land-line connection..." I took my mobile phone out of my bag and showed it to him, "...I only have two numbers in the list, the supermarket and my parent's house in Scotland."

"Would you like me to send you a picture of my dick Iona?"

My head spun in his direction, the grin on his face was missing, "Seriously? I mean...you want to send a picture of your dick to my mobile phone?"

He furrowed his forehead, "Well, I'd really prefer it if you took the dick pic yourself on your own phone Iona darling!"

I chuckled, "You want to model for me to take a nude photograph of you Sammy?"

"I'm being serious, Iona, I'd like to undress for you to take a picture of my cock...you've never seen anything like it...and I love showing my monster off to sexy virgins!"

I sipped at my cup of coffee while a little voice at the back of my head said, 'What's wrong with you woman...he's right, you really should try everything at least once and you have been curious about what his cock looks like in the flesh!'

I started stabbing my finger at the screen, flicking from left to right and back again, even from the top to the bottom and back before throwing my phone on the bed at my side, "I can't even get the blooming camera app to work!"

Sammy picked my phone up, he turned the screen to face me, "This is the camera app...this is the front camera, you use it for video chats and press here to switch to the back camera, that is the best quality camera."

He handed me my phone back with the camera app working and it switched to the rear camera.

"Would you like me to strip totally naked for you or just get my cock out of my pants?"

'In for a penny...in for a pound!'

"I'd like to see you totally naked please"

You know that little issue of arrhythmia and tachycardia I had when I started climbing the stairs with Sammy behind me...well, that was back. As I watched Sammy take his shirt off and saw rippling muscles across his chest and not flab...I started feeling faint as my heart went 'Gaga'.

He spent several minutes teasing me as he unfastened his trousers before finally pulling them down and exposing something that looked like it should be hanging down from a stud pony, not under the belly of a man. I snapped a picture.

"I'm not fully hard yet...if you give me a little rub, it'll make a better picture for you to keep!"

He knelt on my bed and then he straddled my legs, his cock pointing at my belly, I had my phone in my left hand so I reached out for his cock with my right and started to rub. 'Oh what a night, first kiss from a man...first man in my bedroom and now...oh wait, first taste of beer and now touching my first man's cock!'

As I rubbed, he grew bigger and harder and his cock slowly lifted, its little eye looking from my overall covered belly to my overall covered breasts and finally on to my face as I rubbed his cock faster and harder. His breathing started to grow faster, I saw his massive muscles starting to contract and suddenly he erupted all over my face and hair.

"And that's the stuff that tastes nasty for the first few times you try it!"

I was totally shocked when he blasted off over my head but I still managed to remember to snap a picture of his cock before he started to go flaccid.

He left me for a few moments, he went into my tiny shower room and he came back with a hand towel and soap covered face cloth. He washed his spunk off of my face with the face cloth and then he dried my face and my hair with the towel. It was a good job that I kept my hair short or a covering of spunk could have taken quite a while to clean up.

Sammy lifted my legs and turned them towards the foot of the bed, my upper body fell towards the head of the bed. It was a tight squeeze but we both got on my single bed together, Sammy still totally naked and I was still wearing my work overall and underwear. We spent about an hour kissing and cuddling before Sammy touched my breasts, they were still covered by my bra and work overall but it was the first time anyone had fondled them and that was a major milestone in my life.

Even though Sammy didn't ask me too, as he was kissing me and playing with my tits, I took his cock in my hand again and just fondled his flaccid cock. There was a step change when Sammy started rubbing his right hand down from my breasts, down over my ribcage.

My heart problem seemed to have started all over again, as his right hand closed in on my knickers, I was on the very edge of a swoon. I didn't really know what to expect...what to happen, this was all way outside my expectation and when I felt the warmth of his hand on my knee and his hand was retreating to the north again, I lifted my bottom so that my overall dress didn't stop Sammy getting to his goal.

He was still playing on the outside of my body but now his fingers were rubbing over the crotch of my knickers and my legs were as wide apart as they could go without kicking Sammy out of my bed. He was using quite a lot of pressure but still being careful to keep his hand on the outside of my knickers. He was just applying a lot of pressure and friction as he rubbed his hand up and down my gash. I knew of course that there was a little spot at the entrance to my vagina that caused me a great deal of pleasure if I brushed it with my towel after a shower but my mother had warned me all of my life that actually playing with that part of my body would make me ill, all kinds of women's problems were caused by her touching herself...even with clean hands.

I started to have my very first orgasm and it was mind-blowing...while Sammy's orgasm lasted about a minute or perhaps even less and then his cock lost interest and slipped away from my hand, I wasn't so lucky...or should that be unlucky. My body told me that I'd had enough pleasure and I was trying to push Sammy's hand away from my knickers but rather than stopping, Sammy increased the speed of his hand, he had lifted his upper body away from the bed because he was putting so much pressure onto my pussy and his hand was moving so fast that his fingers were just a blur, more vibrating than moving. His fingers were a blur but then the room began to blur too.

All colour drained from the room and I had a pleasure overload and my body closed down, I passed out.

My radio burst into life, local radio news shouting at me to wake up. I stretched, I was still wearing my work overall, knickers and bra. I froze, there was no black body at my side...was it all a wonderful dream, did I imagine bringing a man home to my bed-sit and wanking him off all over my face and hair...was it all just my sexual frustrations manifesting themselves in a mountain of pleasure.

The radio was just giving the result of yesterday's weather, my area of London reached twenty-nine degrees centigrade yesterday, I thought, 'Heat exhaustion...that's why I was fantasising last night, it was too hot!'

"And the forecast for today is that it may reach as high as thirty-three degrees today, the pollen count is extremely high, take precautions folks, keep out of the afternoon sun whenever possible, drink plenty of water and before we return to 'Pop around the clock', here is a word from our sponsor!"

I could almost do the voice-over to the first advert after the news, it was for 'The Fragrance of the East' restaurant on Westminster Road. I was humming along to the Indian singer extolling the virtues of their world famous vindaloo. I knew it as 'Carne de vinha d'alhos!' The original Portuguese version of the name, now that was what I call romantic...

'This is no good Iona, time for a shower and clean clothes and off to work for me.

I twisted in my bed to sit upright. My toes brushed the carpet and then tangled in a hand towel, 'Now how did that get...' A wet face cloth tipped onto the carpet. 'Sammy spunked all over my face and into my hair in my dream, he went to my bathroom and came back with that towel and face cloth!'

I stripped and touched myself between my legs, there was a slight soreness...my mother was dead right, touching that part of my body would cause health issues...

I chuckled at myself, I was walking across my bed-sitting room in the nude, I never did that, I hadn't closed my curtains last night and the house opposite had a flat that looked straight into my bed-sitting room, I changed course, turned from my bathroom door and walked closer to the window, I took a ginger look across the street, his bedroom curtains were closed, as were his living room curtains, I gave a disappointed sigh, it was too early for the man across the road to be up and about...I didn't know him but I had seen him a few times as I sat on my bed, he would usually be closing his curtains or opening his window, he always looked over at me, he always smiled...I always blushed and looked away...

I took one more step, I was right against the window now, my nipples actually touching the glass, I looked down into the street, both directions, nothing moving, no one about...I could see Westminster Road, that had a few cars driving slowly up and down but no one would be looking in my direction I was sure of that.

I took my shower, the only good thing about getting up for work in the middle of the night was having hot water for my shower, the whole house, all five bed-sits shared the one hot water supply and at five-fifteen in the morning, the hot water tank was totally full of hot water.

I was drying myself as the local news started again at five-thirty, the news had changed slightly, the government had issued an 'Amber Warning' for extreme temperature, the meteorological office had updated the temperature forecast to thirty-four degrees centigrade, the announcer was explaining that there was a risk to health for the elderly or people with heart conditions or chest/breathing issues. I was just walking from the bathroom drying my hair still when the advert started to play, the second advert was always for a free table naan if four or more people were sharing a table but the voice I heard wasn't an Indian man, it was an African voice and rather than the naan advert, I heard him saying, "I like to fantasise that you checkout girls don't wear anything under your sexy white overalls when it's this hot outside!"

I pulled my knicker drawer open and looked in to the sea of white and then I told myself, 'Why not...it is going to be an incredibly hot day today!'

I took a deep breath and pulled my clean overall dress over my totally naked body.

I started an internal argument with myself, things like the overall is too short, if you sit down at the till, customers might be able to see your bare fanny...the top is too low, if you lean forwards, customers might be able to see your tits! I mumbled, "I never sit down at my till unless there aren't any customers coming through and if I lean forwards, I'd bump my head on the covid screen before anyone saw my breasts.

I left my bedsit before the inner voices won and I changed my mind about going to work with no underwear on.

I left my little side street and crossed Westminster Road. This was only the fourth time that I'd made this walk at a quarter to six in the morning, I'd noticed that cars often slowed down when they drove past me on Westminster Road but I'd never looked in their direction before, today though, as a car slowed down, I looked at the driver, he gave me a smile and he wound down the passenger's window, "Hello darling...you need a lift anywhere baby?"

I moved to the side of the silver BMW and bent down to look into the car, I instantly realised that he could see down the front of my overall dress but I didn't panic...I took a deep breath, smiled at him and said, "Thanks for the offer but I'm at work already..." I made a gesture over my shoulder with my thumb, "...I'm a cashier at Tesco's over there!"

He gave me a salacious grin, "Hop in, I'll give you a lift to the door!"

I actually checked my wrist watch, I couldn't believe that I was actually checking if I had any time to spare, "Sorry love, I have to be at my till and ready to work in less than ten minutes time!"

"You should leave home a little earlier tomorrow, I'm usually about here from five o'clock looking for fun before I have to go to work!"

"I'm off tomorrow and Saturday, my next shift is Sunday!"

"Pity, my wife doesn't let me out to play at the weekends...how about Monday morning then?"

I was walking away from his car by now, I called back over my shoulder, "Monday I'm on twelve o'clock until midnight!"

He had to shout for me to hear him, "Just my luck...if it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all!"

I was walking on cloud nine all the way into work. I had to go in through the loading bay because the roller shutter doors were closed over the front of the store. I dropped my handbag in my locker and took my bottle of spring water with me to my till. I saw the manager standing with...shit...what was her name? Karen...that's her name...the manager was talking to Karen as he waited to press the open button for the roller shutter door.

I spotted that his left arm was across Karen's back, his fingers looped over the top of her left shoulder, I stepped closer, he lifted his right arm across my back and his fingers looped over my right shoulder, this was his usual thing...every morning he gave us a little pep-talk like this but today was the first time that his fingers danced across my right shoulder, he was searching for my bra strap and when he didn't find one, he looked into my eyes and smiled.

"There is only one thing on the books this morning, two new photographs to look at, shoplifters that have been banned from entering this store, their pictures are in your folders, please look at them before you start serving customers, if you see any of the faces in the store, use the tannoy to alert security please as soon as you can!"

I stepped into the space behind my till, there were no customers in the store yet so I sat on my seat, a voice came from behind me, "Did you take that African guy home with you last night?"

It was Karen...of course, she left work at the same time as me last night, she would have seen me walking towards my house with Sammy.

"Well?"

I turned towards her, "Well what?"

"Is he as big as he looks...I mean, he looks magnificent when he's flaccid...what does his cock look like when he gets down to business?"

I felt my face colour up...I really wanted to lie and say that he didn't stop. I spotted movement in the corner of my eye and turned to see the BMW driver that had propositioned me out on Westminster Road...he had picked up a packet of gum and was offering it to me to pay for it. I rang it into the till, "Fifty pence please sir!"

He offered me a twenty pound note, I took it off of him and realised that he was trying to look up under the hem of my overall dress because I was still sitting down. My inner voice was shouting, 'Stand up or he'll see...' I shushed my inner voice and just clamped my thighs together to spoil his fun.

"So darling, what time do you finish work today?"

I passed his twenty pound note under my note scanner to make sure that it wasn't counterfeit before I gave him nineteen pounds and fifty pence change, as I handed it over, I said, "Nineteen pounds and fifty pence change...erm, I'm on shift until six o'clock tonight!"

He shook his head, "Like I said earlier...if it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all! My name is Martin, I hope that you remember to set out early next time you're on your early shift darling."

