Taxi Cab Sex

You’ve been teasing me all evening, yours hands brushing across my loins, pressing yourself against me, occasionally turning quickly to pick up a drink and so unexpectedly pushing your breast into my palm, generally driving me wild.

As the black cab races through the streets, I’m kissing you, my hands around your waist and neck, tenderly stroking your hair and squeezing you affectionately. With an eye cast towards the rear-view mirror, you put your hand on mine and pull it down, briefly pausing to push it against your chest so I can feel your erect nipples pushing against the thin fabric of your top, hard with arousal.

Then you slip my hand down inside your coat and direct my fingers inside the waistband of your trousers. I kiss you harder, excitedly thrusting my tongue against yours and looking into your eyes as I take back control of my hand, pushing it down over your stomach, feeling the softness of your skin tremble as my fingertips slip into your knickers.

You slide down and forward on the seat, straightening your back and opening your legs slightly to ease my fingers’ passage, as your hand runs up the back of my neck and pulls my lips more firmly to your mouth. My fingertips are running through your soft downy hair, across the soft mound of your Venus, pushing down on it gently and making you squirm. Finally the first digit reaches your soft lips, and as it pushes between them you’re already wet, moisture running onto my finger and helping it slip between your engorged labia.

You draw breath as you feel me part your lips and my finger enters you, the pressure of my palm still hard on your navel; you lift your hips, encouraging me further into your warm wet pinkness. As my second and then third finger enter you, your tongue reciprocates, pushing into my mouth and running over my warm lips. You draw back slightly, and with hot breath I feel you whisper in my ear “I need more. You are making me desperately hot”.

You’re writhing now, as I start to gyrate my fingers, pushing in and out, tweaking and thrusting, fucking you with my hand as the buildings whizz by outside. Your pants are soaked, your juices flowing through my fingers, making them slip across your skin, in and out of you faster and faster, the soft warm feeling of your sex making my heart race. As you rotate your hips in time with my finger movements, I’m squeezing and caressing your breasts and you’re running your fingers over my trousers, stroking my straining erection through my jeans, cupping my balls and then running your hand up and down my chest.

The taxi suddenly jerks to a halt, surprising us both, and causing me to pull my hand sharply out of your trousers – still wet, I lick your juices from my fingers. We hop out onto the pavement, and as I’m paying the driver and muttering something about keeping change, you’re pushing your hand into my trouser pocket and running a finger up and down my straining hard-on. The cab pulls away and we walk up the path and steps to the front door. As you fumble for your keys, I’m behind you – my thick erection pushing against your firm bottom, and my arms around you and hands running over your navel and between your legs, savouring the dampness that’s soaking through your trousers.

Finally, we burst through the door and into the hall. Desperate for each other, and too impatient to move further into the house, I’ve gathered you into my arms, and I’m kissing you and running my hands eagerly over your body. Your mouth is at my ear again, whispering loudly “I need you to fuck me – right now”.

You are stroking my bulge with one hand, and running your other hand around my neck, pulling yourself towards me, feeling my straining cock push against your mons through my jeans as you lean back against the stair banister. You suddenly pull away and turn from me, facing away, and place both hands on the stairs, bending over provocatively.

Immediately taking the invitation, I slip the zip down at the side of your trousers and pull them down, dropping them to the floor, revealing your firm pert bottom. You move your feet apart, and as I move closer towards you, flipping my belt open, unbuttoning my jeans, and letting my erection spring free, I pull your cotton knickers aside and I can finally see your roseate wet cunt glistening between your thighs as you wait for me, bent over and breathing heavily.

With barely a hesitation, I run my hand between your legs spreading your juices across your lips, and then I thrust my long hard cock deep into you, slipping between your warm wet folds and causing you to cry out.

My hands are on your hips, pulling you towards me, driving my shaft further and deeper into you, slapping your bottom against my hips as I fuck you harder and faster. You rise up, and my hands are all over you, running over your clothed torso and then down into your knickers, pushing through your hair and fingers continuing where they left off in the taxi, squeezing and flicking your clitoris, palm pressed against your Venus, causing shivers to run through your body as you begin to climax.

Your hands are above your head, caressing my hair and neck, and my hands run up inside your top, over your breasts, my fingers causing you to shudder as they tweak and twist your erect nipples. My finger rubs your clit faster and harder, and my cock pushes up deeper into your hot soaked cunt, we both begin to convulse with ecstasy and shudder with pleasure.