The Taxi

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OOC: This will be a two way thread for Mistress Jorja and I, at least for now. We may need a taxi driver who will only be an observer, but then again lets see how the story goes cause it ain't been writ! I am playing the part of Trevor Hamilton, a southern lawyer who moved up north to the big city for big bucks because of his ability to charm the juries. He is. He is 31 years old, 6 feet, 180 pounds, light brown, almost blonde wavy hair and deep blue eyes. He is just leaving the court house where he has been trying a high profile case.

IC: As I walked out of the courthouse I was thinking to myself, 'Geez, they never had storms like this in the south. Not only is it raining ice, but the wind is blowing it sideways. And it's cold - fucking cold if you don't mind my southern slang.'

I didn't think I'd ever get out of there. The traffic had stopped to almost a standstill. My apartment was uptown about 30 blocks, but walking in this mess was out of the question. If only I could find a cab at least I'd be warm. It could take all night to get home, but I had plenty to read.

I stood on the steps of the Courthouse listening to the howling wind and feeling the bite of the cold winter storm against my face. It was now or never. Like a fool, I ran out into the choas in search of... I don't know what. A taxi I guess. There were none in sight and the chances of finding one were remote.

My coat offered meager resistance to the pelting beads from the skies. I gripped my hat tightly to my head, but the gusting wind tried to rip it from me. I made it through the traffic and across the street. Through the dark veil of weather I saw a corner and a street where I thought there might be some shelter from the elements. I ducked my head and moved in that direction.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena shifted from one foot to the other trying to keep warm despite her soaked, and most likely ruined, high heels that she had received from stepping in that icy puddle a few blocks back. With a few dozen more to go to her uptown apartment, she knew she’d never make it with out being one of the headlines tomorrow. She could see it now. Young Clarinetist Meets Untimely Demise From Exposure to Surprising Weather Conditions And Is Discovered Next Morning In Gutter. Not exactly a pretty picture, but a fitting bad ending to an extremely bad day.

She had started off with her upbeat optimism, enjoying her work usually even if she felt it was a bit dull. As an assistant media planner for an advertising agency she got to stimulate her artistic talents on a daily basis, but not in the areas she was most interested. For the seventeen years since she had recieved a clarinet and music lessons for her ninth birthday, she had been playing woodwind instruments, and someday dreamed of performing in the northern city's sprawling stages. Someday…

Brought back to the cold, harsh reality of the biting wind, Rena searched without success for the bold yellow of a taxi. Not that she expected any luck. Most sane people had went home at the first signs of the storm that the weather personalities had been hinting at for days. It was going to be a “real brawler with a nasty temper,” or so they said. It was seldom you could believe a word they said.

In the distance there was a glint of headlights off a stop sign, and then she saw it. The welcome warmth of the mustard-color taxi. Savior at last. Damned if she was going to let someone else get to it before her, she ran uphill in it’s direction like a woman possessed, strands of strawberry blonde hair coming untucked from her black beret as her gray eyes flashed with determination. This was her ticket home, and she pitied anyone who tried to stand in her way.

 

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Trevor

Somehow I reached the corner and slipped into the temporary sanctuary provided by the street. I was protected from the wind as long as I stayed near the buildings on the south side of the street. My fingers and toes were completely numb, and my cheekbones burned from the biting cold.

I saw a bar up ahead and was going to duck in to it when I spied the yellow light of a taxi across the street at the end of the block. Its light indicated it was free. This was too good to be true.

I took off like an olympic sprinter splashing through ice cold puddles and thoroughly soaking my trousers, not to mention my socks and shoes. I reached the other side of the street where the wind was still blowing fiercly and made a mad dash to close the remaining 50 feet.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw another shodow closing in quickly on my intended target. I lunged for the door, reaching it just ahead of my unknown competitor, and prepared to enter the shelter and safety of the warm back seat.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Finally reaching the taxi, Rena was just about to put out her bare hand (why was it today, of all days, she hadn't brought her gloves?) for the door when a tall, sandy-haired man weaseled his way there first.

Her annoyances at the small things in life – no staples in her stapler, a run in her new black pantyhose, too much sugar in her coffee – had been building up to a bursting point throughout the day, and at this decidedly ungentlemanly gesture, she let loose on him. Her voice climbed an octave or two from her usual tone, rising above the wind to reach his unsuspecting ears.