Karen said, "Iona...you're a real dark horse aren't you? So, how big is the African's cock then?"

I looked at her again, "I don't really have anything to judge it by, I'm still a virgin, his was the first one I'd ever seen..." I gave a little giggle, "...he made me take a photograph of it on my mobile phone!"

"Still a virgin?"

I nodded my head.

"Well then, come on, show me his picture!"

"My phone is in my handbag...if you really want to see, I'll show you at six o'clock tonight!"

"Oh, I really want to see his picture!"

I started working my customers, I stood up when I was working, customers came in waves, there were busy times and quiet ones, at ten o'clock I was due a mandatory coffee break, our manager had relieved Karen at her till...well, he took over till three because when Karen's tea break came around at a quarter to ten, it was a busy period and we needed two checkouts to deal with the customer volume. Fifteen minutes later, it was a quiet period again. He came up behind me as Karen was settling back into her seat at her till, I was actually sitting down as he looked over my shoulder, he was definitely trying to look down the front of my overall as he told me to go for my tea break.

I usually walked to the staff room for my tea break but today, as it was so hot, I didn't want a cup of tea so I opted to step out of the front door, into the car park.

I spotted Sammy talking to a car driver parked out in the car park, I saw Sammy stand up straight and he did a three-sixty scan all around, his right hand moved backwards towards the driver, it was a fast move, something left Sammy's fingers and it was replaced with a twenty pound note. Sammy had spotted me as he did his scan around, he waved his left hand at me and joined me in front of the store.

He wrapped me in his arms, his hands on my buttocks as his lips covered mine, I felt him grope around my bum, he was feeling for knickers and when he didn't find any, his hands moved quickly from my bottom, up over my ribcage to my shoulder blades, he felt around there as well and his lips turned into a smile against mine, "No knickers or bra darling?"

"Well, it's supposed to be the hottest day in five years today...and anyway...you told me that it was your fantasy that we checkout girls sat around all day wearing just our overalls and nothing else. Sooooo...oh, Karen...the woman on the next till to mine wants to see the picture I took of you last night."

"Is Karen dressed the same as you today?"

I shook my head, "No I don't think so!"

"Pity...I'd love to see you both side by side dressed like I was in the picture...but if she wants to see and you're happy to show her then do...just be discrete about it!"

He pulled at the neck of my overall and popped the top press stud, pulling the neckline of my overall open as wide as it could go until the second press stud stopped it.

I checked my wrist watch, I still had lots of time because I hadn't gone down to the staff room.

"Erm, what did you just sell to the guy in that car for twenty quid?"

Sammy smiled at my question, he did the three hundred and sixty degree scan around us to make sure that we were all alone, he dipped his hand into his left trouser pocket, he took out a tiny zip-lock bag, just a little bigger than a postage stamp, he put the bag on the palm of his right hand so that I could see what was in it, there were four little pills, two had smiley faces impressed into their surfaces and two had a crown impressed into them...not the kind of crown that a king or a queen would wear, the kind of crown that would be used in a cartoon or animated film, four tall pointed spikes. Sammy turned the bag over, the two pills with the smiley face on one side had crowns on the other and vice versa.

"What are they?"

He smiled at me, "I thought that you went to university...didn't they sell these on your campus?"

I shook my head.

"They are called ecstasy...men buy then to give to their girlfriends to make them more interested in love!"

I smiled at that, "Sexist drugs then!"

"Well, most men don't need help to get them interested in sex, most men are interested in sex all the time...some men might need Viagra to give them the equipment to follow through with their interest though."

So, Sammy was a bit of a drug dealer but then, this part of London, most people seemed to live on the edge of the law and then I was reminded about my walk into work this morning so I told Sammy about Martin. It caused Sammy to laugh again, "Men must have done things like that to you for the last three years, living around here!"

I thought for a moment, "Well, I guess they have but I've never looked at them until today...and that was your fault...encouraging me to be more open and less shy."

"Did you talk to him or just run for the safety of work?"

I went through the conversation, the fact that he told me to leave home a little earlier tomorrow so that he could take me for a ride!"

"Did it excite you talking to him like that?"

"I had butterfly's in my stomach and my mouth was dry, I think my heart was beating way too fast...I suppose that counts."

Sammy nodded his head, "And will you...leave home earlier I mean...so that you can have a little chat with him before you start work tomorrow?"

I shook my head, "I told him that I was off after today until Sunday!"

"I'll bet that's no good to him, be too hard to explain being out on a Sunday to his wife!"

I chuckled, "That's what he said...I told him that Monday I was on a twelve to midnight shift but that would be no good for him, he has to be at work at that time of the day!"

Sammy kissed me again, "Well, you could always get up at your normal time tomorrow and go out for a coffee with the guy!"

My chuckle turned into a belly laugh, "I don't think he wants a cup of my coffee..."

Sammy jumped in with, "Not the way you make it darling but...if you had a packet of condoms, what harm would it do to let him have a little fun, so long as he wears a rubber...you never know, you might enjoy it as well."

I checked my wrist watch again, I gave him a quick kiss, "Time to get back to work...erm...darling!"

As I walked into the store through the exit and stepped into my checkout, I said. "Karen, I've just asked Sammy if I can show you his picture and he said that it was okay..." I looked into her face and smiled at her, "...he said that he'd like to see you dressed the same way...no, actually, he said that he'd like to see both of us dressed the same way, standing side by side!"

Karen said, "It would make a nice change from my old man...he has the dick of a twelve year old boy...pity he doesn't have the recycle rate of that twelve year old boy as well!"

There was still a little of the old shy me in my head, it had shocked me a little that Karen had described her husband's cock to me. She didn't see the flash of shock on my face, she was scanning the shop to see if there were any customers close to us, "He's a grave disappointment to be honest, we only fuck about once a month and it's always the same, he gets in before I'm ready for him and by the time I'm comfortable, it's all over, if I'm lucky, I'll get a kiss after he's finished off in me but more often than not, as soon as he's emptied his balls, he just rolls off of me and sticks his bum in my side, leaving me with his mess to clean up...Is that all madam...that will be just one pound please!"

I was even more shocked that she hadn't stopped telling me her dirty story when a customer was at the end of her conveyor belt.

Everything went manic between eleven o'clock and two, I was sent for my thirty minute lunch break at two o'clock but this time I went to my locker and collected my phone, I took it to Karen with a roast beef sandwich for my lunch, I paid Karen for my sandwich...less staff discount of course. I checked that no one was close enough to see my phone's screen and I showed Karen Sammy's first picture, his cock about two thirds extended, Karen said "Wow!"

I swiped the screen to the left and the new picture of Sammy fully rampant with his hand behind the head of his cock and Karen said, "Oh my God...is that real...I mean, you haven't photo-shopped it or anything have you?"

I turned the screen off and shook my head, "It's all real life Karen!"

I took my phone back to my locker, went into the staff room to eat my sandwich but changed my mind as it was hotter than hell in there, I went out of the back of the store, through the loading bay, the truck that had just finished unloading was driving away from the dock but he didn't go far, he just pulled out onto the lorry park at the back and he stopped.

He had a flask in his hand as he stood looking in my direction, he walked over to me, all casual like, "Hello darling...hot enough for you?"

I looked up at him and smiled, his eyes were firmly fixed on my chest, he could definitely see far too much because I was sitting on the wall and Sammy had unfastened the top button on the overall dress. He definitely had a 'Weegie' accent so I said, "Where are you from in Scotland?"

"Bargeddie...do you know it?"

I shook my head, "No, I just thought you sounded like a 'Weegie', I'm from much further north. I was brought up on the coast at a place called Scarfskerry Point!"

He offered me a cup of his coffee, I shook my head, "Are you having problems with your lorry?"

He shook his head this time, "No, when I deliver to this store, I know that I can park up here in the large car park for my forty-five minute mandatory break!"

"Not a very pretty location, just concrete and brick walls all around you, couldn't you drive out to a lay-by in the country somewhere?"

He laughed and said, "I was going to go across the Westminster Road, see if there's anything pretty to look at over there on the corner of Disraeli Street!"

"Are you a fan of Victorian architecture?"

"No..." he looked like he was contemplating fibbing to me or telling me the truth, "...No, not architecture, the pretty girls that work over there..." he checked my face for the first time, dragging his eyes up from my partially exposed tits, he was looking to see if I was shocked or disgusted, he smiled at my neutral expression, "...I'm lucky enough to have twenty quid in my back pocket without an owner, I was hoping that I could get a twenty quid hand job off of a pretty wee thing!"

I smiled at that, "Is that where all the prostitutes are then?"

"Not really, there are prostitutes all over this area but they tend to gravitate to that street corner. You don't mind prostitutes then?"

"I'm guessing that about half our takings come from prostitutes."

He looked back at my tits and then he looked at the delivery bay, there was no one around, "How much time do you have of your lunch break then darling?"

I looked at my wrist watch, "I have twenty minutes left!"

"I don't suppose that you fancy a little kiss and cuddle with me in my cab do you darling?"

I heard Sammy's voice in my head, 'If you had a packet of condoms, what harm would it do to let him have a little fun, so long as he wears a rubber...you might even enjoy it too?'

I bit my inner lip as I thought, I could ask him if he has a condom...

"So...like...you just looking for a hand then?"

He nodded his head, it would be nice to have a kiss and a cuddle as well, perhaps see more of your tits...that would be lovely too!" ***

I bit down on my inner lip again, a little harder this time as Sammy's voice echoed in my head again, ' what harm would it be?'

"Where?"

He looked over his shoulder, "I have a sleep cab on my truck!"

I pushed myself up to my feet, "Okay!"

He opened the driver's door and invited me to go up ahead of him, "Just pop straight into the back!"

I slipped through the gap in the seats and knelt on his bed, he sat on the driver's seat and closed his curtains before joining me in the back. There was a passionate kiss and he was mauling my tits as he kissed me. He pulled his lips off of mine, "Can I take your overall off please darling?"

I gripped the front of my overall dress myself and pulled my hands apart, throwing my overall off of my back, I was kneeling there, totally naked in a split second, he said, "Can I fuck you?" as I was pulling his zip down and easing his cock out of his trousers

I shook my head and then that little voice at the back of my head, the one that always offered me sage advice at difficult times whispered, 'His cock is less than half the size of Sammy's, if he has a condom, he could help you out, get you ready to take Sammy more comfortably when he's ready to fuck you!"

I was rubbing his cock as he fondled my tits and reached between my legs for my cunt, "Erm...do you have a condom?"

He suddenly developed a 'Cheshire cat grin' as he nodded his head, he almost leapfrogged the front seat, his box of condoms were in the glove box, he handed me a condom, I tore the packet and rolled the condom down his cock, "Do you have a towel or something to put under my bum?"

"Why, you on the rag darling?"

"No, I'm still a virgin, I might bleed a little...I may not, I did a lot of horse riding when I was younger so I have no idea what will happen!"

I eagerly got into position on my back on his bed, he didn't care if I made a mess in his bed, he was just desperate to fuck someone...anyone!

I didn't actually bleed, I loved every second of my first ever fuck, he managed to control himself so that he gave me lots of pleasure before he filled his condom...just two minutes before my lunch break ended, I managed to pull my overall dress on and fasten enough buttons to make me decent so that I could run back to work, fastening the rest of the poppers as I ran.

Karen smiled at me, "You look flushed...hey, and you smell of sex, have you been with the African guy for a nooner?"

I felt my face colour up, I looked around the store to make sure that it was safe to talk, "What the hell is a nooner?"

Karen gave me an exasperated look, "Sex at lunchtime...well, sex at any time in the afternoon really...been years since I had a nooner...and it wasn't with that useless lump that I call my husband either...he prefers to do it in the dark...well, at night and when we're in bed..." Karen seemed to drift off into her own little world, "...not on the bonnet of his wife's Ford Focus at the back of the Council offices on a cold and frosty Christmas Eve afternoon!"

"Christmas Eve...who was that with?"

She gave an awkward look towards the manager's office but said nothing, she gestured for the next customer to go through her checkout.

I waited for another gap in the stream of customers, it was ten to three by that time, ten more minutes and the 'Yummy-mummies' would be flooding through the store with toddlers in tow.

"How the hell did you manage that...I mean Mr Green, and on the bonnet of his wife's car?"

