I was naked, so I put on a flimsy, knee length robe to walk him out. I turned to give him a platonic "thanks for coming" hug but instead he pushed me towards the open door. The freezing air hit me like a wall. I felt his hand on my back and he pushed me again until I was standing outside, my bare feet on the frozen concrete. I squealed and hopped from foot to foot for a few seconds, but then stood still. I set my feet flat on the ground, just to see how long I could do it. He casually pulled my robe aside and roughly slipped his fingers inside my pussy.
I gasped and laughed under my breath and gasped again with a gust of wind. I did a half-ass scan of the street, enjoying the bite of the air on my bare skin and his fingers digging around inside me. My cunt seemed to be getting hotter to compensate for the cold. I wondered how long I would have to stand there before icicles formed between my legs.
"You're such a whore." He said. Then he pulled out and went on his way without looking back.
I nodded with a little giggle, closed the door and hopped back up the steps.
