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Sometimes driving a taxi is a real pain in the ass, or just plain boring. There’s nothing worse than driving around all night listening to idiots on the radio, waiting for a fare. It does have its moments however. I especially look forward to sudden rainstorms in the summer. There’s nothing quite like a soaked silk blouse to really perk up an afternoon.
Several weeks back I was cruising the business district, empty as usual. 7pm around here usually is a good time, folks leaving their offices to head home or for dinner. Not tonight though. It had been raining a bit all afternoon, but had suddenly really started to come down hard. I turned a corner just in time to see a woman at the curb get completely soaked by some moron speeding through a puddle. I slowed and stopped in front of her, and rolled down the window. “Nice move that jerk pulled, huh?” I said. She stopped swearing long enough to realize a cab was in front of her, and smiled slightly as she opened the door. Her blouse was plastered against her skin, and there was no missing the outline of her breasts. I watched her settle herself in the seat and asked where she wanted to go. “Just home,” she said. “And that would be…?” I asked. That brought a laugh from her. “I’m sorry,” she said, and gave me her address. It wasn’t all that far, and I pulled away from the curb.
It was hard to keep my mind on the road. I get lots of good-looking women in my cab. But she was different somehow. A bit older, mid 40s maybe, dressed well (or at least had been). I pegged her for upper management, maybe one of the stock firms. She still had a great figure and a very pretty face. I watched her try to spruce herself up, wiping her face with her sleeve. “If you reach under the front seat you’ll find some clean towels in a bag.” I told her. “You can dry off somewhat with them.” Another smile, this one a little bigger. “Thanks, you’re sweet,” she said.
Traffic was light so it didn’t take too long to get to her building. I even found a spot only a few doors away from hers. I pulled in and told her the fare. “Fuck,” she said, “My purse is soaked.” She handed me a limp twenty. “Sorry” she sighed. “Don’t worry about it.” I said. I got a brain flash just then. I jumped out of the car, grabbing my umbrella from under the seat, canlı bahis and ran around to her door. She looked at me in surprise as I opened the door and offered my hand to help her out. “I’ve never had a cabbie open a door for me before.” she said, “or offer an umbrella.”
“I figure it’s been rough enough on you already,” I replied. She did look pretty sorry sitting there drenched. She smiled up at me again and took my hand. Her skirt slid way up her thighs as she got out, a nice flash of flesh for my efforts. I held the umbrella over us and we headed for her door.
She fumbled for her keys, cursing again at the water in her bag. “I suggest getting out of those wet clothes and into a dry martini.” I said. She laughed out loud, “Exactly what I was thinking. Do you mix drinks as well as rescue damsels?”
“The driest martini this side of the desert,” I replied. “How about coming up and making us one then?” she asked. “My pleasure,” I said and we went in the door.
I followed her up the stairs, watching her ass sway as we climbed. A very fine ass it was too. The thought of watching that ass with my cock in it got me hard in a hurry. I wondered how far this would go.
Inside her apartment she pointed towards the liquor. “You work your magic there and I’ll try to work some on my hair and face,” she said. After she headed for the bathroom I looked around the place. Nicely done, elegant but not showy. I got the gin and vermouth out, mixed a good stiff one for her and a slightly lighter one for myself. “Your drink is ready,” I called to her. “Okay, I’ll be right there.” she said. She stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a robe, with a towel around her head. “Damn, I’ll never get the mud out of that suit,” she said as she took her glass from me. “I suppose I shouldn’t say ‘ Here’s mud in your eye then’ should I?” I joked. “God that was bad,” she said, but she laughed. “What should I call you,” she asked, “cabbie hardly seems fitting.”
“I’m Anton,” I said, “and you are?”
“Isabel,” she replied. “Hello Isabel, its nice to meet you.”
“Thank you. It’s been a pleasure to meet you too,” she said.