"We were all working from six am until lunch time and then they closed the store until Boxing Day, everyone went to the Crown pub for a drink and Mr Green stopped me as we walked across the council offices car park and, one thing led to another and we ended up doing it on the bonnet of his wife's car, fortunately he had a key to it so the alarm didn't go off while we were fucking!"

"Why didn't you do it in the car rather than on its bonnet at lunchtime?"

"He didn't want his wife to smell sex when she picked her car up to go home...it isn't like there were people around."

"Wasn't it awkward..." I served a customer and after he left I turned back to Karen, "...I mean, like on Boxing Day...you know, the next time that you were on shift together?"

She hid her smile, "It was a little, he has asked me for a date a few times since, he wants to have another crack at me but in a bed! And you must have noticed that he touches me all the time, like this morning when you came up to us."

"But he touched me the same way as well!"

Because it looked like you weren't wearing a bra and he wanted to check if you were or not."

Sammy disappointed me, he didn't come in for his usual four cans of beer...but then, he only had one can out of the six that he bought yesterday, well, only one while he was with me so he could still have four or five cans from that pack.

At six o'clock, I fetched my handbag, the loading bay was closed off so I had to go out of the front of the store, Sammy made me jump out of my skin again, he was behind the trolley store again and said "Hello darling!" as I walked past him.

Sammy slipped his right arm across my back and he leaned in to kiss me, "Did you have a good day darling?"

I looked into his eyes, grinned at him and nodded my head enthusiastically.

"Oh really...did your friend from the walk to work this morning come back for another go at you at lunch time then?"

"No, I was sitting out the back, by the loading bay eating my lunch when one of the truck drivers chatted me up, he told me that he was going across to the corner of Disraeli Street and Westminster Road to see if he could find a girl who might be interested in helping him out sexually!"

Sammy raised his eyebrows, "He was probably going to Victoria House, that's where the girls work from at the Westminster Road end of Disraeli Street..."

I smiled inwardly, "You mean that Victoria House is a brothel?"

Sammy nodded his head, "Justin's a friend of mine, he owns the house. I help out a few times a week when he needs a doorman, just a few hours but the pay is reasonably good and a guy of my size doesn't get much shit from the customers!"

I shook my head, so, a drug dealer and...what...a madam? A pimp? A bodyguard? Or an enforcer? Sammy was definitely the kind of man that my mother warned me to stay away from while I was in London!

We got to the end of the car park and I went to turn to the right towards my apartment but Sammy stopped me, he pulled me to the left, towards Disraeli Street. As we walked at the side of Westminster Road, a car slowed down, the driver wound the front passenger window, Sammy didn't react but I looked at the driver, he called out, "Hello darling...looking for business?"

I looked at Sammy, he grinned, "He's asking you if you'd like to earn a little spending money by being nice to him in his car!"

"What...he's asking me that when I'm walking along with my arm wrapped around your waist...is he crazy?"

Sammy shook his head, "No, he knows me..." Sam looked down into the car, "...hi Mick, you at a loose end tonight?"

"Hi Sammy, I've been to Victoria House but everyone is busy and I'm cash rich but time poor!"

"What you looking for Mick?"

"To be honest with you mate, I'd be happy with a hand job, I've been reading porn all afternoon and now I'm going out of my mind with the frustration...I wish I hadn't read that bloody porn now!"

Sammy gave me a sideways look, "You want me to put in a few calls for you, see what I can find?"

"If you would please mate!"

Sammy stepped away from the car, he was calling people...well, women on his mobile, he had called five women but there seemed to be an issue with each one, he was ringing a sixth woman when he looked at me, "She's not picking up...how would you feel about giving my mate Mick a helping hand?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just go with him in his car to the back of the council offices, rub his cock for him until he cums and he'll give you thirty quid...if you like the look of him, you could give him a blow-job for fifty quid or let him screw you for a ton!"

I didn't say "You must be bloody joking mate!" like I should have done...what I did say was, "I don't have any condoms!"

That caused Sammy to give me his own version of a Cheshire cat grin, he reached into his left pocket and took out the little bag that he had shown me earlier, "Here, take one of these, it will help you to relax!"

Sammy pressed one of his pills against my lips, I was about to shake my head and refuse to take the little pill but Sammy had been right so far, giving things a try once and if I didn't like it, I wouldn't have to do it again if I didn't want to. I let him push his ecstasy into my mouth and managed to swallow it down without water.

Sammy swapped his phone into his left hand and his right hand went into his right hand pocket, "Oh, hi Veronica...I have a friend looking for a bit of business...oh, okay, sorry to bother you!"

Sammy kissed me and he gave me a serious look as he discretely pressed a condom lozenge into my hand, "You wait here for a minute darling!"

Sammy went over to the car, he opened the front passenger door and sat in the seat to have a quick conversation with him.

Sammy came back to me and he kissed me, "You feeling okay?"

I nodded my head.

"Look, it is totally up to you, just go in the car with Mick, if all you want to do is rub his cock for him until he has his happy ending...he'll be happy with that and he'll give you thirty quid...that will be like almost four hour's wage after tax and insurance for around twenty minutes of fun. If you decide to give him a blow-job rather than a wank, he'll give you fifty quid, that's about six hours pay for around thirty minutes work and if you let him use the condom in you, well, that's a full day's pay for around an hour's work and you won't have to pay tax and national insurance on that money!"

I popped the silver foil covered condom into my handbag and gave a worried look over my shoulder towards Mick. Sammy kissed me again and said, "If it worries you too much, just say no, it won't be a problem, I've tried my best to get him a woman...you really are the last option for him in this town, he'll have to go looking in another part of London if you don't fancy him!"

'Fancy him' reverberated around in my head. If I'd been out in a pub for drink...would I have let him pick me up...yes, I know that's a mute point, I'd never allowed any man to pick me up...so far, but then, I was looking into Mick's eyes and before yesterday, I wouldn't even have been able to do that so, I asked myself the question, 'If I'd been sitting in a pub on my own and Mick had come up to me and offered to buy me a drink...would I have said yes?'

Mick was reasonably good looking, he was clean shaven, he didn't look overweight or anything, he had a nice, if hopeful, smile on his face so I slipped into the passenger seat at Mick's side. I was really nervous but then suddenly Sammy climbed into the back seat behind me and I was suddenly very surprised!

As soon as Sammy closed his door, Mick took off for the local council offices, they had a massive car park, it was designed for something like five hundred cars but with the recent staffing cutbacks and environmental initiatives like cycle to work, car sharing and charging staff for parking in the car park, the council's car park never had more than one hundred cars in it these days. Mick paid two pounds to use the car park's 'Pay and display' area for an hour and he tucked his car into a secluded corner...as far away from the building and car park's entrance as possible.

Mick stopped and pulled his handbrake on, Sammy jumped out of the back of the car and he opened my door, "Hop into the back darling, I'll keep a look out for you!"

I slipped from the front passenger seat and into the back, Sammy bent into the front of the car and slid the front seat as far forward as it would go, Mick did the same on the other side of the car and then he joined me in the back. I placed my handbag between my feet and settled back to wait for Mick.

He kissed me and smiled, "Girls usually hate it when...erm...men try to kiss them...it makes a nice change to be able to have a nice kiss and cuddle". I looked out of the front window, Sammy was ten feet away, he was looking all around including looking at us in the back seat of Mick's car.

"Okay, what would you like darling, thirty pounds worth of fun, fifty or the full one hundred?"

I looked out of the front window again, I could see that Sammy had a serious look on his face as he was looking around the car park but when he looked at me, he gave me a warm smile and as he did that, I popped the second popper on my overall dress and pulled the top of my dress open, exposing my tits, it was the first time that Sammy had seen my tits in the flesh. Sammy didn't look at me for too long, he was back on guard duty again, looking around the car park as Mick leaned in to kiss my breasts and suck my nipples into his mouth.

Mick moved away again, "Look darling, I know that you aren't really a working girl and you're just doing Sammy a favour so if you don't want to help me out, I quite understand!"

I pulled at the front of my dress again, popping the third and fourth press studs open.

"Can I start out just wanking you and see how I feel as we go along?"

Mick grinned, "That seems fair to me darling!"

Sammy was looking in our direction again as Mick pulled his t-shirt off over his head. I popped the last few press studs open and slipped out of my overall dress. Sammy watched until Mick kicked his trousers off and I reached over and took a hold of his cock, I rubbed him for a few moments as he kissed me and played with my tits, after five minutes he put his hand on top of mine, "God that was close, you're really good at this darling...a natural!"

I smiled at his praise and then I wriggled around in the seat and rolled over him, dipping my head down over his lap and taking his cock in my mouth. I sucked him for a few moments and wondered what it would be like to try this on Sammy's massive cock, especially when my lips reached his pubic hair and balls, I had all of his cock in my mouth without any difficulty at all...I knew that I'd never get all of Sammy's cock in my mouth like this!

There was a knock on the window on Mick's side of the car, I lifted my head, another car was driving across the car park, it had been heading for the spot that Mick had parked in. As the car got closer, I saw a very disappointed look on Karen's face, she was in the front passenger seat of Mr Green's car, he made a sudden turn, a wide arch to the right and parked thirty feet away from us. As soon as they stopped, they both reclined their seats and got down to a little loving.

I was sitting up now, just fondling Mick's cock with my left hand rather than actually wanking him. I looked down at my handbag and spotted my right hand was working on its own, I saw it slip into my handbag and pull back out with the condom trapped between two fingers. Sammy's voice popped into my head, even though he was too far away from the car now for me to hear anything he actually said but the Sammy voice in my head said, "Well, the right hand side of your body wants it...why don't the rest of you just join in with it as well?" As the Sammy voice was talking to me, Mick took five, twenty pound notes from his trouser pocket and he folded them neatly into my still open handbag.

I dropped Mick's cock and tore the condom open before rolling it down his cock. He lifted my left leg and pushed my foot between his hip and the back of the seat, he turned me slightly so that my right foot was on the floor of the car close to the door behind Mick's back.

He started fucking me, the first thrust caused a kaleidoscope of colours to explode inside my head, there was a thought at the back of my head, 'This didn't happen at lunchtime when the trucker fucked me!' there was another thrust and everything went green and there was a taste of peppermint in my mouth along with Mick's tongue...okay...Mick could have popped a mint sweet into his mouth but as he pushed his cock into me again the peppermint taste changed to Raspberry and the inside of the car turned blue.

The first time I was fucked, I just lay there and let the trucker fuck me, I just took the pleasure from him but didn't do anything for myself...this time, I lifted my left foot over his hip and my right foot lifted as well, I hooked my feet together and then I started to use my legs to lift my cunt up to meet him as he thrust into me, doubling the impact speed and causing little slapping sounds. I was grunting through my orgasm as well as from the exertion of fucking up into him.

The front door opened, Sammy slid the driver's seat back and he popped the car's bonnet release catch, "Keep your heads down guys...the feds are just turning into the car park!"

Sammy had said, 'Keep your heads down!' so what was the first thing that I did, I lifted my head up and watched as the police car slid to a stop on the other side of Mr Green's car.

Mick's upper body fell against mine, knocking my upper body back down, just as the driver of the police car knocked on Mr Green's window. Mick was gasping for breath and every one of his muscles were jerking through his orgasmic spasms.

Mick pulled out of me, I tore the condom off of his cock, my little inner voice said, 'That condom is mine...thank you very much!'

Mick was struggling into his trousers without showing his naked body above the level of the side windows and I did the same, I could see the top of the police car's driver's head as he was talking to Mr Green and Karen in their car. I quickly fastened my overall dress and Mick pulled his shirt over his head. Fortunately, the back windows of Mick's car had privacy glass so from thirty feet away, we'd have to do something pretty stupid to attract their attention.

I was now as dressed as I was going to be and Mick was wriggling between the front seats as the Police observer, the front seat passenger of the cop car, was walking over to Sammy to see what he was up too. Mick surreptitiously slid the front passenger seat back a little just as the police observer asked Sammy what the problem was.

"The live connection keeps going loose and the car has intermittent starting problems!" Sammy looked past the raised bonnet and shouted, "Try that Mick!"

