"I'm ready!" he called up the stairs. "I'll just go get the car started."

It was another crisp night, and he breathed into his hands to warm them as the car's heater came on. He didn't mind when she went out with friends; it gave him much needed time to himself. As she opened the door and slid into the enger seat, he caught a glimpse of a short black dress under her overcoat.

"Why don't you put on some music?" he asked. As her phone connected to the bluetooth stereo, sound filled the car and he pulled out of the driveway.

She tapped her fingers against her thigh, looking out the enger window. He caught glimpses of her as the streetlights momentarily illuminated the interior. She was in that short black dress, the one that plunged low in the back. Was she wearing a bra? He looked again, could see her sheer black tights and short heels. This didn't seem like a "dinner in the city with a girlfriend" outfit. Nor did her red lips, or her hair, falling in black waves to her shoulders. He didn't say anything.

"Just drop me off by the entrance?" she asked, glancing over.

"Mhm," he said. "Pick you up here at ten?"

"Better plan on eleven," she replied. "We might get a drink or two after dinner."

Her phone chimed, and she reached forward to pause the music.

"See you in a bit," she chirped, leaning across to kiss him on the cheek. "Have a good night!"

"You, too!"

He watched her walk into the station, her hips and legs and those heels making his pants grow tight. Pulling away from the curb, he turned the car stereo back on. A dial tone filled the car; her phone must still be linked. And just as he reached out to turn off the Bluetooth, the call connected.

"Hey -- where are you?" a deep voice said.

His hand tightened on the wheel; he pulled into a car park.

"Just by the entrance," she said.

"Okay," the voice replied. "I'm two minutes away."

The line went quiet. All he could hear was the sound of his own breathing. He backed into a space facing the station, and turned off the headlights.

She reappeared at the entrance as he turned off the headlights and waited.

A tall figure strode up to her, and if there had been any doubt about what was happening, it quicky disappeared. The figure wrapped her up in a firm embrace. As she pivoted one way, he could see a hand grasping her ass; as she turned again, he saw another hand inside her coat, pawing at her breasts. The two figures pushed into a dark corner, grabbing and pulling at one another. He couldn't believe it. As his eyes adjusted to the low light, he could see her coat falling off her shoulders, the figure's mouth on her neck, and now her hand reaching down over his crotch.

He could not quite process what was happening. Without quite thinking, and without even a quick glance to see if anyone was around, he found his own hard cock with his hand. Watching this figure grope and devour her, pull her dress to the side so anyone might see, watching her manner, her grasping hands over the pants, seeing her beg, was too much. As the figure's hand reached under her dress, he unzipped his pants, and began stroking his own cock. He watched her shudder, spreading her legs in the shadows to accept this person's fingers. The head of his cock felt like it would explode. He watched her grasp his shoulders, pull his hair back, telling him, it seemed, that it was time to go. He stroked faster.

Standing upright, the figure turned her around, feeling underneath her dress, and whispering something in her ear. She took a quick look around, and finding the lot deserted, dropped quickly down in front of him.

At a distance of some thirty meters, he of course couldn't make out just what was happening -- other than the figure's hand on the back of her head, moving rhythmically now, speeding up, almost in rhythm with his own strokes, and as she slowed and then came to a stop, filled up by this stranger, he came -- hard -- in the car.

That broke the spell. He looked quickly around; thank god, there was no one else in the parking lot. Looking back toward the entrance, he saw the two quickly walking away. To where, who knows.

He breathed hard; his face felt warm. What had just happened? He must have turned on the car, though he didn't driving back home.

A few hours later, he was back at the station. The 11:01pm train pulled in, and a minute later, she walked out from the station entrance.

She got into the enger seat.

"Hey," she said, smiling. "Thank you. That was actually really nice. We had a few drinks, and then ended up talking forever."

"Yeah?" he said.

"Mhm." She leaned her head back against the seat. "I needed that."

"You looked so good tonight," he said. "I hope your friend appreciated it."

"What's that?" she said. "Appreciated what? This dress?"

"The dress, those tights and heels, all of it. And especially," he added, "those beautiful red lips."

She laughed. "Well, do think anyone wouldn't appreciate them?" she murmured.

As he nosed the car out toward home, she leaned over, unzipping his pants to make sure that he, too, appreciated those soft, red lips.