The sudden jerk of the cab broke the tension in the backseat. I looked up to see the eyes of our driver peering into the rear-view mirror. Had he been watching? The squirming adjustment being made behind the steering wheel gave me my answer. When he looked up again, our eyes locked. His were dark and hungry. I couldn’t help myself and I asked him if he liked what he was seeing?
He blushingly replied, “Excuse me?”
I couldn’t help but smirk as I retorted, “Don’t play dumb with me Mr. Taxi Driver. Did you like the show you were watching in the backseat?”
After a momentary pause and a deep breath, he answered in a low tone, “Yes. Very Much.” You reached over and squeezed my thigh and gave me a knowing look. “Mr. Taxi Driver, would you like a taste?” I seductively asked.
The Taxi suddenly jerked right and down a dark and abandoned alley. Throwing the cab into park, his eyes pierced through the mirror and he growled, “YES!”
I couldn’t help but smile as my hand slowly made its way down and under my skirt. When my fingers reappeared, they were covered with the sticky honey dripping from my pussy. I leaned forward, never breaking our hungry stare, reached over the seatback, slowly around his head and slipped my fingers through his parting lips. He closed his mouth around my fingers and sucked them hard. He made a popping sound when I had to forcefully pull them from his hungry suck.
Our hypnotic stare broke and he turned his glare in your direction.
With no inflection or reaction, you simply commanded, “Driver, let’s go please.”
I slithered back on the seat and into your awaiting arms. We snuggled close, as our driver took us home.
This is a companion piece to Taxi https://missameliaandsir.wordpress.com/2019/10/19/taxi/