I saw a shocked look on the copper's face, when they drove into the car park, he had been sure that the Vauxhall Insignia parked on the left hand side of the car park had been empty with the African guy walking towards it but they had seen the Audi A-six was shaking like a dog that had just stepped out of a stream and was shaking its self dry so they had pulled up on the right hand side of that car.

I saw the copper regain his mental footing, he pointed at the battery, "The terminal posts on that battery are the wrong ones for that kind of clamp, you need square posts not sloping or you need to change the clamps, look, the clamp is only touching at the bottom of the post, the top is still loose!"

Sammy thanked the copper for his advice. And then the copper regained a little more of his footing, "Is this your car sir?"

Sammy pointed at Mick, "Not mine officer, it's his car!"

Mick had to wind down his window to talk to the policeman, I looked over at the other copper, he was writing up a ticket for my store's manager while Mick was being asked for his details but something that I noticed was that the copper talking to Mick never once looked at him, he was staring at me instead.

Mick had some of his papers with him, including his insurance details and his driving licence so the policeman could quickly and easily check that all was well with Mick's car and with Mick's right to drive the car and we were allowed to leave, Sammy was in the front seat and I was still in the back. As soon as we were out of sight of the policemen, Mick dropped me and Sammy off at the end of Westminster Road to walk back to Disraeli Street.

Sammy pulled me against his right side, he kissed me as I looped my left arm across the small of his back and hooked my thumb into one of the belt loops on his jeans, he smiled at me and said, "Well darling, how did that feel?"

I giggled, "I could have done without the police coming along and stopping things half way through!"

Sammy gave me a strange look, "What do you mean, half way through? Didn't Mick cum?"

I shrugged my shoulders and then I remembered what I had in my right hand, I dangled the condom that I'd pulled off of Mick's cock, the little teat on the end of the condom was full of Mick's jizz.

Sammy said, "Well, it looks like he cum...looks like quite a big load for Mick, I'm sure that you made him happy!"

"But we only did it for thirty minutes!" I managed to stop myself finishing that comment with, 'And you promised me an hour of fun!'

"Mick won't mind at all that he got off in just thirty minutes, it's the climax that really matters. I'll bet that the next time Mick's horny and looking for love, he'll probably phone me up and ask me if I can arrange a date with you again!"

I realised that Mick was watching me closely for my reaction...to see if I pulled a sour face or smiled or anything like that but what I did do pleased him more, I jumped straight in with, "Not in a car park next time though!"

That caused another hug and kiss from Sammy.

"So, did the little pill help you to relax?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I'm not sure that I was more relaxed but when Mick started..." I lowered my voice to a whisper, "...fucking me..." I raised the volume again, "...I saw weird colours and got strange tastes in my mouth, is that what the pill is supposed to do?"

Sammy gave me a thoughtful look, "Well, there are lots of side effects...different people feel different things but the pill is designed to help you want to please others...did you get the feeling that you wanted to please Mick?"

I nodded my head, "Definitely!"

When we reached the corner of Disraeli Street, there were four young women on the street in front of Victoria House, they were all dressed in what looked like a uniform, the colours were all different but they were all wearing crop tops with wide necklines that went right to the edge of their arms, showing that the woman wasn't wearing a bra under the top, a micro-mini skirt that looked like little more than a belt and they were all wearing knee length boots with spike heels and they seemed to be marching up and down the left hand side of Disraeli Street.

Sammy was introducing me to the girls, he knew all of their names, one called Candy gave me a smile and then she turned to Sammy, "Have you spoken to Justin yet today?"

Sammy shook his head, "I've not spoken to him since yesterday!"

As Candy said, "I think he needs you for a couple of hours tonight...you should give him a call!" she was looking me up and down and smiling at what she saw.

Sammy stepped away from me to make his telephone call and Candy said, "I've seen you in Tesco's supermarket, you work the checkout closest to the exit...you seem to be better than the woman on the next checkout so I always come through yours!"

I felt awkward being on my own but rather than shy away from Candy, I jutted out my chin and said, "I'm sorry, I don't remember you from Tesco's!"

She laughed at me, "Well, I don't look like this when I'm shopping and I usually have my son with me so I look a lot more frazzled!"

I was lost...I had no idea what to say next so I blurted out, "How old is your son?"

"He's ten years old."

That took me by surprise, if I'd been asked to guess her age I would have said that she was sixteen or seventeen years old.

I mumbled, "Shit..." under my breath, "...How old are you?"

She smiled at my shocked look, "I know, I don't look twenty-three...do I?"

My mind did the maths...mental arithmetic was always a strong point of mine but, Candy having a ten year old son at just twenty-three years old didn't compute...wouldn't compute...couldn't compute, because if Candy had a ten year old son, that would mean that she gave birth when she was just thirteen years old and that meant that she lost her virginity when she was only twelve years old.

Candy grinned at me, "I can see that you've done the maths and come up with the conclusion that I lost my cherry when I was twelve years old...right?"

I nodded my head.

Candy laughed as she said, "Wide of the mark by four years Iona!"

I looked confused.

"No, I don't mean that I was sixteen, I was only eight my first time!"

"Shit...I was twenty-five when I finally...Hell, when I was eight years old, I didn't even know that boys existed, the only men within a ten mile radius of me were old men!"

Candy smiled again, "Same here, the man that took my cherry was sixty years old...he even visited me here on his seventieth birthday, right here in my room in Victoria House."

"He was still sexually active at seventy years old?"

She laughed, "We often get older men, they still try in their eighties if they don't have any underlying health problems like diabetes or serious heart problems, some even use Viagra, just to get one last cum out of life!"

Sammy scooped me up in his right arm again and started walking me down the street, "Sorry darling, I was planning on giving you a night of loving for looking after my friend Mick earlier but I've got to work from ten o'clock until four in the morning!"

"What...the brothel runs until four o'clock in the morning?"

Sammy shook his head, "No...the brothel runs twenty-four, seven but the regular guy will take over at four o'clock and I can go home!"

That made me think, it explained why the guy that morning was driving around looking for sex at five forty-five in the morning.

We turned into a small side street, it was called 'Primrose Lane' which seemed really out of place in an estate of roads named after Prime Ministers since Queen Victoria's reign, like Disraeli Street, Gladstone Street and Balfour Street.

"Why is this street named after a flower?"

Sammy gave me a superior look, "Archibald Primrose, 5th Earl of Rosebery, eighteen forty-seven to nineteen twenty-nine, he was prime minister from eighteen ninety-four for four hundred and seventy-five days, he was one of Queen Victoria's last prime ministers, that's why they named this side street after him!"

Sammy's house was exactly the same as the one that I lived in, well, when it was built it was and while my house had been split into five bed sitting rooms with en-suite bathrooms, Sammy's house was just left as it was, Sammy and three other men all had a bedroom each, there was one family bathroom on the first floor and a small shower/toilet room on the ground floor. The house still had a living room on the ground floor at the front of the house and the kitchen had been moved into what had been the scullery when the house was first built and was now a very large kitchen dining room and the old kitchen was now the ground floor shower room.

Sammy took me into the living room, I was introduced to everyone...no, Peter wasn't in the living room, Winston and Calvin were though, they were watching football on their cinema sized TV screen. They both stood up to kiss me and then they went back to the game. We climbed the stairs, Sammy pointed to the bedroom at the front of the house, "That's Calvin's bedroom..." he pointed above the banister rail, "...that's the bathroom, the next door is Peter's bedroom and Winston's bedroom is right at the back!"

I could hear the Huh...huh...huh's of fucking from the bedroom opposite the top of the stairs. I stopped on the stairs, "Sammy, the bedroom door is open!"

Sammy grinned at me, "We don't bother closing our bedroom doors just because we're fucking, you only do that if you think sex is something to be ashamed of..." Then Sammy turned his face away from me and called out, "...hey Peter, I've brought Iona home with me!"

I expected a voice to come out of the depth of the bedroom to say hi to me but instead, there was an extra loud 'Huh' and then a very naked West Indian man bounced into the doorway, his cock was ramrod hard and standing to attention as he leaned in to kiss me on the lips and as he kissed me, I heard Sammy say, "Hi Kimberly...I hope you've done your homework or your mother will kill me!"

I opened my eyes and looked over Peter's shoulder. Kimberly was definitely under age, she was totally naked, small breasts and hardly any fur covering her sex, she was coffee coloured, not full African or Afro-Caribbean and her face looked a little like Sammy's.

Peter let me go and Sammy pulled me over towards Kimberly, she did just like the guys had done, she gripped my shoulders and pulled me into a kiss, full on the lips. As Kimberly was kissing me, Sammy told me that she was his fourteen year old daughter.

As I pulled away from my kiss with Kimberly, Sammy slapped her bare bottom and said, "Don't be late home, I don't want your mother chasing me to find out where you are!"

I followed Sammy up the next flight of stairs and as I stepped onto the first step, there was that, 'Huh...huh...huh' going again as Peter and Kimberly got down to sex all over again.

Sammy was taking his t-shirt off as he climbed the stairs ahead of me, he was also unfastening his jeans as well, as he stepped into his bedroom, his jeans were around his ankles and he was hopping across his bedroom pulling them off over his feet. While Sammy was disrobing, I pulled the front of my overall dress open and I dropped it on the floor by the still open bedroom door.

I got onto Sammy's bed on my back and he knelt between my legs, he fed the end of his cock into my pussy, as he stretched me wider open than either of the other two guys that I'd let fuck me had done so far, the magic little pill was still working on me, his stretching had caused another colourful hallucination. Once again, I found myself hooking my heels over his buttocks to try and force him to fuck me harder and faster. I was definitely noisy when I let myself go. I had no idea how much of his cock I'd managed to take in me...I'd guess that I was taking less than a half of his cock in me.

I was still howling at the moon when Kimberly walked into Sammy's bedroom. She was actually holding Calvin's hand, a very naked Calvin...he had been wearing a football kit when I saw him watching the football match on the TV but now...naked and standing to attention!"

"Dad...have you got a spare condom please?"

Sammy pulled his cock out of my pussy and he walked over to a drawer in his chest of drawers, he dug out a box of ten condoms and handed them over to her.

I could never imagine walking in on my mother and father while they were fucking, definitely never imagine being naked in front of him while he was naked.

Sammy came back to bed and he asked me if I'd like to try a different position. I was posed on the bed on my hands and knees, Sammy convinced me that this pose was described as the 'Doggy' position. I couldn't affect things very much in that position, the most I could do was to push my bottom backwards as he pushed into me...but I did.

I lost count of the number of times that I climaxed with Sammy before he had to go to work at the brothel but it was into the hundreds. When it finally came time for Sammy to have his own orgasm, he asked me if I'd wank him so that he could make his deposit over my tits.

I lay on my back and took his cock in my right hand and started to rub up and down the length of his cock shaft. I rubbed him for ten minutes and then he took his own cockhead in his hand and fired his spunk all over my tits and belly. I had to run down to the bathroom on the floor below in the nude, as I ran down the stairs, Kimberly was just leaving Calvin's bedroom, still naked and still carrying the box of ten condoms, although I assumed that the box now only had nine condoms in it.

I hesitated mid tread on the stairs when I saw Kimberly heading towards Winston's bedroom but a lump of jellified spunk fell from my left nipple and splatted down on my pussy hair so I jolted back into action, Kimberly gave me a wry smile, "God Iona, my dad makes a hell of a mess when he wants to give a girl a cream pie!"

I smiled at her easy way...I was wandering around a virtual stranger's house in the nude but I was doing it at some speed, Kimberly, just fourteen years old was happy to walk around the house totally naked while she was looking for sex.

I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, I had closed the door but there was no way to lock it...so, naturally, while I was mid way through cleaning Sammy's spunk off of my body, Calvin walked in on me, he was totally naked but his cock was flaccid, it looked like a little black slug resting above his balls. "Sammy's a messy bastard isn't he darling?"

I looked over at him, I'd stopped mid wipe as Calvin started a piss stream cascading into the toilet pan, he finished his piss and shook his cock, then he turned to face me and said, "When you've finished with that face cloth and the towel, drop them both into the laundry basket please and get some fresh ones out of the airing cupboard if you don't mind Iona darling!"

He flushed the toilet and left me alone, the bathroom door left wide open.

My walk back up to Sammy's bedroom was no longer a hurried affair, everyone in this house seemed totally casual about nudity in the open that I thought why should I worry about being naked too.