“What the fuck is your problem, mister? I don’t know who you think you are, but that’s my taxi your trying to take. So I suggest you move aside and go find your own ride out of this hellhole.”

 

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Trevor

I looked down at this stranger beside me and saw a very pretty lady with fire in her eyes. My, the words that spewed out of her mouth. My granny would turn over in her grave!

I knew just how she felt. She was cold and miserable... and desperate for a cab. My face softened and I smiled shaking my head.

"That's quite a vocabulary you have ther Miss. But you wanna know something ma'am? I'm sure this cab is big enough for the two of us... if you don't mind sharing with a simple country boy who has no idea what he's doing here in this big city. Particularly on a day like this."

She hesitated for a brief moment, but the cold quickly erased any doubts she had about trusting a stranger. She slid across the seat. I sat down beside her and closed the door, locking us securely into the warm safety of the cab.

"Ma'am, I assume you're going uptown like me. Not that it matters. Doesn't look like we're going much of anyplace anytime soon."

I took off my hat and brushe some loose ice dropping from my hair.

"Name's Trevor. Trevor Hamilton. And what might the pretty ladies' name be?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena was more taken aback at his soft-spoken tone and congenial disposition than she would have been if he had retorted with much more colorful insults. She guessed she had gotten used to that type of attitude since she had moved to the city after high school graduation. In her small hometown in Texas, gentlemen were always just that. Gentlemen. But here, it seemed there was more than the usual amount of jerks that inhabited the dark alleys.

“Sorry bout that Trevor, had more than my fair share of stress and I’ve been looking forward to a hot bubble bath all day. Don’t blame me for not wanting to walk fifteen blocks in an ice storm to get it.”

She smiled sheepishly, but he put her at ease with his warm smile. The heater was blowing full blast and the upholstery of the seat was thick and comfortable as Rena settled into the seat, crossing her legs and offering her hand to him.

“I’m Rena Childress.”

 

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We made small talk. I actually got her to laugh with some of my good ole boy jokes from the south. It turned out we had quite a lot common, including our southern upbringing, although I was from Georgia, not Texas.

We were going nowhere fast. It had been ten minutes and we had traveled less than half a block. I decided it was time for a little party. I opened my briefcase and took out a fifth of Jack Daniels.

"It's a little gift from one of my clients. Would you care to join me? I don't have any cups but we can pass the bottle. I promise I don't have any strange fungus or bacteria floating around inside me, and you're too pretty to have any defects, so it ought to be safe."

The cab driver mumbled something about the law. I handed him a $50 bill and told him there would be more if he would mind his own business. I handed her the bottle to take the first swig. Our eyes met in the glow from the street lamp just outside the door, and for the first time since I had been in the city I saw saw true compassion and a yearning for the warmth of friendship.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena smiled at Trevor, he was quite a trip. His piercing blue eyes captivated her with every word, the polar opposite of her own sparkling greys. People tended to comment on her eyes, which could take on a lavender hint depending on her moods, first when she met them and she always had to assure them three or four times it was her natural color and not contacts.

She had to laugh when Trevor pulled out the Jack Daniels. Even with the heater on and her thick emerald coat, Rena was still freezing. She had worn a short suit and jacket today to the first evaluation she had with her boss, playing off the fact you never get a chance to make a first impression, but it was not by far the most practical article of winter clothing she owned.

“Nothing better to warm you up than a good sized swig of that!”

 

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Trevor

She took a deep draw from Jack and handed me the bottle. I nodded and did the same. It sure did feel good going down. I could still feel the chill from the cold as my body slowly thawed. I took another swig and handed the bottle back to Rena.

That's when I first noticed her outfit. Her coat had fallen open. She was wearing a short suit and jacket - not exactly a winter outfit. A few more swigs and we were both feeling light headed and giddy. We started laughing at nothing, but it sure seemed funny at the time.

Rena put her arm through mine and rested her head against my shoulder as if we'd known each other all our lives. During the next half hour the cab had only gone three blocks, but we weren't complaining.

At some point there was a pause in our converstion, one of those awkward moments. I looked down at her sparkling gray eyes. I could see in them a need that had been wanting for a long time. Without even thinking my lips moved to hers. I turned my head and put my arm around her shoulders, drawing her against me. Her lips parted, letting me know she wanted to continue. Our tongues touched, then probed. She put her arm around my neck, pulling us even closer together.

