Pick her up.

You drive down the street, Doe’s eyes following your approach. As you arrive at the intersection of 15th and Lincoln the light changes from yellow to red, and you pull the car to a stop near the curb. Doe steps down off of the curb as you roll down your window. The spike heels lend a hypnotizing sway to her hips as she walks towards you. With every “click” of her boots against the pavement you catch a glimpse of the uppermost portion of her toned inner thighs illuminated by dim streetlights.

She reaches the side of your car and leans down, placing one hand at the top of the doorframe for support. Her leather jacket falls open as she leans forward, presenting you with an amazing view of cleavage held in place by the laced-together front of her red halter top. The PVC must be thin – you can see the outline of her nipples just below where her firm breasts disappear beneath the edge of the material.

“Hey there, sexy,” she says in a throaty whisper. Her eyes still show a bit of nervousness. “Why don’t you let me show you a good time…?”

Someone further down the street behind her lets out an appreciative whistle. You can’t see exactly how much Doe’s showing while bending over like this, but it’s obviously enough to draw some attention.

“Yeah,” you say, reaching over to open the door. Your own nervousness is fading fast, being quickly replaced by rising desire. “Come on in.”

As Doe turns sideways and lowers herself into the passenger seat her skirt rides up on her ass, showing a good amount of the tight curve of her bottom. Pulling both legs inside of the car, she closes the door. Tearing your eyes away from her sexy figure, you pull away from the intersection as the light turns green.

“Well,” she says, biting her lower lip gently as she looks over at you. “What kind of a good time did you have in mind?”