Two female passengers make it hard for a taxi driver to keep his eyes on the road.
Balancing gingerly on the corner of the bed, she leans forward in her robe to look into the mirror, flashing the tiniest bit of silky flesh; silently taunting my reflection. I’m aroused and fascinated, watching from behind as she crayons on thick kohl eyeliner, blots her crimson lips and finishes applying her make-up mask.
Finished, she rises from the bed and removes her delicate satin covering, unveiling her beautiful body – long, lithe and creamy-skinned. She drops the gown onto the bed and takes up her catsuit. Stepping into it, she pulls it up gracefully. She always likes to make the effort when we go out.
She knows I’m watching and she likes to be seen. She turns to me to and asks me to help her zip up, so take my place, kneeling before her. Savouring these few moments, I trace a finger up from her ankle, over the front of her legs, across her inner thighs and over her smooth bottom. At the curve of her back, I take hold of the zip and drag it upwards, finally resting my hand at that delicate place at the back of her neck.
Already garbed in a short dress myself, I pour us both drinks at her request and order us a taxi. The passing moments are spent sipping our drinks and eventually a taxi beeps outside. We venture outside and we jump in the back of the taxi. It’s a roomy five-seater, but I still sit close enough to smell her.
Even as the taxi driver takes us into town, I feel his eyes upon us, focusing alternately on the hemline of my dress and her tight figure. Alcohol warms our blood and she looks at me, raising an eyebrow. I sense that she wants to play.
She begins by running her manicured nails up my inner thigh, under my dress, and gently toys with my neatly trimmed bush through my cotton panties. I sit motionless and give away no hint of emotion or pleasure as the driver starts chatting inanely about his customers. Taking in my controlled composure, and seeing that she is losing, my lover leans in to my ear and whispers an order to part my thighs wide. I do as I’m told, slowly uncrossing my legs and spreading them. This flicker of movement catches the driver’s attention and he watches in the rear-view mirror just as she places her forefinger in her mouth and sucks it. He clears his throat, seemingly uncomfortable.
She looks blankly out of the window, appearing disinterested in the outside world as she fingers my c**t. I feel sensation building; moisture is clinging to me and my knickers are soaking through to the leather seat beneath me. She teases me, lightly circling and flicking my clit with her forefinger, all the while looking at the taxi driver in the mirror. I can hear that his breathing is laboured and I can see that his pallor is a deep red. I can tell that she’s starting to enjoy herself, servicing us both at the same time. He carries on along the road and she unbuckles herself and drops to her knees in front of me.
There’s no mistaking what the driver can see now as she slides me forward so that my bottom is on the edge of the seat and her face is buried deep in my pussy. Seconds afterwards, he pulls into a dark side street and stops the car. He switches off the lights of the cab and in the silence it occurs to me that suburbia is eerily quiet for a Saturday night.
The driver turns to watch her burying her face inside me, my legs splayed over her shoulders, back arched to take her tongue in further. His eyes are on me now and I’m enjoying him watching. She slides one finger inside me as she sucks my clit and I’m bucking against her, my pussy bruising her face as I ram against her. She slides another finger into me. This is part of her game, to see how much I can take. She slides a third finger in and even pushes one into my arsehole, filling me up and sending me aching and groaning over the edge. I lose myself, convulsing with her fingers embedded inside me.
In that second the driver opens his door and comes out round to the back. He opens the door and ducks into the back of the cab with us. Wordlessly, we exchange places. She lays across the three seats and I unzip her from on the floor before taking a seat opposite.
He takes over, slowly peeling her clothes off of her. I watch him tend to her. I can tell by her expression that she’s curious, unused to being a ‘taker’. She’s excited and unsure in equal measure. With modesty eventually removed, she is spread bare on the back seat. He then motions for me to join him, and I get down on my knees again so I’m level with her pussy, and begin to suck and lick her clit. Together we feast on her, licking and servicing her beautiful c**t.
After a pause, he takes me by the hips and moves me towards her, motioning for me to sit on her lap. I do so, grinding my c**t against hers. She’s wet beneath me, slipping and sliding on the leather. The driver takes a seat opposite, an erection pressing against his trousers, enjoying the show as she bends over, her knees on the hard floor, legs spread wide and her breasts pressing into the cool leather as I lick her c**t from behind. Her breathing is laboured and I can feel her shuddering as my face and fingers are filling her up. She moves faster as she rides me hard, my face covered in her sweet scent and my fingers deep inside her. I slip my tongue inside her bottom and her moans of surprise and ecstasy as she at last comes are beautiful.
Covered in her flavours, I help her dress again and the driver wordlessly returns to the front of the cab and starts the engine up again, his erection still achingly obvious.