The kiss finally ended. I pulled back only slightly and looked into her mysterious eyes. Nothing more needed to be said. My hand slipped inside her coat and jacket until my fingers brushed across the swell of her breast. Our lips came together again, this time with a greater sense of passion and yearning.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Trevor utterly fascinated Rena - his silky accent and warm charm were captivating. She found herself snuggling up to him, basking in his tentative touch. Having lost her inhibitions a block and a half ago to the Jack Daniels, Rena was finding herself quite at home with this relative stranger, who was feeling much more like an old friend as the minutes ticked by.

His kiss seemed right…felt right…tasted right. Taking over where their voices left off, her tongue played lightly over his, darting and retreating as she pulled back only to attack more ferociously the second time. Her coat found its way to the slushy floor of the cab as his fingers brushed over the underside of her breasts and slowly traced the outline of her nipples where they pushed at the fabric.

The heat of his touch invigorated her as she wrapped herself around his neck, taking the place of his scarf and drawing his mouth to hers. Shifting in the cramped interior of the cab to tuck her legs beneath her, she slid further to his end of the seat, letting him fold her into the flaps of his coat.

 

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Trevor

It had been a while since I had been with a woman. I had gone out on a few dates but things didn't click. With Rena I knew right away that I had found something I had been seeking most of my life. Her kiss was passionate and inviting. She melted into me as we embraced.

I found the buttons on her blouse and swiftly unfastened the top three with one hand, a talent any southern gentleman learns at an early age. I slipped my hand inside and under the edge of her low cut bra. My fingers massaged the warm flesh of her soft breast and traced across the swolen nipple, stimulating the hard tip. A soft purr of encouragement escaped from her throat.

I could feel a stirring in my own loins as my manhood expanded into hardness. I moved my lips from her mouth to her ear, teasing with my tongue. Then I kissed down the side of her neck, lightly digging my teeth into the flesh near her throat.

My head was spinning with a mixture of joy, lust and passion for this mysterious woman that had been sent to me on this miserable, cold night.

I moved my lips back the hers and let my hand trail down over her stomach, wondering if it was right to touch her down there... wondering if she would even let me.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Tensing up at Trevor’s advances, Rena had to pull away and take a few deep breaths, slowly inhaling the air that hung heavy with the traces of liquor. His talented fingers stopped their slow, rhythmic massage, but placing her hands on top of his, she urged him to continue his soft path over the rise and fall of her breasts and pebbled nipples.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t attracted to Trevor, for she doubted any woman would have many qualms about his classic good looks and lighthearted demeanor. It was, in fact, the overwhelming sensations that filled her at his every touch. She was afraid if she initiated anything further, she might not be able to regain the self control that she held so tediously in her grasp. She had already caught more than a few glances from the cabbie, and she was unsure of how much of a show she really wanted to put on.

Rena sighed softly as she kissed him lightly, her lips brushing over his in a silent apology at her hesitations. The thrill of having a relative stranger caress her so intimately won out and she shivered against his hands, pressing her hips to his and feeling his obvious excitement pressing back. Reaching for the abandoned bottle of JD, she brought it to her lips, enjoying the tingling of the warmth wash over her as she surrendered herself to Trevor’s embrace.

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

I could sense her hesitation, so I slowed my advances. This was crazy, I thought, we're in a cab. We were almost half way to her place. If it was to be, we could finish there, taking it slow and enjoying the sensation of intimately discovering each other.

That was my brain talking. In the backseat of the cab another part of my anatomy quickly won out over logic when Rena threw down another shot of Black Jack and practically climbed onto me. Her leg swung over mine as we resumed our kiss.

Under her coat, my hand moved around behind her, pulling her tightly against me. I could feel the heat of her passion pressing against my thigh. Her own thigh was rubbing against my hardness.

I moved my lips back down to her neck. She put her hands on the back of my head and threw her own head back. I moved both of my hands to the front of her blouse and opened it. My fingers opened her bra from the front clasp and gently squeezed her two soft and perfectly shaped breasts. I pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, drawing a small sigh from her throat.

My hands moved down and behind her, still under her coat, and cupped her firm cheeks. I pulled her up as my lips and tongue trailed down her neck and across her torso until I felt the gentle slope of her breasts. My lips found her swollen nipple and sucked it into my mouth. I massaged it with my tongue, then moved to her other breast. Rena held my head tightly against her, encouraging my oral stimulations.