By the time I reached Sammy's bedroom again, he was dressed...he was wearing black trainers on his feet, his legs were sheathed in his black formal jeans and he was wearing a lightweight, white, roll-neck, cashmere jumper with a black linen jacket on top of that. I slipped my arms into my dress and pulled it on like a coat. I felt distinctly under dressed in comparison to Sammy. I fastened all of the poppers up the front of my overall dress, Sammy gave me a sideways look so I popped the top press stud open again. That got me a smile from Sammy and a kiss as well.

We walked towards Victoria house. I'd lived just a few hundred yards away from Disraeli Street for three years but I'd never walked down this far, everything that I needed, like the underground station, the post office, the bank, the book store, and the bakers were at my end of the estate and I'd never walked any of the streets this late at night...it was only ten o'clock but to my former life, that was past my bed time. Next week was going to be a challenge for me, I'd contracted to work from twelve noon until midnight and that would be the latest that I'd ever have walked the streets in my life.

We turned out of Primrose Lane and onto Disraeli Street, by the third pace along Disraeli Street, there was a Volvo 'S-forty' stopping at my side, the driver rolled his passenger window down and shouted, "Hello darling...you looking for business?" I remembered that Sammy had told me that was code for a man looking for 'Pay-for-play' sex with a woman.

I looked at Sammy, he gave me a sweet smile, then he moved his mouth against my ear, "If you're not interested in playing...it won't hurt you to just say hi, tell him that he'll probably get what he's looking for up at Victoria House but lean forward, at least give him something nice to look at!"

I turned away from Sammy and walked to the door of the car, I kept my legs straight and bent at the waist, resting my elbows on the passenger's door on top of the...window sill, I guess.

I thought, 'What the hell do I say?' I remembered earlier, one of the whores from Victoria House had picked a punter up and...now what was it that she said? She had asked him what he was looking for but I wasn't really interested in helping him out.

"Hello handsome, I'm very sorry but I'm not a working girl, you'll probably find what you're looking for on the corner at Victoria House!"

He leaned towards me more, "I can see exactly what I want right now darling...are you sure that you don't want a little fun?"

"Positive thanks."

His hand slipped in my direction and he stroked over that part of my breast that was exposed because the top press stud was open. I wanted to yank my body out of his way but there was a whispered message inside my head, 'What harm is he doing? Just give him a few seconds!'

I saw Sammy move a little to get a better look at what was happening and at that point the guy in the car pulled at my dress and popped the second press stud, opening the top of my dress totally, my breasts spilling out into his car. I looked at Sammy and then I looked down the other end of Disraeli Street before pushing myself up, away from his door and freeing my arms, I pulled the front of my dress closed and popped the second press stud closed again.

I walked hand in hand with Sammy, there was an uncomfortable silence that I felt that I needed to fill, "Does Kimberly always...erm...fuck older men?"

Sammy squeezed my hand, "Not always, I'm sure that she fucks boys at school as well...she just loves sex, just like her mother!"

"But you're not together with her mother anymore?"

A sleek black BMW crossed the road and parked with the driver right next to me, there was the traditional greeting, "Looking for business darling?" Sammy gave me a sideways look again, I didn't need telling twice, I turned to the driver, I was much closer this time as he was facing the wrong way on my side of the road. I ran through my apology again and he played with my tits for a few seconds before I straightened up and stepped back to Sammy's side.

I got another kiss from Sammy for going and talking to the man without him telling me to and we continued on our way to Victoria House and with our conversation, "We were never together, she was just a one night stand, I see her once a month to pay her alimony and sleep with her for a few hours but that's all!"

We were at Victoria House now, the front door opened and an elderly man stepped out, Sammy lifted his arm and waved to no one in particular, I saw an interior light go on in a car parked in the car park of an office block on the other side of Westminster Road. The driver locked his door and ran across the road to Victoria house. Sammy opened the front door and looked at a lap top screen just inside the door, "Room seven mate, first floor, top of the stairs and to the left!"

Sammy was thanked and the man ran up the stairs. I spotted the Volvo 'S-forty' drive slowly past the front of the line of cars parked in a closed office block's car park with their drivers sitting in their seats and he increased his speed along Westminster Road again and was gone. Sammy and I had a kiss and a girl came up behind us and interrupted our kiss, "Is there a room free Sammy?"

Sammy stepped into the house again, he looked at the laptop's screen, "Room eleven darling!"

She moaned a little, "Top bloody floor again...I suppose that I'll have to try to get here a little earlier the next time I want to do a little business!"

Sammy just nodded his head and then he waved towards the long line of parked cars and another driver stepped out of his car and ran across Westminster Road and Sammy directed him to room eleven when he reached us. One last kiss and I walked out onto Westminster Road.

When I got opposite Tesco's car park, I spotted my bosses car parked close to the entrance to the store...I wondered why he was there and then there was a supplementary question on my mind...'What happened with the police?'

I crossed the road and I stepped into the car park and then I came to a dead stop. It suddenly dawned on me that I wasn't the type of woman who could just walk up to my boss and ask him what had happened...I needed an excuse to go into the store and accidentally bump into him and see if he wanted to share anything with me.

As I stood there steeped in indecision...I was suddenly illuminated by the headlights of a Volvo 'S-forty' pulling to a stop right in front of me. I recognised the car as well as the driver and another thought ran through my head, 'If I had a condom...I could at least offer the Volvo driver a little fun...I'd need to go into the store to get some condoms though.'

He was out of his car in a flash, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, I had to push him away, "Sorry, I have to pop in to Tesco's for something!"

I pulled out of his arms and marched to the store's entrance, I picked up the box of condoms, paid for them, less my staff discount, that saved me seventy pence on the shelf price. I bumped into Mr Green at the back of the checkout area as I was popping my box of condoms into my handbag.

"You're working late boss!"

He gave me a grimace, "Had a little problem earlier...looks like I'll be sleeping in my office tonight!"

"Oh really, what happened?"

"Erm...I got pulled by the police earlier, the car is registered in my wife's name, so they had to ring her up to make sure that I had her permission to drive her car...she was really pissed off with me and told the coppers to tell me not to bother going home tonight."

"Oh...really...what did they pull you over for then boss...speeding through a red light!" In my head I added 'District!'

He had an awkward look on his face, "Erm...no, not speeding, actually, I was parked, in a car park, I'm being done for having sex in a public place...if it makes the news, Tesco will probably sack me, especially if they mention that I'm a shop manager and was having sex with one of my own staff!"

"I'm sorry to hear that boss, I've only got a small bed-sit, I've only actually got a single bed or I'd offer to let you stop at my place."

That made him smile, he leaned in and kissed me on my lips, "Well, that would have been lovely of you Iona but I can understand...won't be the first time I've had to sleep in my office...my wife's a right moody cow."

I was about to walk away but stopped, "How did Karen take it?"

I looked at his face, there was a momentary flutter of shock and then a resigned smile..."You girls tell each other everything, don't you...she was really pissed off...for some reason, she was extra turned on this after noon...at least the police didn't phone her husband and tell him what happened!"

I chuckled at him, "Karen didn't tell me anything...I was in the car on the left hand side of the car park."

"The car with the African guy with engine problems?"

"That's the car but he wasn't having engine problems, the African guy was Sammy, my friend and he was just keeping watch for me while I was having a little fun with the driver in his back seat!"

Mr Green looked shocked now, "I didn't have you down as that kind of woman Iona...mind you, I was a little surprised to see your top press stud was open on your overall and that I could see a little of your breasts all day!"

I smiled at his reaction, "I blame working on your checkout for my change, I've never been out in the public eye like this before...I serve more people in my first hour in the morning than the number of people living in a ten mile radius of where I was brought up, then my three years in university was a very closed environment and the last three years I was working in an office with just three people in it buying energy from the renewable market!"

I left him with a smile on his face, I walked out into the car park, the Volvo driver was standing just outside the exit door, his comment as I walked over to him was, "I was beginning to worry that there may have been a staff exit around the back!"

I kissed him, "No, if I had changed my mind, I would have just told you!"

He wrapped his arm over my shoulder and guided me to his car, as we closed in on his car, I said, "So, the back seat of your car or my single bed...which would you prefer?"

He was a little shocked by my question, after all, I'd already told him that I wasn't a whore, even though I was walking along with a pimp when he first approached me.

"Well, I'm usually charged one fifty for a shag in bed or a ton for sex on my back seat. He opened his front passenger door and stopped, "Erm, it's a warm night...we could go down to the common and have a little alfresco fun if you like, I'll give you one twenty-five for that!"

I was about to tell him that as I wasn't a whore, I didn't want paying but then I thought, his money and Mick's would buy me a double bed for my flat, that would at least make things a little more comfortable for me at home at least so instead of telling him that he could have a freebie, I said, "One hundred and twenty-five pounds for a little outdoor fun sounds okay to me!"

It was a three mile drive to the common and as we drove along, we were just chatting like old friends, he was married, apparently, most men using prostitutes are married. It turned out that his wife didn't want sex with him more than once a month and like most men, he would have liked to have sex with her more than once a day. I was a little confused, my first ever fuck was at mid day, that day and I'd had a second fuck six hours later and again two hours after that and I was still happy to have another fuck, even though my second and third fucks were quite strenuous, I'd had millions of orgasms and been filled to overflowing with cock and was still happy for more. New as I was to sex, I couldn't understand women who wouldn't let their husbands have sex with her whenever they wanted.

But then there was the other side of the coin, Karen's husband only wanted sex about once a month and it didn't sound like it was very loving, he just got himself off using Karen's pussy to masturbate himself off into, he pleasured himself and he left her high and dry...I wondered if the guy driving me to the common at that moment was the same with his own wife, that might account for her reluctance to let him fuck her more than once a month.

When we reached the common, there was a small car park at the side of an unlit road, he twisted in his seat to kiss me, I held out my hand and he filled it with money, six twenty pound notes and one five pound note...I folded the stack of notes over the one hundred pounds that Mick had pushed into my handbag earlier.

I had a quick look around, this side of the common was facing out into the country, the built up area was on the opposite side of the common, there were three other cars in the little car park so we weren't totally alone, they could be dog walkers or courting couples there to do what we were planning on doing but I hadn't seen anyone in those cars when we turned into the car park and the Volvo's lights illuminated them all.

"So, how are we going to do this?"

"Well, if I have the choice, I'd like you to step out of the car and undress here and then we can walk out onto the common until we find a likely place to fuck!"

I looked all around again, at this time of the year, it should have been light enough to see things out on the common but there were storm clouds overhead making this warm summer night as black as pitch. I opened the car's door, I was illuminated by the car's interior light but that didn't stop me stripping off at the side of my open door. I looked back in at him, he was stripping off in the driver's seat but then, he would have been on the road side of the car if he had copied me and although there were very few cars passing along the West Common Road, there were one or two.

I had my handbag so I took his car keys after he locked the car and popped them in my bag. We walked naked along a hoggin path, it was the only feature that stood out in the darkness, a stripe of almost brilliant white in the daylight, standing out as a faint grey streak in the total darkness.

"You know my name but you haven't told me yours!"

He gave a snort..."I thought that we were all John to..."

He stopped himself saying 'You whores!'

"Okay, John it is then!"

We walked about a half a mile, sticking to the hoggin path like glue, John said, "Well, this isn't going like I planned, there should be picnic tables that we could have fucked on but we need to see them first.

There was a voice in the distance, a man talking to a dog about a hundred yards away, further into the common. John pulled me off of the path, unless the man walking his dog had night vision goggles on, he would be walking on the same path that we were on and he was heading in our direction. My legs got a little scratched as John pulled me close in to an old oak tree a few feet off the path. I was pushed against the tree, John wanted to fuck me right now but I had to stop him long enough to roll a condom down his cock.

He was fucking me hard up against the tree as the man got close to us. I'm sure that the man had no idea that we were there fucking a few feet from the path but Rex did, I felt the dog licking over my anus and along my pussy on to John's cock and balls as we were fucking.

"Rex...here boy...Rex...come on boy!"

I could see where the man was because he was hiding the grey line of the footpath, John was looking over his shoulders too.

"Don't make me come in there and get you boy...come on you little bugger...heel!"

