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2009-07-09
Topic: The Taxi RideChapter Three
The taxi ride
It was the first time I had stood outside without knickers on and the cool breeze that whipped its way up my skirt was chilling my very wet pussy. It was not an unpleasant experience, just sort of weird and naughty. It was not what nice respectable ladies did, it was not what I did, and it was these thoughts as much as anything that were exciting me.
“Come on,” Tom urged.
We walked in silence for about five minutes towards the main shopping precinct. I would normally cut through it on the way home to my flat, but as we approached the pedestrian crossing Tom turned and walked towards the dual-carriageway. That route was at least a mile longer and I began to wonder if we were going back to my flat. Of course I surmised he does not know where I live or at least that is what I thought.
“Its quicker this way,” I pointed towards the shops.
“I know but we are going this way, come on. ”
I shrugged my shoulders and followed across the road. He led me over to the far side so we were walking towards the oncoming traffic. The pavement on that side was usually deserted and served more as a cycle lane than anything else. He stopped and turned towards me with a mischievous grin on his face.
“Where is your husband now?”
“Why?”
“I ask the questions. Are you able to phone him?”
I looked at my watch, it was 1930 so the children would be in bed.
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He had taken them up to Scotland to see their grandparents.
I nodded, “ Yes. ”
“Good. Now listen very carefully. In a second you are going to take off your coat and start walking down the road beside me. ” He paused to cherish the look of horror that had sprung onto my face. He raised his finger to his lips to stop me from talking, “and when I tell you to you are going to phone your husband. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Good. You are to talk as normal to him. I will be wearing this head phone which I will connect to your phone you will have one earpiece. If I hold up this,” he raised his Blueberry, “then you are to read exactly what is on the screen. Do you understand?”
I was not sure about this, but nodded anyway.
“Good phone him now and once you are through slip your coat off. ”
I was shaking like a leaf as I held the phone.
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He will know . . . . . . . . he will know. . . . . . .
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the thought went ripping through my wind like a tornado. It was ringing. Please don’t answer. . . . please.
“Hello”
“Hi darling. ”
The cool air hit my semi-erect nipples and they shot outwards causing a small intake of breath.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes yes,” I stuttered the words out as I tried to hide behind Tom.
Tom pointed that I needed to be beside him.
“How are you and the kids?”
“We are well. How is work?”
Tom was staring down at my traitorous nipples as we walked with a knowing smile tracing over his face.
“Work is ok. Would rather be with you in Scotland.
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”
The drivers had started to notice. You would have had to be blind not to. The blouse was transparent and my boobs were bouncing around freely below the flimsy material every time I took a step. The silky material was also conspiring with the breeze to harden my already aroused nipples into vicious looking points that were a good inch in length.
Toot Toot a van driver slowed down and sounded his horn in appreciation.
“What is all that tooting about? Where are you?”
Tom raised the blueberry.
“I haven’t got my top on. I am walking down the road. ”
“What? Your topless!” I could hear the disbelief in his voice.
Again the blueberry was up.
“No, I have not got my coat on. ”
“So who is tooting at you then?”
The blueberry was there again.
“They are not tooting at me I think they are tooting at 2 women on the other side of the road. They are far better looking than me and are wearing short skirts. ”
“Oh ok.
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”
I was waiting for the ‘no darling you are the most beautiful woman’ reply. The correct reply and it never came.
“Listen I have to go, give my love to the kids. I love you. I’ll phone tomorrow. ”
Tom lowered the blueberry.
We walked on in silence for a few minutes. The tooting of horns now joined by the occasional shout from a passing vehicle. At first I had been horrified by the thought of walking down the road dressed like that. I would have been as well having no top on at all. The conversation with my husband had been mechanical and false. I knew he knew there was something not right about the horns and I had been glad when Tom had ended it short. But now as I walked on and my discomfort faded I found a new sensation welling itself up. A sensation – despite many attempts and fantasies- I had never managed to realise again. The same sensation I had felt on that night three years ago when I realised that I was being watched.
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I was getting turned on by the fact that loads of passing men found me desirable. Not your damp knickers, hard nipple turned on – I had reached that stage twenty minutes ago during (and I hate to admit it) the phone call to my husband) – but the base animal instinct turned on. The type most people never realise or only get when they are drunk and then are too wasted to fully enjoy. It was starting in my abdomen again and seeping its way slowly south. I pictured my vibrator and the dildo in my bedroom. God was it going to be their lucky night. The aching had reached my pussy long before we reached the crossing point that led us back towards my flat. I do not know if Tom could smell my arousal but I could and I hated myself for it. This was the first night of a month and he had already pressed more buttons with me than any previous sexual acquaintance including my husband. But there was the crux. . . I loved my husband. . .