I moved my hands up her back. She slid back down until our lips met once again. Then she tucked her head into my chest and held me tight. We both knew that we had unlocked a deep yearning that was not to be denied.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena sighed against Trevor’s lips, drawing the savory scent of him deep into her lungs, realizing just how much she wanted to taste his skin and feel his warmth against her lips. She raised her hips, seeking the sensations that his thight couldn't provide, and settled herself squarely on his hardness. Her pounding heart provided a suitable background melody for this slow dance of lust.

She tried to restrain herself by bringing up again and again the fact she had just met this man…and in a taxi, at that! But when the mind stands staunchly on an issue, the heart and body tend to stray. And so Rena, overcome by this compelling need for his touch and a breathy excitement rushing through her veins, realized this was what she was longing for and what she so seldom felt with her previous lovers.

Breathing hard as his lips pinched at her nipples and lightly traced the valley between her breasts, she squeezed her legs tightly together, trapping him between her knees as she tugged at his coat. Brushing the crystals of ice that hadn’t melted from her hair, Rena rung out her damp locks, never feeling his eyes leave her for a single moment.

 

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Trevor

I noticed the cab driver looking at us in his rear view mirror. I handed him another 50 and told him to keep his eyes on the road. I looked down into Rena's eyes in the flickering lights of the big city. I knew we both wanted the same thing. It didn't matter that we had just met. What happened here was going to be a memory that we would both take with us knowing we were going to cross a forbidden line. At the same time we were excited by the thought of it. Still, the southern gentleman in me held back.

“Rena, honey, maybe we’re letting our hormones get us ahead of where we ought to be. I just know you touched something in me that’s been asleep for awhile. Now I don’t know you and you don’t know me. For all I know you’re married or engaged. For all you know I could be a serial killer. I’m just afraid that if I let you out of this cab I’ll never see you again, and then we both might regret not having shared this moment together. And i think I need a drink.”

I took a swig fro Jack, then pulled her close to me and looked into her eyes for a sign. Inside me my belly was tingling with anticiaption. Something else was throbbing in my trousers.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

The cabbie slammed to a halt again, stopping and starting erratically as we made slow progress through this slow-as-molasses traffic. I had to smile at his words – or then again, maybe it was the healthy dose of Jack that kept me giggling like a schoolgirl – revealing his gentlemanly, play-by-the-rules core. That was part of the allure, initiating something he perhaps had second thoughts about, although he was one to talk the way his hands had been resting on me just seconds ago.

“Oh hush, Trevor, this is my cab…in case you’d forgotten…and I intend to do whatever I damn please in it.”

Unable to keep the playful smirk from invading my mock-serious expression, I grabbed the Jack Daniels from him. Taking a deep drink, I let the pale amber liquid spill out of my lips and drip in dual sultry lines down the corner of my mouth. Moving closer for Trevor to lick them off, I settled the bottle between us, shivering as the cool glass hit bare skin, and giggling as I pushed it hard against him. “Now shut up and enjoy or I’m going to send you packing and let you walk all the way home.”

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

OOC: Yes ma’am!

IC: With that I mashed my mouth to her bourbon tasting lips and shoved my hand underneath the waistband of her skirt. She was wearing pantyhose. My fingers found the top of those and slipped underneath and then underneath the band of her panties. I found the soft curls and gentle slope of her mound, then touched the moist flesh peeking up through the slot that marked the entrance to her hidden passage.

Rena let out a soft sigh as she felt my fingers caress her most intimate secrets. I rubbed my fingers over her until her lips parted, inviting my probe deeper into her womanly treasures. As my fingers pushed into her steamy passage she tilted he hips so that I could probe deeper. I held them there, moving them around inside her. Rena pushed back against me. Her mouth opened wide and her tongue lashed out at mine as her passions began to boil.

I felt her hand moving down across my chest and over my stomach…

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

I shuddered with delight, my fingers finding purchase in the well-worn upholstery. Stifling my gasps on the collar of Trevor’s coat, I watched out the window as the lower-halves of people passed by. Long flared skirts, pairs of sharply dressed suit legs, a long ragged patchwork coat. And then there was the cabbie, catching on to the fact there was more than just some heavy kissing going on in the back seat of his vehicle, shifty glances in the mirror that just made me hotter.