John whimpered as the man stepped in closer, he was filling his condom but was trying not to make too much noise about it.

There was a much sharper, "Rex...heel!"

The dog pulled away from us and returned to its owner, "Right you little bugger, your leash is going on now...when I call you, you're supposed to come...straight away, not when you bloody well feel like it!"

The man was so close to us now that the side of his open summer mackintosh flicked against my right knee."

I followed the dog and its owner with my ears, rather than my eyes, when he was forty feet away John laughed and said, "That was great Iona!"

"So...your kink is to be caught then I guess?"

He pulled his condom covered cock out of my cunt and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor at the side of his feet. If I could have seen it, I would have picked it up, I would hate to think that some innocent child could walk past and find it but it was too dark.

We stopped by the old oak tree until the dog walker reached his car, we watched his interior light glow dimly because of the privacy glass on the rear windows of the car, we could see him push the dog into the rear section of the hatchback. Then I saw the driver turn his headlights on and spotted a couple that were lit up on the common side of a hedgerow but the driver with the dog probably didn't see them. The couple weren’t naked like us, he had pulled her jeans down to her knees and it looked like his cock was just sticking out of his fly hole as he took her from behind.

As soon as everything had calmed down, we returned to John's car, deviating slightly so that we could walk close to where we'd seen the couple fucking. We approached their position in total silence and at the closest the path ran to them, John suddenly said, "Pity we couldn't find the picnic tables to fuck on darling!"

I heard her gasp as John spoke but we walked past as if we didn't know that the couple were there fucking behind the hedge.

I got in John's car before I got dressed but, although John had managed to strip himself naked while sitting in the driving seat, he couldn't get dressed the same way, he had to stand at the side of his car as he got dressed. I felt a little guilty that I'd charged John one hundred and twenty five pounds for a kneetrembler up against an oak tree but when I checked my wrist watch, I'd been naked for him for fifty minutes in the outdoors and let him fuck me while a dog licked us both and he'd had his climax so I cast that guilt away.

He drove me to the junction of my street and Westminster Road and I told him to drop me off there. I'd never been on my street at that time of the night before, it was eleven thirty at night, mind you, on Monday, I was contracted to be working at Tesco's store until midnight so from next week, I'd regularly be walking my street much later than this.

As I walked down my street, I looked at all the windows, most of the rooms were in darkness, when I reached my front door, I looked across the road, what I'd thought was total darkness in the attic flat opposite mine turned out to be a multicoloured explosion, probably from a television set that was playing in the attic. I climbed the stairs to my bed-sit, opened my door but I didn't turn the lights on, I walked across the room and stood in front of my window, I was looking across at the attic window opposite, there was a particularly bright scene on the TV that lit the room up quite well, I saw the man that lived there, I'd seen him several times before but never like this. He was sitting on his sofa wearing just his underpants. For three years, more than a thousand evenings, I'd stood in that spot to close my curtains but never really looked into the flat opposite. It wasn't a bed-sit like mine, he had a separate living room or kitchenette and another room for his bedroom. Now, because I was in my darkened room, I felt safe standing there looking across the road for the first time.

I spotted a mirror on the back wall of his living room and through that, I could see the TV's screen. My neighbour was watching a skin-flick on his TV, I couldn't really make out what was going on on the TV's screen, just pink blobs intertwining really but I could now see what he was doing, having two pink bodies engaging in sex on his TV really lit his living room up for me. He had his cock out of the fly of his underpants and he was jerking himself off. I couldn't believe the last thirty hours of my life, from being a virgin with no thoughts of sex to an experienced whore...quite happily watching a stranger masturbating himself as I stripped off again and continued standing in front of my window in the nude but with the lights still off. Would I have been happy to watch this scene two days ago or would I have been totally scandalised and closed my curtains...possibly even calling the police to arrest him.

I watched him finish himself off before closing my curtains and slipping into bed, I couldn't get into a deep sleep cycle though, I kept running through my day in my head every time I tried to get off to sleep. I kept asking myself what I could have done better, what I could have done differently. I'd had a mountain of pleasure that was higher than Mount Everest today but I was sure that I could have derived even more pleasure if I had acted slightly differently.

I think I managed about thirty minutes of sleep by the time that I finally gave up, dawn had broken and my thin curtains weren't making my bedroom very dark. I had a shower, made myself breakfast and a cup of coffee without milk. I was still naked when I opened my curtains, I didn't run away from the window as I had done over a thousand times before. I looked across the road and was surprised to see that the sofa in the guy across the road's sofa was now a bed, 'A bed settee!' jumped into my head. I smiled, he hadn't even closed his curtains, he was lying on top of the sofa bed but now his underpants were missing and he was totally naked.

I looked at the time, it was four thirty in the morning and the storm clouds that had covered the sky for a hundred miles last night had burnt away and now the sky was turning into a brilliant blue.

I suddenly remembered the guy from my walk into work yesterday morning, he had asked me if I'd leave home earlier today to meet him for fun and I pulled my casual clothes on, I wore a pretty bra, it was white but it had lace and embroidery on the cups, I found the matching knickers...it was unusual for me to bother matching my underwear. I topped them off with a white muslin ankle length dress with a low cut neckline that just showed the lace fringe around my bra cups and I finished my outfit off with white trainers on my feet...Okay, so I looked like a bloody snow woman in the middle of July but I thought that I looked great.

Brushing my hair through, putting a little war paint on my face and getting dressed had soaked up twenty minutes so I left my apartment at ten minutes to five and was walking along Westminster Road at five o'clock. I walked along my street and turned to the right onto Westminster Road, I was less than ten paces along Westminster Drive before the first car slowed down across the road from me, I didn't turn my head to look in that direction though, I just flicked my eyes to the left and saw a blue car so I continued on my way.

There were another five cars that slowed down before I got as far as Disraeli Street but none of the cars were silver so I didn't respond to any of them.

I was now at the point that I could see the office car park opposite Disraeli Street, there were three cars parked there facing Victoria House, two had men sitting in the driver's seat and one car was empty, then another car caught my eye, the strange thing about that car was that it had two men in the front seats...it was driving towards me on my side of the road, it had slowed down at the end of Disraeli Street and the front seat passenger seemed to be taking a photograph of the three parked cars in the office car park.

I was paying close attention to the front of the car, it was a silver Subaru Impreza, they weren't unusual in the area but they usually had a small man with an inferiority complex and an overly tarty girl in the passenger seat, not two burly men dressed all in black...no...not all in black, there was a flash of blue and white on their left breast pocket, I spotted 'PO' and my brain filled in 'LICE'. They were two uniformed police officers in an unmarked police car.

They stopped at my side and the passenger opened his window, "Good morning Madam...what are you doing up and about at this time of the morning?"

I walked over to the car and leaned forward to look inside, I gave the police officer a sweet smile, "I couldn't sleep, the electrical storm in the night woke me and then the rain shower falling on the roof started it cracking and banging as it cooled and contracted so I..." I looked over to the driver who hadn't looked at me, he was looking at the cars driving past them, "...how did you like the chicken and mushroom pie yesterday."

The driver gave me a shocked look and then he recognised me, "You're on the checkout at Tesco's...I didn't really like the pie...too much pastry and not enough chicken and mushroom filling to be honest darling...hey, you look a lot different when you're dressed like that...very nice!"

"You should have paid the extra fifty pence and got the pie from the 'Tesco Finest' range, they are a lot better than the budget pie."

The passenger looked at his partner and then back at me, "So, you on your way to work then madam?"

I shook my head and didn't miss the fact that shaking my head had also shook my tits but not as much as they shook yesterday when I didn't have my bra on and they would have shook even more again after my top press stud had been opened.

"No, I'm supposed to be sleeping in later today, trying to reset my body clock because next week I'm on Midday to midnight shift so I could have done without waking up at four o'clock!"

There was a robotic voice from their equipment mounted in front of the Subaru Impreza's centre console, just one word, "ATTENTION!"

The driver leaned forward and pressed a button, he read the screen and looked over his shoulder, "The Seat has come up with no insurance and a marker for drugs mate!"

The passenger said goodbye to me and they tried to execute a 'U' turn in Westminster Road but it wasn't wide enough or rather, the turning circle on the Subaru Impreza was too wide, they had to turn the 'U' turn manoeuvre into a three point turn but the Seat driver had seen me talking to the driver in the Impreza and then he had spotted them pulling away from me and thought that he would have a crack at me as I'd obviously rejected the Impreza driver and he had managed his 'U' turn in the extra width of the junction at the end of Disraeli Street.

I saw the Seat driver smile in my direction, then he took a casual looked at the driver of the Subaru Impreza and realised that the car was two up and that they were in uniform. Instead of stopping at my side, he suddenly booted his gas pedal into the carpet and shot off towards London. The police driver managed a 'U' turn in the same place that the Seat did his and shot off after the Seat with his blue lights flashing and the siren wailing away.

I took my diary out of my bag and opened it at the notes page at the back and wrote Subaru Impreza and the car's registration number down at the top of the page...at least I'd found a use for the notes page at the back of my diary. I reached Disraeli Street and was about to do a 'U' turn of my own when a business man opened the door of Victoria House, he got into a Burgundy Jaguar XJ and slid silently down Disraeli Street, I spotted another silver Subaru Impreza but then I thought, it's the same car, I checked my diary, no, almost the same registration but the last letter of the registration of the car chasing the Seat ended with an 'A' and the car parked on Disraeli Street's registration ended with a 'C'.

I looked into the still open door of Victoria House, the black doorman was checking the laptop's screen to see who was the next customer for the recently vacated whore, I stood on the pavement at the bottom of the steps up into Victoria House.

"Morning!"

He gave me a bit of a strange look, he clicked on a button of his computer booking program, "Hi darling, you looking for a casual room for a few hours?"

"Erm..." 'Tempting! "...no thanks, I'm a friend of Sammy's, I just thought that you might like to know that there are a few unmarked police cars paying an interest in your house and...erm...customers, one is parked on the corner of Primrose Lane right now and another...well, you can just hear its siren, it chased after a car that was curb crawling out on Westminster Road.

He fiddled with his laptop and suddenly a picture of me appeared on his screen, he pressed another button and I saw the picture of Disraeli Street. There were hidden CCTV cameras all over Victoria House. He zoomed in and I saw the Subaru and he zoomed in more and I could see the two police officers and that they had a video camera on their dashboard.

Thanks for that darling...you must be Iona, Sammy told me about you this morning when I took over from him...he was supposed to be spending the night with you until I called him in to look after the door for me."

He returned the computer to the booking system, he phoned the number on the screen, "Hi, this is Justin from Victoria House, your physiotherapist is ready for you now, you're in room five on the first floor...could you come to the Gladstone Street entrance though please sir, we're having an issue with the front door!"

He looked out into the street and smiled at me, "I could kiss you but I don't want the 'Feds' to see me...I'll tell Sammy to be extra nice to you later darling!"

I turned and walked back to Westminster Road, the driver from a ratty old Rover was just getting out of the car on the car park and he walked towards me, "What's the problem with the front door then darling?"

"Police are watching it at the moment..."

His face lit up and he nodded his head, "Ahhh! That explains it."

I thought that it would be best if I went back home and tried to get a little more sleep, especially if the police were out and about in the area looking to arrest prostitutes or their customers. ***

I was halfway to my street when I saw Martin parked close to the lorry park behind Tesco's store, he was talking to a woman...she wasn't dressed quite right, she wasn't bending over and leaning into his passenger door, she was following Health and Safety guidelines and was squatting down at the side of the car...very prim and proper.

I scanned around and saw another car with two men dressed in black in the front seats. That car was parked fifty feet behind Martin's car, both men looking intently at the back of Martin's car and that looked very suspicious to me.

I crossed the road and waved at Martin, he gave me a strange look and then he must have recognised me because his face lit up.

I said, "Excuse me please." To the woman squatting at the side of Martin's car I opened his front passenger door and slipped into the seat, "I told you that I'd wait for you outside the front door of Tesco's store...you never know who's around this area at this time of the day".

He gave me a strange look, I gestured ahead, "Come along, I've only got a few minutes before I have to get to work darling!"

He pulled away from the curb..."What was that all about?"

I looked over at him, "Good morning Martin...I got up early on my day off, just to see you. I think that the woman was a copper, there was a car parked on double yellow lines just behind you with two uniformed police officers watching you, probably listening in to what you were saying."