We sat on the couch, made small talk about the weather, rude people, all that stuff. I made her another drink. “This is very good,” bahis siteleri she said, “Quite talented for a cab driver. What other surprises do you have?” I told her I gave excellent neck rubs. She smiled at that and asked for a demonstration. I put my drink on the table, walked around behind the couch and started massaging her neck. I worked on her neck and jaw line a bit, and then started onto her shoulders. She purred a little as I rubbed and squeezed her muscles. I pushed her robe away from her shoulders a little to work on her arms more. I kept kneading her shoulders as she relaxed and sank in to the couch. The more she leaned back the more her robe opened, and soon her breasts were fully visible. I ran my hands down her chest, not quite touching her breasts but moving closer with every circle. I asked her to sit up, and slid the robe off her shoulders. Now I started on her back, sliding my hands around her sides and barely brushing her tits. She continued to make little purring sounds as I worked.
I stopped and asked where the bathroom was. A bit surprised she pointed down the hallway, “Second door on the left.” I walked down the hall and in to the bathroom. A quick glance around and I found what I was looking for; body lotion. With skin as smooth as hers I was certain there’d be one. I returned to the couch and her face lit up in understanding.
Warming a dollop in my hand I instructed her to stretch out on the couch. She placed her drink on the table and rolled onto her stomach. I pulled the robe away from her and was rewarded with a magnificent view of her ass. It was perfect, round and quite firm looking, not a wrinkle in sight. Nice tan lines too; apparently a bikini wearer and a small one at that.
Kneeling on the floor I began smoothing the lotion over her back, pressing with my palms and working my way down her spine. The purrs grew louder as I worked, and she visibly relaxed and sank into the couch. More lotion and I was at her hips, kneading the firm flesh with my fingers. Every circle brought me closer to her ass.
I paused for a second and took a sip of my drink. She turned her head and smiled at me. Taking the lotion in hand, I drew a line along the back of each leg. I hadn’t warmed it this time and she jumped a bit. I started bahis şirketleri rubbing the lotion into her thighs with long strokes up and down her legs. She shifted on the sofa and spread her legs a bit. Now I was able to get my hands between her thighs, and I slowly got closer and closer to her pussy. The further up her legs I moved the more she spread them. I grabbed some more lotion, covered my hands with it and started on her ass.
With both hands I grabbed handfuls of her ass, squeezing and rubbing. It was so tight and smooth, unbelievable for a woman her age. I slid my hand along the crack, filling it with lotion. She responded by lifting her butt off the couch for me. I ran my fingers up and down her crack, paying a bit of attention to her anus. Each stroke brought another moan and more shifting of her hips. I pulled her legs apart and slipped my finger into her ass. It was tight at first but she relaxed immediately and I slid right in. Slowly I began to slide in and out, adding a bit more lotion to keep it slick.
I leaned over her shoulder, running my tongue along her neck. I could hear her breathing deepen as I continued in her ass and nibbled on her ear. Suddenly she pulled herself up to her knees. Without a word she turned her ass to me and buried her head in the cushions. I got off the floor, and quickly got out of my pants. I was hard and ready to go. I poured a big glob of lotion on her ass, worked some of it into her asshole and spread the rest on my cock. Pushing her cheeks apart I rubbed the head of my cock against her hole. She pushed back, wriggling her ass to give me a better angle. It was so slippery I was able to bury myself in her with my first thrust.
Her moans got louder fast. She was working her ass against me, meeting my thrusts with her own. I pumped away into her, harder and harder as she squealed. Even into the pillows she was loud. It was such a beautiful sight watching my cock disappear into her ass. I spread her cheeks even further, stretching her anus as far as I could. That sweet pink hole swallowed my cock greedily. I grunted and came. A few more strokes and I was drained. I pulled out and watched the cum leak from her hole. Exhausted, I sat on the couch She turned and curled up next to me, gently stroking my cock, her head on my chest.
“Mmmmm, like I said, quite talented for a cab driver. You’re full of marvelous surprises,” she murmured. I leaned my head back against the sofa and closed my eyes. Sometimes driving does have its moments.
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