Like I already said, I had to go to the other end of the town and it was going to be a ride of at least half an hour at this hour of the day, so I leaned back and relaxed as the driver finally put his vehicle into motion, joining the stream of traffic in the crowded streets. The movement of the car, the occasional braking and acceleration, made me feel drowsy and whenever I feel like that my mind turns to sex.
I began thinking about all the things which were going to happen to me in the brothel and I think it is obvious that I started to get all wet between the legs, and the crotch of my thin panties became all sticky with my freely flowing cunt-juice.
I watched the driver in the mirror and I could see he needed all his attention to the traffic, so I decided I might as well take the blasted panties off and if possible play around with my eager hot box a little. It would be so much nicer if I came to my appointment without those bothersome panties on and with my cunt all nice and wet and full of spunk.
I stuck my hand under my dress and without taking my eyes from the front seat mirror I took off my panties without lifting myself too much from the seat, thus attracting unwanted attention.
The cool wind coming through the opened window was lovely on my heated slit and I left my dress as high up my thighs as I thought I could afford to. Keeping my eyes on the mirror, I stuck my right hand under my dress and my agile fingers searched and found my opened slit.
It's very hard to describe the sensation I always feel when my own fingers touch my slit, when it's ready and waiting for me. And this time the sensation I felt was even greater. The knowledge I could be found out by the driver, added some extra spice to it. People who don't master the real finesse it takes to give oneself a satisfying rubdown can't fully understand the thrill of it, but to me frigging is still one of the nicest things in sex and I never grow tired of it.
This was the first time, however, I had frigged myself in a moving car with a complete stranger at the wheel, and shivers of lewd delight ran over my back. I wished Sue was here and we were frigging one another. I could almost picture us working on each other's slits, while a cab driver was conducting us to our destination of even greater sensual delights. Next time we went out together we must do it together. It would be just too marvelous.
The first joints of my forefinger dipped into the moist slit and my clitty swelled under its caressing touch. The little red pepper reared its head, eager to be played with, to be fondled and titillated. The cab halted for a traffic light and I now had to watch the driver in the mirror as well as the drivers of the cars standing beside the cab.
On the right side of the cab was a low sports car and the driver, an elderly gentleman, couldn't possibly look into the much higher taxi. But on the left side there was a huge lorry and its driver leaned out of the window and looked down in the cab before I could take my hand away from under my dress.
“What the hell,” I thought. “Let them look. I don't care! Before they can do anything about it, the traffic had to start moving and I will probably never see them again.”
So to make his view a bit more exciting for the lorry driver I raised my dress and my bare cunt and ass came into his sight. His eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw my hand buried between my legs and I thought he was going to jump from his car and rape me then and there, right in the middle of the street. But before he could do so the traffic lights changed color and we began moving again.
Before his surprised eyes I took my finger, dripping with cunt-juice, from my slit and shook it at him. His face turned red and I couldn't stop myself from laughing loud and hard.
This made my driver turn his head and lucky for me, my dress was down and I looked more or less decent again. The cab driver didn't say anything, but turned his attention to the traffic again and, having had my fun, I decided to refrain from any activity till I reached my destination. There I was going to get all the action I could take and I didn't want to arrive dead tired.
When we arrived at the street where I wanted to go I told the driver to drop me off at the corner, deciding it would be better if I walked the last few yards, so he wouldn't see me entering the house.
The street was really what I had expected it to be and one could almost feel the depravity and lewdness behind the many closed curtains. Slowly walking down the street, I already got the feel of the atmosphere. Men and women were hanging in doors and windows, all of them making all sorts of propositions as I passed them. Some of them were so inviting and obscene I could hardly refrain myself from accepting them, but I had an appointment which I had wished for for such a long time and I walked on, making sort of half-promises to come back some other time.
The entrance to the brothel was a little off the street in a dark and filthy alley. Stepping up to the door, I pressed the bell-button. Almost immediately the door was opened by a woman in her fifties. She looked her age, but all the same she was still beautiful and even before she had said anything I already took a liking to her. Her eyes lighted up and she welcomed me with a broad smile.
“You must be the Mitzy I have heard so much about,” she said. “Do come in my dear and feel welcome in my house.”
“And you must be Judith,” I answered. “I'm so delighted to be here, and am so pleased to meet you. I have heard a lot about you and I expect to pass a wonderful time in your house.”
“You're so right, my dear. I'm Judith. I'm sure you will find here everything you're expecting. Here, let me take your coat and let's go inside.”
Ringing a little bell that stood on the table in the hall, we waited till the summoned maid arrived to take care of my coat. The girl, who came after only a few minutes, was beautiful and dressed like an old-fashioned maid. I handed her my coat, after which I followed Judith into the interior of the house.
We walked through a beautifully decorated, long corridor, and it was hard to believe a house so elegant existed in this sort of neighborhood. When we came to an ornamented door Judith halted and opened it with a key that hung on a thin golden chain from her neck. This surprised me terribly and Judith, seeing my surprise, gave me a reassuring smile.
“These happen to be my own quarters and the girls working for me are not allowed here. In fact, only very few have ever been here. It's only my favorites I permit in this room and to prevent the others from sneaking in when I'm not present I find it easier to lock the room. It's here that I have all my possessions and the things I value, all the priceless items I have carefully gathered and collected during my long career as a whorehouse madam. And this is also the room I have my own fun in, because although I'm not as young as you are, I still like to make love in its most varied ways, although I have seen enough of it, since I have made sex my profession. But let's go in and make ourselves comfortable.”
I did as she said and stepped into her room, while Judith carefully closed the door behind us. I had never seen a room like it before and I don't think I will ever see one again. The whole room was fitted out like a temple of erotic love. Heavy rugs covering the marble floor, cushions all over the place, easy chairs in all sorts of shapes, couches-some of them rather peculiar in shape, but with one obvious reason, to make love in with all the comfort one could wish for.
Judith, seeing my main interest going to some of the chairs and couches immediately began to explain their rather special use to me. Standing beside one chair she said, “As you will probably already know, it's sometimes very hard to find a suitable chair to frig oneself in. You will know that sometimes terrible craving one feels, to masturbate all of a sudden, and I think there is nothing so frustrating as not having the right chair to do it in. In wanking one must also have some variation, and lying on the bed isn't always what one wants at a given moment. So if you want to do it sitting in a chair so you can look between your legs properly, and watch your own hand to your leisure, you often find you haven't got the right sort of chair for it. Sometimes the armrests are too high to hang your legs over them without feeling uncomfortable. Another time they are too low, so the slit you want to play with doesn't open enough under your fingers. And then the seat of most chairs… but that's a chapter apart. They are either too long or too short and come to think of it, I don't think there is one really comfortable chair made for this special purpose. I think the designers of furniture think a chair isn't meant to frig oneself in, or they are completely asexual.
“So after some annoying experiences with this sort of thing I decided to eliminate all this and had this chair especially designed for me, although the man who made the chair to my wishes couldn't clearly see what I wanted with a chair like that. Of course I didn't tell him what its use was going to be. As you see, the armrests are adjustable, so you can raise or lower them. The front of the seat has a special design. If you're seated in it, the piece taken out of the front is ideally fitted at the slit you want to play with and your hand, armed with a dildo or just your fingers, can easily and without any trouble reach your cunt. On the little steps at the bottom of the chair a