He grimaced a little, "Well, that explains everything, when I asked her if she was looking for business, she kept asking me what I meant, she wanted me to tell her exactly what I wanted."

"Well, the only way I know how to get to my bed-sit is to go back past the police."

Martin indicated to turn into Disraeli Street, "I know my way around these streets, I'll get us there."

I pointed out the silver Subaru as another police car, I now had three number plates for unmarked police cars in my diary.

"They do this around here a couple of times a year, they send out letters to anyone they see curb crawling, even if they don't arrest them, just seeing them in this area is enough to send them a letter asking what they were doing driving around her to frighten most of them off for a few weeks at least...when they get desperate, they soon come back again."

I pointed out my apartment, "It's only a small bed-sit...a single bed but..."

Martin stopped me, "I usually use the back seat...you know...I can't afford to do it in a room, it doubles the price!"

"What would you usually pay for a girl on your back seat Martin?"

"Seventy or eighty quid for full sex!"

"Okay then, I'll only charge you eighty to use my bedroom...that's if you want to...that is!"

He smiled at me and nodded his head, "Yes please."

I unlocked the front door and started to climb the stairs, "I don't have any milk and I've been told that I make undrinkable coffee...sorry!"

"I'm not really interested in coffee darling!"

As we climbed the second flight of stairs up to my attic lair, he pushed his hand up under the back of my dress and started stroking my arse through my knickers, "Don't do that out here...there are little spy holes in the doors!"

He yanked his arm out from under my dress and apologised. I whispered, "Don't worry too much, it's just that I'd rather not have my neighbours know what I'm doing!" I checked my watch, it was only six thirty, my neighbours probably wouldn't be up for several hours on a week day, never mind on a weekend.

I unlocked the door to my bed-sit and walked straight over to the window to close the curtains. I took a quick look across the road, the sofa bed was empty, "Is it okay to put this here?"

I looked over my shoulder, Martin was standing at my counter, by the cooker hob with money in his hand. I nodded my head and then I looked back across the road. My naked neighbour walked back into his bed-sit, he was multitasking, he was scratching his head with his left hand and his balls with his right. I turned back to Martin, he was pulling his shirt off over his head and he dropped it on the floor.

I gathered up the bottom hem of my dress in my hands and pulled it up, taking my dress off in much the same way that Martin took his shirt off. He smiled at me, "You look very sexy like that!"

"Would you prefer me to keep my bra and knickers on?"

He shook his head, "Can I take a picture of you on my phone before you take them off though?"

I nodded my head, there was a flash from his mobile phone, the camera function in his phone had worked out that because my body was back lit, it needed in-fill flash to light my body up properly.

"Okay?"

He looked at the picture and came over to me to show me the picture he'd taken, "That's a lovely picture Martin!"

He walked back to my bed and sat on the edge to take his shoes off, "Can I take one when you're naked as well please?"

I nodded my head and reached behind my back to unfasten my bra. I dropped my bra on top of my dress on the floor in front of the window. I looked across the road again, my neighbour wasn't trying to hide the fact that he was watching me, he was, like me, right up against the window.

I turned back to Martin as he was unfastening his trousers. I pulled my knickers down and he lifted his phone again, "Just a minute Martin, take one of me like this first!"

I had my back to him, my neighbour now had a perfect view of my naked body and he was wanking himself up close to the window, I gave the street a quick look, still too early for the street to be too busy.

There was another flash as he took the picture of me from behind, then I looked over my shoulder at Martin but kept my back to him, "You want to take this picture as well?"

No answer, just the flash from his camera. I looked back at my neighbour and his hand was moving at about a million miles an hour up and down his cock.

I turned my back on the window and stood with my legs tightly closed and arms at my side, "Like this?"

Flash.

I opened my legs and cupped my breasts in my hands, "This?"

Flash.

"Is that enough?"

He looked down at his cock, he was rock hard, he grinned at me and he nodded his head.

I dipped my hand in my handbag and pulled a condom out.

"I could give your cock a little suck before I put this on you if you like, you could take another picture if you want too!"

Another nod and a wider grin. I knelt at the side of the bed and leaned over his cock, he stopped short of taking the picture, "Erm...there seems to be a guy across the road watching us and he's wanking himself off!"

"I can close the curtains if you're shy!"

He shook his head and he took the picture of me sucking his cock.

I rolled the condom down his cock and then I got on the bed with him, he rolled over me and I had to lift him as I moved into the middle of my single bed..."I really do need a double bed!"

Martin stabbed his cock in me and I felt the earth move...well, not the whole earth, just my bed...I'd never actually had sex in my bed in the three years that I'd lived here so it came as a surprise when Martin slammed his cock into my cunt, the mattress moved, the headboard crashing into the wall behind it.

Martin stabbed again and the bed moved towards the window and then back to hit the wall again.

Martin pulled out of me, "The divan base is buggered...some one has had a very enthusiastic sex life in it."

"Not me, I've been here for three years and you're the first man I've fucked in it!"

He climbed off of me, "Get off the bed!"

I stood next to him while he pulled my mattress off of the bed, then he lifted the divan base onto its side and pushed it against the wall with the headboard pointing out into the room, the mattress was now directly on the floor. I got back on the bed and Martin was on top of me again, this time, as Martin fucked into me, no matter how hard he pushed me, I didn't move...well, apart from up and down.

After twenty minutes, Martin gasped, "How long can I have?"

"How long would you like?"

He'd stopped fucking me now because he was laughing too much to fuck as well, he couldn't take in enough breath to do both.

"Sorry darling but you aren't going to make much money out of hooking if you give customers as much time as they want...unless you're charging them by the hour!"

"I told you yesterday that I wasn't a whore!"

"I know that you did but darling, believe me, you're more of a whore than most of the girls working the streets around here, they're just lesbians and men haters who get the most money out of a man for the least sex and no loving...I get the feeling that you actually like doing this!"

I wriggled and bucked my body, dislodging his cock from my cunt, "I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?"

"No but that condom has been stretched over your cock for thirty minutes now, it's time for a fresh one!"

I fetched a fresh condom and rolled it down his cock. I looked across the road again as I was replacing the tyres, there was a cloudy patch of window around my neighbours cock, he'd blasted off over the window but he was still standing there watching me even though his cock was now sleeping between his legs.

Martin was on his back on my mattress, "Will you do me girl on top please?"

I straddled his lap, "I'm not sure exactly what to do, I've only tried conventional sex so far!" I thought, 'Well, if you call sex up against a tree out on the common conventional sex."

Martin only had to give me a few directions but I soon got into my stride on top of him. I managed to give myself quite a few orgasms but I wasn't getting enough friction or pressure on Martin's cock to get him off but he had fun playing with my tits as I fucked him. I checked my watch again, "Time for a fresh condom!"

I stepped off of him and peeled the old condom off of his cock and tossed it into my bin before rolling the new one on his cock, "Right then, this is the last condom, you have thirty minutes maximum, if you haven't splashed your boots by then, you'll have to go to work frustrated!"

Martin patted the mattress, "Get on your hands and knees then please, I want to finish off doggy style!"

I fought back the smile, remembering back to last night's fuck out on the common when the dog was licking up between my legs and John's, his tongue licking over my anus as well as over my pussy, John's cock and balls and quite possibly his anus as well.

I gasped in pain, "What hole are you aiming for back there?"

"Sorry, I was just wondering if the back door was open for fun!"

"I told you that I was a virgin until yesterday...I'm sure that anal sex is more advanced than a virgin would be up too!"

"My sister classed herself as a virgin until she was twenty but I'd been fucking her arse for ten years before that...from the age of ten, her back door had a cum one cum all policy."

"You were fucking your sister up her bum when she was only ten years old?"

"I was only twelve at the time and I wasn't the first boy to use that hole, I wasn't even the first boy that day...Sonya loved having a cock up her bum!"

"Do you still do her?"

"Of course, but only ever up her bum, she won't let anyone but her husband use her cunt..." he chuckled, "...it's a good that her husband isn't interested in anal sex or he might have a few questions to ask her when she gets home after her Friday nights out with the girls!"

He finally settled into fucking me in the quaintly named doggy style and I discovered that there was a lot more to sex than just fucking. I loved the feeling I got from missionary sex, I liked the pleasure that I got when I was on top but it took a hell of a lot of work to get the man anywhere close to his own orgasm, and I really loved the feeling I got from being on my hands and knees. The worst position as far as I was concerned was standing up against an old oak tree...but even that gave me an orgasm because of the fact that we could have been caught at any moment while we were fucking.

Martin must have had a clock built into his balls because he filled his condom at exactly thirty minutes into his third act.

While Martin dressed, I just pulled my dress on over my head but being Muslin, it was totally see through so it wasn't safe to go out on the streets wearing it without underwear on, especially with all the undercover cops around my area that day.

I saw Martin down to the front door and we had a quick kiss on the doorstep, I watched Martin get into his car and drive away, I gave one final wave and then spotted the front door of the house across the road open, my neighbour was wearing his dressing gown and now he was standing in the street, "Fancy coming over for a coffee Iona?"

That made me smile...okay, I had lived there for three years but I hadn't really reacted with any of my neighbours before, so how did he know my first name?

I looked up and down the road, "I'm not really dressed for a house call!"

He smiled, "You look perfect to me!" Then he gestured with his head for me to cross the road and join him. I didn't see any strange cars or suspicious looking people but I still didn't feel comfortable going out in the street wearing a see-through dress with nothing on underneath it..

"I've got to just run up and lock my front door and grab my handbag, just hang on a minute."

I ran up to my room, grabbed my handbag and slipped my summer mackintosh on over my shoulders, locked my front door and then ran down the stairs. When he saw that I'd put a coat on he mumbled, "Spoilsport!"

He offered me his right hand, "I'm Robert, Iona, pleased to meet you at long last!"

"How did you know my first name Robert?"

He laughed, "I'm very good friends with the postman!" He held his front door open and gestured with his head for me to go up ahead of him. I walked past him, before he'd locked the door and looked back at me, I started to take my coat off, but he stopped me, "No, keep the coat on please!"

I thought that was a strange request but I started to climb the stairs and pulled my coat closed again, his left hand rubbed over my buttocks before I'd taken the second step, I looked nervously to see if we could be seen through any of the little spy holes in the doors of the ground floor flats...but...no spy holes...actually, no doors either, I looked over my shoulder, the front of his dressing gown was wide open and his right fist was wrapped around his cock, I ignored that, "How do the people in the ground floor flats get in Robert?"

"There's only one flat on the ground floor, they get into their flat through the back door. I share these stairs with the first floor flat."

"So there are only three flats in this building then?"

He nodded his head.

"There are five flats in my building."

When I was high enough up the stairs to see onto the landing, I quickly scanned for the door...it was mid way between the top of the first flight of stairs and the bottom of the second...when the house was first built, there would have been a door into the bathroom facing me and at the turn, there would have been a door into the back bedroom. At the bottom of the second flight of stairs, there would have been a door into the front bedroom...well, there wouldn't have been a second flight of stairs, these houses were all built with just a ground and first floor, greedy landlords had all converted the attics into extra rentable space that needed a second flight of stairs to get into.

Robert's left hand slipped inside the rear vent of my coat and he was fondling my buttocks through my dress. There was no spy hole in the single door and he was rubbing my arse all the way to the door of his flat...I stopped short to let him get past me to open his door but he pressed me up against his flat's door, now both of his hands were inside the rear vent of my coat, one hand on each hip, he pressed his body against mine, I felt his cock pressing between my buttocks.

"He whispered, "I like to ride the underground into the city at rush hour so that I can touch women without them realising...I like touching them with my hands but love to rub my cock..." there was a little shudder in his body and I felt wetness between my arse cheeks, "...it always makes me cum if I manage to touch a strangers bum with my cock, even if it is inside my trousers...Oh dear! I'm sorry about that. The door is unlocked, open it while I keep your coat out of my mess!"

I walked into Robert's flat, it was like pornography central...books, magazines and DVD's all over the place. I took my coat off and he passed me some kitchen paper to try to dry his spunk off of the outside of my dress. In the end I took my dress off, he hung it from a coat hanger and he hooked that over the shower curtain's rail. With the bathroom window open, the bathroom door as well and the bedroom window, there was a through draught of warm air that would dry the back of my dress quite quickly, almost perfect drying conditions.

