I push the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, I look at him as he drinks in the image of me in my heels and new ...ingerie, a lacy red push up bra with a matching thong and suspender belt that holds up my beautiful stockings. It's now my turn to tease him. Turning away and making my way towards the staircase, I can hear him breathe in sharply with anticipation and undoing his belt, the familiar clink of the buckle exciting me even more. I look over my. Before I could buy the next drink however a text message beeped. Her facial expression changed to worry and concern. "Sorry, I need to leave now. I see you tomorrow at the exhibition?". I said my good-bye - not even a hug - saw her leave the bar in a hurry and got back to my drink. Surely, this was her boy friend. A twinge of disappointment made me down the dreggs in my glass and go home.The next day I was quite surprised to actually meet her at the museum. "I needed to be on time because I. The driver turned and watched as I slid my thong down my legs before returning to the back seat, foot once again raised, the heel of my shoe in danger of puncturing the back of his head. Legs akimbo, I resumed my ministrations. Fingers pressed against my clitoris, circular motions bringing a glow to my face and chest. As the light turned green once more, I raised my fingers to my mouth, licking them clean, wetting them. A blare from a horn behind us jerked the driver back to reality, and he set. During our session, she said, “I need a fresh sperm sample, so that I can study it under a microscope – we’re doing the human reproductive system at school, and I’m probably the only one with access to fresh semen!”“No problem” I chuckled, “As long as you are prepared to collect it, I’m happy to squirt it out!”“There’s just one thing” she said, “We are working in pairs, so my friend Tina will be a part of the study” and then before I could speak she said, “It’s OK, she wants to see how a penis.