“Ohmigawd, I can’t believe he’s watching us,” I whispered in Trevor’s ear, taking the time to nibble the lower lobe in appreciation for his dexterous ministrations over my torrid passion. Tugging at the layers of winter clothing in my way, I peeled back the zipper, never breaking my gaze into those perfect azure eyes of his. I could already feel him throbbing against me, craving the release from being pinned between our stomachs. Sliding my hand over his manhood, I draped my coat between us, hiding the view from anyone watching.

Taking the faux fur lining on the inside of my coat, I slowly stroked at him with it, shifting my position so he press deeper into me. His fingers coaxed screams from my lips again and again, and I had to bite my lip so hard I was afraid I was going to draw blood to prevent a shriek that might have shattered the windshield.

Sitting facing him, I spread my legs wantonly at his touch, arching my back against the passengers seat and letting out breathy gasps at every nuance and alteration in his caress. Looking out the window, I squinted my eyes for the tell-tale green of a street sign, wondering how many more blocks of this blissful teasing I could endure.

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

Using the lining of her coat Rena stroked my hardness giving an erotic sensation against the sensitive skin stretched tightly along my shaft. She was grinding herself against my fingers as gasps of pleasure escaped her throat. I wanted to touch her, taste her and consume every inch of her passionate body.

I had to get her pantyhose out of the way. I moved her back against the door and lifted her dress, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose. Our eyes made contact in the flickering light. She bit her lip, the lifted her lower body off the seat. I peeled the nylon down her shapely legs. She kicked off her heels as I removed her stockings one leg at a time.

I moved my hands up to her silk panties and looked up at her for consent. Once again she raised herself and let me slide her delicate garment down her legs. Just then the taxi stopped under a street lamp that illuminated Rena’s figure. I found myself staring at the swell of her upturned breasts capped with puffy brown nipples through her open blouse. Her dress was bunched around her hips revealing a dark patch of soft curls covering the mound between her legs. I could smell the fragrance of her womanly essence filling the back seat of the cab.

She saw me looking down there and spread her legs apart. I dropped to the floor and slowly lowered my head between them.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

I began to feel like one of those circus contortionists in the cramped quarters of this backseat, arching my back with an exaggerated sigh as Trevor teased his way along my puffy lips. Pushing back against the door, I could feel the cold air seeping through the faulty weather stripping as it quickly dried the sheen of sweat that had appeared on my forehead.

My hands found their way into the tangles of Trevor’s wavy hair, a soft cinnamon-sugar brown with a texture that made you want to run your fingers through it for hours. Drawing his head to the moist apex of my thighs, I struggled with the zipper at the back of my skirt, before giving up and letting the crisp fabric rumple around my hips, only briefly dwelling on the price of a good dry-cleaning job.

Moaning as softly as I could, I tipped my head back against the glass wall of my confinement, my quickened breath fogging the cold window and leaving it tinted with a milky white.

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

A large soft bed would have been much more comfortable. My knees were on the hard floor of the cab and I had to bend to my side to get at my intended target, but I was too excited to really think about it. As I moved my face closer to her forbidden treasures I stopped, took a deep breath and wallowed in her strong female fragrance. My lips brushed against the soft curls covering her swollen mound. My tongue probed the moist lips of her entrance, parting them and pushing into her steamy opening. I clamped my mouth tightly to her sex and sucked on it while my tongue probed deeper into her passage. I could hear soft moans coming from Rena’s throat, letting me know that what I was doing was having its affect.

I love pleasuring a woman with my tongue. I was going to use all the skill I could muster on Rena. My hands slid along her thighs and curled under her buttocks which she raised off the seat to accommodate me. I pulled her tightly to my mouth. My lips were munching on her moist flesh as my tongue continued to swirl inside her. I moved my mouth up to her clit, sucking it between my lips and flicking my tongue across her sensitive nub. She started to squirm against me holding my head tightly between her legs.

I lapped at her juices which were beginning to flow from inside her. She had pushed herself down on the seat so that only her head was against the door. I was wedged against the back of the front seat with my legs scrunched up under me. It really didn’t matter. My entire concentration was on the juicy feast I was enjoying.

After tonguing her steamy passage some more, I moved my mouth back up to her clit. I shoved two fingers into the hole my tongue had just abandoned, twisting them around inside her. She had most her body off the seat, squirming and rotating her hips into my face. Fires were burning inside her waiting to unleash their fury.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

Oh, fuck yessss Trevor…. I squirmed under Trevor’s tongue as he slowly increased the tempo, drawing out my shudders in the throes of passion. Biting down with my back teeth until my jaw hurt, my otherwise vocal orgasm came as a breathy whimper as I raised my hips to his mouth in delight, pinning him against the scratchy upholstery of the front half of the cab. I grabbed at the door handle, the faux leather cold beneath my hand as I sank back in the seat.

