erotica 4 (the taxi)

Her tense face broke into a grin as she spotted him waiting for her at the terminal exit. He reached for her as she neared, and she let herself melt into his arms, attempting not to fall in her 4 inch heals. Her less-than-graceful ways were a never-ending source of amusement for him, but she did not intend to make a fool of herself immediately.1

The wait for a taxi was nearly unendurable, it hadn't taken long for his hands to find their way up her skirt, nor for her teeth to find their way into his neck. The long months of separation had taken their toll, and neither one of the lovers wanted to waste a second of the time they had.2

In the time it took for the driver to close the door, his hand had spread her legs, his lips locked on hers while she fumbled for his cock under his kilt. Even if they could have waited to make it back to his place they wouldn't have, it was just too much fun this way.3

The driver had the music turned up too loud, probably a result of the random gasps coming from the backseat, but this didn't deter the couple. She moved her fingers along his cock, just the tips at first, teasing him while she bit gently on his bottom lip. He sighed into her mouth, touching his tongue to her lips as his fingers slipped all the way into her. The feel of her wet pussy around his fingers delighted him, and he pushed further in, searching for her g-spot. It took all of her control not to moan out loud, though certainly the driver heard anyway.4

He leaned against her as she increased her attention to his cock. One hand gripped around the head, she sped up her pace, while the other hand massaged his balls gently. He grinned, kissing her again, then moving his lips down to her neck as her hand tightened on his cock. She squeezed his balls lightly before releasing them to drag her nails along the inside of his thigh. The slight arch of his back was enough of a reaction to satisfy her before she slipped down further along the seat, moving his hands out of the way, and giving thanks for the comfortable leg room in the taxi.5

Flipping up his kilt further, she kissed up his thigh, letting her tongue trail along the small red marks she had just left. She felt his hands caress her hair as her lips traced along his shaft. He felt hours passing as she traveled to reach the tip and spread her lips over him. The feel of her tongue on his cock sent his pulse racing, and he gripped her tightly, raising his hips to meet her mouth. Her slight gag excited him and he thrust up into her mouth again as she moaned into his skin, her teeth touching the base of his cock lightly. 6

She brought her lips back up to his head, letting one of her hands grip the base of his cock, working them in a rhythm as she slid her tongue around the head. He pushed her back down, forcing another muffled choke out of her, before releasing her to do as she wished. Sliding back up, she left him exposed to the air as she flicked her tongue around his cock, down the untouched thigh, and back up his cock to take him in her mouth again.7

Her mouth went to work on him again, licking, nibbling, sucking. He thrust his hips up into her mouth again, and she relaxed, allowing the entirety of his cock to fill her. She could feel him quivering on the verge of release as she moaned into him again, wanting desperately to taste him fully. Clawing at her shoulders, holding her down and thrusting into her mouth, he came in shuddering waves. He felt her moan into him again as he reached the peak of his climax, and then slow her pace as she felt his cum lessen.8

Swallowing, she made her way back up into the seat beside him. He smiled at her, his eyes slightly glazed, as the taxi pulled up to its destination. The driver looking back at them in the mirror, his eyes curious but unwilling to ask as he collected his fare and the couple left the cab.