Underneath, she wore a bikini – a very skimpy one. Very very skimpy. The bottoms were high rise to her hips, leaving all but a narrow strip of cloth...above her sexy legs and bare hip. There also wasn’t much to the front either, and the back proved the bottoms were more thong than standard bikini bottom. The bra consisted of mostly string and a few square inches of the colorful material to make the suit ‘legal’ in only one or two states. She also donned some high heels that passed as CFM shoes.. I got out and dried myself, except my pussy which was wet with anticipation and need. The flat was empty this evening as mother and the rest had gone to spend the night over at uncles and I had opted out due to training, but promised to make it up to him by staying over some other time.It was just past nine when I finally lay down with the damp towel still wrapped around my nude body and I lit a smoke, something I never did at home but masturbating made me nervous and I wanted to be in the. I was wearing what I told him I would be. Heels, fishnets, my sluttiest red underwear and a very short tight black dress. The glances that I had received from the men on the train had already got my cunt soaking wet. I wasn’t sure if the woman who sat opposite me envied me or wanted to fuck me when I had uncrossed my legs and flashed her my damp knickers. I got so turned on I had to go into the toilet and run my finger over my slit just teasing myself a little. I dipped my finger into my tight. I felt good, had a beer and went to sleep feeling good.Next day, me at gym for an hour, then breakfast and meetings the whole day, came bk to hotel at 5 pm, and a trick I learned was to take a cat nap before going out, so managed 30 mins of shut eye, got up, shaved again went down to the cafe and met Paula who gave me a coffee and a Bagel as we had a date for dinner and city sights. I went bk to room and had some work to catch up with, send the Emails pending and then as it was 9 pm, dressed.