It also sort of excited me too! When I got there I saw only one taxi sat waiting. I took a deep breath and hopped in the back. The driver looked in th... rear view mirror and smiled. Indian, mid 40s, not handsome but not ugly either. I smiled back and in my girliest voice said where I wanted to go. He nodded and we headed off.About a mile down the road he looked again and chanced a glance over a shoulder. "Your skirt is riding up you know?"I looked down and the bottom of my dress had ridden up. There's a lot to be said for the innocent and untouched look. Besides, it makes you feel so free and fresh, your pussy exposed and naked for all the world to see. It feels pretty good too – cool and wet at the same time, just waiting for a willing tongue to lick it or a hot finger to stroke it and tease those juicy pussy lips apart.”“That sounds amazing, too. I like the sound of that even better, I think.”“Do you want me to shave your pussy for you? Turn you into an innocent young girl again?. " She smiled at me, placing a warm hand on my thigh. "You know, Polly, I always suspected you would be gay, even when you were a girl." Hmmm... now that was interesting. "Really? Why was that?" Mom said, "Well, I breastfed you until you were four years old. You didn't seem to want to stop sucking my nipples." She smiled shyly. "I... I actually used to masturbate sometimes, back when I used to nurse you." I said, "Well, Mom, you do have great tits." Then I snickered. "It's a good thing I didn't. I had never seen him in anything other than his office attire, and the sight of him wearing something completely unfamiliar to me sparked excitement mixed with anxiety. “Hi.” I said. “Hi.” He replied. There was a fleeting moment of awkwardness as we realized we’ve never been alone like this before. A sudden wave of nervousness washed over me and caused my body to shudder. Our eyes met and I drank in his features, his mouth, his chin covered with a neatly trimmed beard, until at last my eyes.