‘And why, pray, Box?’ ‘It is named after a village nearby.’ Donna slipped her arm around my shoulders and pulled me to her. ‘You, College, a...e a bloody mine of information. Who needs the Internet when she’s got you? My little Wikidyke.’ ‘Donna,’ I hissed. ‘There are other people on this train.’ ‘No slouch at observation either. Fancy a drink? I feel like getting you a bit tipsy then having my way with you.’ God but she talks loudly sometimes. To my astonishment she produced from her rucksack. There she was, a sultry, slutty dressed street sissy whore ready for action. My plan was to give myself away to any willing guy at a well known local cruising place, a public car park, well secluded, with lots of nice hidden spots. I drove there and arrived early evening, the warm late spring sun still standing in the sky, I was first, after parking the car, I walked over to a group of picnic tables and benches, a couplenof other cars had arrivex and the guys in them watched every move of me, I. I was so turned on by this and i asked her if it ever went any further and she told me that on a couple of occasions it did. She said that they would sometimes taste each others fingers afterwards and also that they would lay together on the same bed and kiss as they reached orgasm. I noticed that she was touching herself while she was telling me this. Then she blew me away by telling me that the last time they'd done this was about a year ago when they went to a university reunion ball and. I slipped off the dress and stood in my knickers and brassiere, tossed the dress casually onto the back seat, reached down and pulled my knickers down and stepped out of them.I stood upright looking across the top of the car, only wearing my black brassiere, and put my arms on top and just stood there, making no effort to do anything else.I could hear the undergrowth crackle as he made directly for the car and when I sensed he was close behind me, I raised my foot onto the door stop and waited.