The text read: "Pick-up from Waitrose car park, Saffron Walden at 8:45pm". "C_o_n_f_i_r_m_e_d" , I typed, in my immediate reply. I was already prepared, expectantly awaiting the message; my black front-button dress covering my matching black lace underwear and lace-top fish net stockings. The bulge of my breasts pushed against the fabric of my dress and my stirring cock stretching the lace of my panties. I pulled into the car-park at precisely 8:40pm, removed the champagne from the cool box, nestled it amongst the cubes in the ice-box, set up the glasses and napkins on the rear centre arm-rest and had just finished touching up my lip gloss when I saw them approaching in the rear-view mirror. Her heels clicked on the tarmac as he led her across the car park, the black patent flashing in the moonlight and the steel buckles 'winking' in time with her paces. A knee length coat shrouded the shapely body beneath; a sexually charged body, its puffy labia kissing the lacy gusset of her panties with step; her engorged breasts and their erect nipples pressing against the fabric of her coat. I opened the door and placing my own black patent heel onto the tarmac, I stepped out of the car, doffed my cap in their direction and opened the offside rear door for her. She accepted the offering of my black lace gloved hand and held it gently as she lowered herself into the car and onto the cream leather of its rear seat. A glimpse of lace-top stocking and the clip of a suspender belt greeted my eyes as she sensually raised her other leg up and into the car. Closing the door behind her, I escort J to the other side of the car, opening and closing that door for him too. I return to my driver's seat and start the engine, the air-con promptly adjusting the air temperature. I offer you each a glass of Champagne. J eagerly accepts. "We've been in a bar, plucking up the courage to text you" he says. "I kept myself to just 2 drinks; not knowing if we were going through with it, and if we did, whether you were going to turn up" he said. He was clearly trying to appear calm and controlled but the occasional breaking of tone in his voice exposing his nervousness. A nervousness, I pondered, due solely to the eroticism of the situation he was in with M or was that a brief look of admiration, longing perhaps, that he gave me as I closed his door? "So I'm definitely up for it"...his words snapped me back to the moment. I smile. "Er, a drink, I mean", he added quickly. "I've had 3 already", M interjected, "but I'm up for it too", she giggled. They both jumped as the cork popped itself from the neck of the bottle and into the lace of my glove. Two glasses neatly poured. the bottle returned to its ice bucket and we were ready. He discreetly passed a note to me, a note with just an address on it. I entered the details into the sat nav as they'd sipped their drinks. "Are we ready?", I ask. "Yes" they both reply simultaneously, we all laugh together. All buckled up and I start her up, directing the V8 powered Jaguar firmly but smoothly out of the car park and onto the road. Glancing into the rear view mirror a few moments later, I am delighted at the sight reflecting back at me. M's coat is now fully unbuttoned and open. Her engorged nipples pushed proudly upwards on a wave of taught bosom created by the hammock cups of the 1/4 cup bra she wore. A smile breaking out on her face directs my gaze upwards; our eyes meet, her lips pout and I feel my own eyes widen at the beauty displayed so brazenly before me. "I'm so horny" says M. "My panties are soaking...look". My eyes lower, she parts her knees and guides the focus of my attention up her stockinged thighs, past the lace tops and the clasps of her suspenders, funnelling my gaze to the heat and lust of her pussy. Its lips had clearly failed to contain the wetness beyond; a dark wet patch being clearly visible in the gusset of the sexy black lace. "They are useless", she sighs, "I may as well take them off. You don't mind, do you?", she asks. Her lips pout again as she does so. "N..n..no, of course not. Whatever you are most comfortable with", I stammer. "The thought of tonight has just got me so wet and horny", she adds, as she eases the damp knickers down her legs and over her black patent heels. Scrunching them into a ball, she pops them into the pocket of the seat in front of her. I hope she forgets they are there and that she leaves them for me to eagerly take care of. "You know why I'm so horny, do you?", she enquires. "That would not be my business", I reply. "Well, I'm going to tell you" she pouts once more. "You are taking us to a stranger's house, someone we contacted on Swinging Heaven and have arranged to meet. You are going to wait outside whilst we go inside. He is going to wank himself off over my tits" she grabs one in each hand and wobbles them at me, "covering these tits and these nipples with his cum" she pinches a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, rubbing one way and then the other. "And when he is spent, J here is going to wank himself off over my tits too, Aren't you J?" She pouts once more in his direction. She lifts the forefinger of one hand up to her mouth, sucking it deeply between her sensually pouting lips. Down to the knuckle of her hand sucking it slowly in and then pushing it slowly back out. Glistening with moisture she runs it down her chin, her neck, in between her breasts. It circles her navel on its way to its goal. She shudders her hips backwards as the fingertip brushes her clitoris before slipping easily between the readily parting lips of her pussy. She sighs as she plunges first one, and then two, fingers deeply into her aching hole. "I just can't wait to get gooey; are we nearly there yet?"