You Julia

Almost too soon, the minicab pulls up and you open the door for your date, sliding in behind her. She shudders in the sudden warmth and smiles at you as she fastens her seat belt. You scoot over to the centre seat to be next to her and lean in for a kiss. Julia pulls back as far as she can in the confines of the cab, pressing her head against the headrest, but she doesn't turn away as your lips find hers and your tongue invades her willing mouth.

Her body remains impassive, but she returns your smooch with a smouldering passion which makes even the most lustful of your previous lovers seem tame and halfhearted by comparison. She tastes of the wine and coffee and a fresh tang you can't identify, a combination that might put you off if you didn't want to fuck her senseless so badly. Your hands maul her breasts through her blouse, then travel lower, under the hem of her skirt to grab her lacy knickers.

Julia lifts her bottom to help you slip them down to her thighs and you plunge your fingers between her legs, finding her soaked with arousal and yielding to your touch. You thrust inside her, drawing forth a moan of debasement and desire, whilst your other hand pinches and rolls her nipple and your tongue continues its **** on her mouth.

Julia's eyes are open, staring past you towards the driver's seat, mortified by the thought that he can tell what you are doing to her, but she can't prevent her visceral response. Soon, she is panting hard and rocking her hips forward to increase her stimulation. That is your signal to pull out and make your date clean her juices off your fingers with her tongue, before guiding her head towards the erection straining in your crotch.

Her hands now stir, for the first time since you moved in for the kiss, unfastening your fly so that she can hungrily devour your whole length, clearly experienced in fellatio. Her lips mash your wiry pubes, chestnut locks falling over your lap as if attempting to hide her shameful actions from the driver.

Your date's head bobs up and down with increasing urgency until you feel your balls tightening in culmination of the last two hours, your seed streaming down her throat just as you feel the taxi slowing. Julia lives in a flat in a converted three-storey house near the college and you quickly make yourself descent, before tumbling out, wrapped in each other's arms. You assume that the action will continue in the flat, but it seems Julia has other ideas.

"Decent women don't invite men into their homes on the first date, especially when their sisters are at home," she replies, "even if they've just sucked them off in the back of a taxi."