Robert made us both a cup of coffee and while he was doing that, I sat on his bed settee looking around, I spotted the mirror that I'd seen from my bedroom window last night, I realised that when he was lying on his back, if he looked up, he would be able to see me on my bed but not only that, he would see my downstairs neighbours, John and Victoria's bed too. Just at the moment that I looked down onto my neighbour's bed, John threw the sheet off of his body and stood up on the top of the mattress to step over his wife.

John was naked and my first thought was, John's got very well defined pectoral muscles and quite pronounced nipples...shit, he didn't have a cock dangling down between his legs either. John had quite a rugged looking face and his brown hair was cut in a severe crew-cut hairstyle.

John ran to the toilet and then I watched Victoria sit up, she had a nighty on but not for long, she pulled her night dress off over her head and then John stepped back into their bedroom, 'Phew, John's found his cock!'

John had strapped a fake cock over his hips, he was still pulling the straps tight to hold it in place as he approached Victoria on their bed.

I heard a "Shit!" from Robert, he ran to his computer and turned an app on, then he turned his big screen TV on. John was just aiming the fake cock at Victoria's pussy when the large TV burst into life, it was an ultra close up film of the fake beige cock parting Victoria's bright red pussy lips. I extrapolated the image in my head from last night, the two pink blobs that I'd seen intertwined on Robert's TV through the mirror from my bedroom was almost exactly the same image as I could see now, only a thousand times clearer.

I looked at his window, there was an adjustable bracket with a tiny black box mounted on it, a one inch cube spy camera but judging by the picture on the screen, it was an extremely expensive one.

"Erm...Robert...have you ever filmed me on that thing?"

He gave me a strange look, then he looked back at the screen, "No, I filmed Margaret, the woman who lived there before you every day but after you put your curtains up, I pointed the camera at John and Vicky's flat, they don't have curtains yet!"

Margaret was the name of the woman who had head-hunted me and rented me the bed-sit for three hundred pounds a month more than she was being charged for it.

"How come you filmed Margaret every day?"

"Two or three times some days, she had lots of boyfriends that she used to screw."

"What, on that silly single bed?"

"No, she had a double mattress on the floor. When she moved out, she bought that single bed off of April from number ten, her daughter was sleeping on it until April bought her a new double bed!"

"How old is April's daughter?"

"She's just turned eighteen!"

I'd been sleeping in that single bed for three years so April had bought her daughter's new double bed when she was just fifteen...and the way it swayed, it was obvious that the bed had seen a hell of a lot of sex action before it was plonked down in my bed-sit...I put two and two together and came up with, 'April's daughter must have been extremely sexually active before she turned fifteen.

Robert suddenly said "Damned it!"

I looked from the TV screen to him, "What's the problem?"

"The postman's ringing their doorbell."

I looked back at the TV screen, Victoria's head was now totally filling the screen, she had opened the bedroom window and was leaning out of the window, holding her nighty over her breasts and she was talking to the postman, he had recorded delivery parcel that needed signing for.

Robert moaned, "They only play for thirty minutes on a weekday and then they go to work."

Robert looked at his wrist watch, "The eight twenty into Westminster will be leaving about now, that's one of the best trains for being over crowded...lots of sexy girls and women on that train...I usually have two orgasms between here and Parliament."

I looked at him, I was naked...he was naked, I thought, 'Bird in the hand mate!'

"I thought that you might want to do..." me...something...fuck, what was the right term, "...more than watching TV!"

He worked out what I meant, he gave me a serious look, "I'm still a virgin...my mother wouldn't let me live here if she knew that I'd had sex!"

"Why did you invite me over here then?"

He gave me a sly grin, "I like you, like how you look...I really loved touching you and rubbing myself against you and now I just want to share a cup of coffee with you!"

"Okay, whatever turns you on Robert...erm...do you have any films of Margaret on your computer?"

He shook his head.

"Shame!"

"But I have her on DVD!"

"I'd like to see, if that's okay with you!"

Robert started sorting through a shoe box full of DVDs, he had Margaret's name on the disk and a date, "Oh, this one is good, I filmed this one before I got the little spy camera."

He popped the DVD in the drive bay on his computer but before he pressed play, he looked me up and down and said, "Can you put your dress back on for me please?"

"My dress or just my mackintosh?"

"It'll make a mess of your coat!"

"The coat is washable, just like my dress is!"

"Then, if you're okay with it, I'd love it if you wore your coat please!"

I put my coat on and I buttoned the front closed and fastened the belt at my waist as well. He told me to lie on my right hand side with my back to him.

As soon as the video started, I recognised the woman that had recruited me from university. She was out on Westminster Road, she was dressed the way that the whores I'd seen up at Victoria House were, a small crop top with no bra, a micro miniskirt and boots with high heels. Robert had filmed her picking up a man, he filmed her right up to the door of the house, then there was a bad cut in the film and suddenly Margaret was walking into my bed-sit, I spotted the double mattress on the floor and watched as the man counted out a wad of money. Margaret stripped off totally and then she rolled a condom down his cock. His trousers and underpants were down around his knees as he got on top of her.

Robert was pressing the tip of his cock against my buttock through my mackintosh as I watched a disappointingly short fuck on the screen. Robert wiggled his right hand between my side and his bed, just enough so his fingertips touched the side of my breast.

The man fucking Margaret pulled himself off of her body and Robert shivered. I didn't feel any wetness through my mackintosh but I knew that he had just climaxed against the back of my coat covered buttocks.

Robert had filmed Margaret getting dressed again in her hooker's uniform and then, after another bad cut in the film, Margaret was again approaching men in cars, looking for another customer. It took her close to an hour to pick up her second customer and again Robert filmed her all the way to her front door, it looked like Margaret was walking along with her boyfriend, they were laughing and joking with each other all the way to the front door of the house where my bed-sit was.

There was a slightly better 'bad cut' in the film and then Robert was filming through his bedroom window, looking into my bed-sit. The film took a slightly different course this time, there was a little kissing and cuddling this time before the man counted out six twenty pound notes into Margaret's hand. Another change was that the man stripped off totally before joining Margaret on her bed.

There was another difference, the man fucked Margaret for a lot longer than the first man. I heard Robert breathing heavily on the TV, Robert had been masturbating himself as he recorded Margaret being fucked by her customer.

The filming of Margaret ended at that point and the film changed into a film taken in the underground station five hundred yards away from us, Robert was filming up under a school girl's dress as she travelled up the escalators.

"Right...if you've finished and you're happy, it is time for me to go now Robert!"

I carried my dress over my arm for my walk back home. I didn't look or feel the back of my coat until I was back in my bed-sit and then I took my coat off, I saw Robert was fully dressed and he was running towards the underground station, he'd had at least three climaxes in the past three hours and now he was running to the crowded trains heading into Westminster to have a little more fun.

Well, I was certainly learning a lot about men since I lost my virginity, some men, like John, who got turned on by the idea of being caught having sex by some innocent by passer. Men like Robert who didn't want to fuck a woman, just get their kicks out of watching strangers and touching them without their knowledge. Men like Sammy who got a kick out of sharing women with other men, taking an innocent and turning her into a whore. Men like my boss at the store who liked exercising his power over a woman who worked for him and who seemed to like fucking women in broad daylight in a car park in his wife's car. And what about Martin...what was his thing?

Well, I guess that Martin liked living on the edge, I'd already stopped him getting arrested for importuning once today.

Who would I meet next and would sex always be as much fun as it had been in my first few days.

Once again, I looked through my knicker drawer, it looked like a white cat out in a snowstorm, there wasn't a drop of colour to be seen, I'd need to look into something a little more colourful and sexy if I was going to keep looking for men to have sex with.

I picked out a little more 'Safe' dress to wear to go out shopping, a Clanngvn tartan wrap over skirt that was heavily pleated, very dark and moody, basically green and black with a very thin red line forming crosses onside broad green squares. I wasn't part of the clan 'Gvn' or 'Gunn' but I was born in my parent's house which was built on land traditionally owned by the Gunn family so in a way, I was allowed to wear that tartan, even though, because my parents were both English, the tartan I was supposed to wear was the Stuart tartan.

I topped the outfit off with a dark blue top with a high neckline...I wasn't showing off in any way, I wasn't 'Advertising' my sexual availability off to men in any way, I was even wearing flat shoes and no makeup on my face. Now I'd see just how many men hit on me as I used public transport to get to my nearest Tesco superstore. My store was a small, local store, all it sold was food and alcohol and I needed a new bed...well, a new double mattress at least so that meant going to a larger store!

I took the underground, it was just two stops, four men touched me inappropriately in my local station and two more touched me in the crush on the train. As I left my destination station, I was groped by another man and yet another as I waited at the bus stand for the bus out to the commercial centre.

As I sat on the bus for the fifteen minute ride, I played my journey through in my head, all in, eight men had sexually assaulted me in my short journey but, after reviewing the situations, it had happened to a similar extent on every trip into the city for the past three years, discounting weekends and holidays, probably fifteen hundred trips and eight or more men a day and I'd never linked all that groping as sexual until I met Robert and saw him actually shooting his spunk over me just from brushing against me.

The soft furnishings manager at the super store was Scottish and he challenged me over my choice of tartan, he had a very broad Scottish accent and of course, being the spawn of two English...erm, not men...of an English couple and I hadn't mixed with kids of my own age at school to pick up their lazy accent either so his assumption was that I'd bought the kilt for its fashion statement.

When I told him where I was born he relaxed and agreed that I had as much right to wear that tartan as a member of the Gunn family. We did the paperwork on the mattress, I was pleasantly surprised to find out that while I only got ten percent discount on food and drink, I actually got up to twenty-five percent discount on some more expensive things. I had chosen a middle of the road mattress that had a list price of one hundred and fifty pounds and when he told me that I would only have to pay a little over one hundred pounds, I upped the quality band, changed my choice to a two hundred pound mattress that ended up costing me one hundred and fifty pounds after discount.

I handed over real cash for my new mattress, the proceeds of my recent part time prostitution work. The delivery slots were all totally full for seven days which didn't seem reasonable to either of us and then he said, "Well, the store's grocery delivery van will be back at eight o'clock this evening...I could pop a mattress in it and drop it off at your flat this evening if there was a cup of coffee on offer!"

I thought that I had spotted a little gentle flirting from him while we were going through our transaction so I guess that I wasn't surprised that he offered to deliver my new bed to my flat this evening. I went to the shelves of bedding, a bottom sheet, a top sheet and a duvet for when the weather turned a little cooler. The soft furnishings managed spotted me at the till, paying for my bedding and he came over, "Would you like me to deliver your bedding along with your mattress tonight?"

"That would be very kind of you!"

He gave a little chuckle, "I'll expect more than just a coffee when I deliver this little lot..." I thought, 'Oh, here it comes!' "...At the very least, a chocolate biscuit or two!"

I grinned at him and left the store.

'Well, I'd have to see what happened later when Dave Hooper delivered the mattress to my house for me but I'd be surprised if he delivered my new bed to me and didn't expect more than a cup of coffee and a chocolate biscuit.'

I was alone at the bus stop back to the nearest underground station on the right line to get me home, I felt a little disappointed about that, no men at the bus stop meant no men to fondle me inappropriately.

Rush hour had definitely come to an end, the remote station was almost deserted, men would have no opportunity to get close enough to touch, unless there were more people on the train than were at the station.

I got all the way to my own station without anyone interfering with me.

I was walking from my station towards home when I remembered the coffee situation so I went into my own store and bought milk, sugar and a jar of Tesco's finest coffee and a back of chocolate biscuits.

I didn't know the checkout woman, she didn't usually work in our store. I flashed my staff card to get my ten percent and asked her where she was from.

She had travelled from the other side of the city, I smiled because she wasn't working the standard twelve noon to midnight, she had started at ten o'clock in the morning and she was leaving at ten pm so that she could get all the way home before the public transport on the other side of London packed up for the night.

We were alone at the till so I said, "Erm, when you use public transport, do men fondle you?"

"They do it all the time, I usually ignore them but if they go too far, I knee them in the nuts, that tends to calm them down a bit!"

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