Driving his tongue unexpectedly into my pussy, I moaned quite a bit louder this time as he pushed me over the edge again in rapid succession, fingers accompanying lips in the pursuit of fulfilling me. The blaring horns just beyond our confined walls brought me back to my senses, and I opened my eyes, lingering in the sensation of Trevor’s mouth as he devoured my juices before disentangling himself and returning to my lips

I eyed the straining bulge of his sharply tailored suit pants hungrily, licking my lips as I whispered to him, Shall I return the favor…?

 

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Trevor

I pulled myself from the floor back into the seat wiping my lips and savoring the strong female taste of her juices. My own cock desperately wanted out of it's prison. I saw Rena eyeing my bulge and rub a finger across her lips as she regained her composure and sat back up in the seat. Without hesitation I unfastened my trousers and pulled them down to my knees. My cock sprung free, poking up between my shirt tails.

Rena scooted over next to me. I put my arm around her, pulling her back into me. She pressed her lips to my neck as her hand drifted down to the warm flesh of my naked manhood. She wrapped her fingers around me while moving her lips up to my ear. I turned towards her and kissed her lips, knowing that she would taste her own essence. Our tongues mingled. Her hand began to slowly stroke me. Then she pulled away from the kiss and looked down at the throbbing shaft of flesh in her hand.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

Purring softly and seductively as my pursed lips tickled over Trevor’s neck, I pulled back as the cab again slid to a halt. The roads were freezing over from the sleet and drop in temperature and the going was even slower than before, if that was possible. Admiring Trevor’s half-clad body in the unearthly red glow of the taillight’s backwash, I felt a distinct note of anticipation play over my body.

Settling on all fours to the narrow backseat, I left my hand where it was, squeezing gently as I kissed the tip of his straining cock. Lightly running the broad surface of my tongue along the sensitive skin beneath, I sucked on the head of his pulsing manhood, which shivered to a solid hardness beneath my warm, engulfing lips. I moaned against my mouthful as he ran his fingers through my hair, which was mostly dry now thanks to the workhorse of a heater installed in the taxi.

It was an exquisite turn on as his nails grazed my scalp, and I scooted closer as hands cupped the back of my head, drawing me near. Relaxing my throat, and feeling the brush of his balls as my lips sank lower, I gazed up into his eyes.

Eyes that I had known for barely half an hour...and already had begun to associate irrepressible lust with.

 

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Trevor

Her warm mouth sent flashes of pleasure through my loins. I put my hands on her head running my fingers through her hair and massaging her scalp, encouraging her oral ministrations. Outside the city lights flickered through the cab causing a strobe-like effect on her lips stretched around my cock.

The windows was partially fogged from the heat our passion was generating. The cabbie cracked his window and glanced into the rear view mirror. I glared at him and he turned his eyes back to the road. Not that we were going anywhere. We had only covered eight blocks. A gust of wind tunneled through the street rocking the cab. Pellets of ice continued to bounce off the roof.

Rena was on all fours with her ass in the air. As her mouth worked it’s miracles on my cock her coat rode up over her back. Most of her naked ass was exposed above the window. One brave soul trying to fight the elements to cross the street stooped and stared, trying to make out exactly what he was seeing through the misty window. He was joined by another and then another. The storm would eventually drive them away, but others always showed to replace them. The audience made me uneasy, even if their view was blurred, but Rena was oblivious to it.

Her oral skills were beginning to have an affect on me. She took me deeper and deeper into her mouth, then opened her throat until her lips were pressed against the soft curls at the base of my cock. I forgot about the audience and closed my eyes to concentrate on the electric sensations pounding in my head. My fingers worked more aggressively into her scalp. I pushed up of the seat to try and go deeper. Her throat muscles massaged me increasing the sensations flashing through my body. She looked up at me. I could see her staring eyes through the flickering light, her lips wrapped tightly around my throbbing girth. I needed to be inside her and I needed it now.

I pulled her up, kissing her hard on the lips. She swung her leg over me, her knees pressed against the back of the seat and her warm, soft breast dangling freely in front of me. She reached down between us and guided my cock towards her moist opening.