We rode home in the backseat of a dark taxi, after a lovely night out. I skimmed across the bench seat, snuggled up close to you, wiggled and wriggled until I was sure I had your full attention. When I could see your dark eyes watching me, I deliberately spread my legs and slid my hand under my skirt. You didn’t have a clear view of what I was doing, but the approving smile that slowly spread across your face, as you lightly caressed the black lace panties in your pocket, showed you knew. I had slipped them into your hand earlier at the restaurant. I lightly panted and my eyes flashed wicked, as my two middle fingers slowly slid out of my warm, wet cunt. You could see them glistening as we passed the streetlights. I delicately glazed my juices across your slowly parting lips before gliding my fingers into your salivating mouth. You sensually began sucking them. Lost in the pleasure of your mouth, I inhaled sharply when your hand abruptly found its way between my legs and entered my dripping pussy. I shut my eyes and relished the feeling of your fingers exploring my folds. I leisurely reopened them as your fingers were languidly removed, dripping with my wetness and slowly brought up to my lips. You barely touched my bottom lip and my mouth opened, awaiting my turn to taste. I looked quizzically at you as you withdrew your fingers from my awaiting lips. Your steely stare and dark smirk sent chills down my spine when you placed your fingers into your own mouth and sucked them clean.