5 minutes after the appointed time, the woman skidded to a halt on a Norton 500, all gleaming black leather and attitude. Propping the bike on its rest and shaking her long brown hair free from her helmet, which she left on the bike, she walked across to me, chewing gum, her intentions clear. I had deliberately dressed in a feminine style, as I’d been instructed, loose summer dress and heels, no underwear, showing lots of cleavage. Apparently my client liked doing it in the open and I glanced around to see if there were many potential observers in the park at this time of the afternoon. Save for a dog-walker in the far distance we were alone for now, but the children would be out of school soon. I glanced down to her leather trousers, trying to see the outline of the strap-on that she would be wearing, and then up to her face, noticing the intensity of her scrutiny of me. ‘I hope I don’t disappoint’ I offered. ‘Oh no baby,’ she replied; ‘you’ll do just fine’. She stood facing me and began to fondle my breasts; then reaching around pulled me to her and kissed me roughly. I tasted spearmint and smelt leather mixed with Chanel No 5 as her tongue brushed mine aside in its exploration of my mouth, I felt her breasts press hard against me and reached down to her crotch, feeling for the zipper. Her hands had pulled up my dress exposing my ass and were now kneading my ass cheeks. I pulled the zipper down as she broke the kiss and started kissing my neck, reaching a hand up to pull down the neckline of my dress and letting my breasts fall out. She greedily fed on them, pulling each nipple in turn with lips and teeth. Her fingers pushed my ass cheeks apart and fingered me, feeling my excitement, my wetness. She knew I wanted her as much as she did me… and she could feel I was ready. I’d managed to unzip her pants and a hard thick dildo sprang out, which I fondled and then tugged at, turning around as I did so and bending over a seesaw.