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. sex with him was special and loving. . . and I was not going to lose that for the sake of a fuck. He and they would not win. My determination eased the pain between my legs and gave me back some control.
“You can put your coat back on now. ”
Ten minutes later and we were inside my flat. I made straight for the bedroom. I did not care if I was that obvious. He could hear me for all I cared and I hoped he would suffer. To my surprise he followed me into my room. I turned to face him.
“Excuse me, but this is my room.
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”
“Ohh I gathered that but you do not have time for your toys you need to pack. ”
“Pack?”
“Yes,” he smiled that annoying smile again, “You didn’t think you would get to stay here for the month did you. ”
I had not thought about it at all. What was there to think about? This was my flat I had just assumed that was where I would stay. I was flustered and it showed.
“Come on pack,” he went into my wardrobe and threw me the small suitcase that was in it, “only bring the essentials. The stuff you need for work. And leave the toys. ”
My heart sunk. Leave the toys? Maybe this was going to be harder than I imagined. I was never very good at bringing myself off with just my fingers. I liked to be filled and pounded and fingers – especially mine, thin and petite – were just no substitute for a raging hard-on pounding into you.
I did as asked, hovering briefly over the vibrator that lay under the pillow. But I had a funny feeling he would search my bag and decided against it. If I was doing this I would win.
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“Can I ask where we are going to at least?”
“Our place. We have rented a large apartment. It is closer to the hospital but that is for our convenience not yours. ”
At that moment a horn sounded outside the building. Tom crossed over and looked out of the window.
“Come on time to go. ”
I went to get my coat which I had hung up on entering.
“Keep it off. ”
I had expected a car driven by one of the others and was a bit shocked and feeling very self-conscious when I saw the black cab. It was one thing to be walking down the road but this man would be able to talk to me. I hesitated as the driver got out of the cab. He was old, grey and fat with two large sweat stains migrated from his armpits. His eyes lit up on seeing my breasts and he smiled revealing the black stumps which were all that remained of his teeth. He disgusted me. A fat lecherous slob and I just knew he would be watching me the whole journey.
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He grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open. I bet he would not normally do that I hated him even more. His eyes were undressing me as I approached and the bastard even licked his lips.
Tom laughed, “Somebody likes you. ”
“Shut up. ”
I pushed my way past the driver and bent down to enter his cab. I tried to get in quick, I knew what was coming. He had left barely enough room between himself and the cab to squeeze through and the stench of his BO made me screw my nose up in disgust. I chose to turn away from him as I squeezed past, mainly to avoid his breath which I just knew would be worse than his body odour. His hand grabbed my arse and squeezed. He was not even shy about it either and his fingers tried to worm their way between my legs as I was forced to bend forward.
“Get your hands off you fat slob. ” I wanted to slap him.
“Sorry miss my hand slipped. Just trying to help you in.
”
I shot him the sort of look that would scare off a Rottweiler and sat down.
The bastard did not seem to care and I wondered if he treated all his clients like that or whether Tom had set me up. His delving fingers despite their revolting owner had stocked my desires again and I hated myself for it.
Tom was still smiling as he entered from the other door. I had deliberately sat down with my back to the driver right behind him on one of the folding chairs.
Tom patted the seat beside him in the middle of the rear seat.
I glared at him but undid my seat belt and crossed over. I sat down clamped my knees together and folded my arms across my chest.
“Where to gov. ”
Tom gave the driver the address and then to my embarrassment asked.
“Did you like her tits?”
“The driver turned his head round and stared at me smiling, “Lovely pair of jugs gov and no knickers either unless I am mistaken. ”
“You are not. Did it feel nice?”
“Her arse. Yeah nice and firm. Gone and given me a boner so she has.
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”
“Do you hear that Sarah you’ve gone and turned our driver on. ”
I had gone bright red and they both laughed. Thankfully the driver decided it was time to pull away and I was able to breathe again. Thankfully the journey would be quick it was only a mile to the hospital and if their apartment was closer then at the worst 18 minutes.
“Can we take a more indirect route mate? I am new to the area and would like to get my bearings. I will pay of course. ”
“I wish I could gov but this is my last job tonight and I promised the boys I would meet them in the pub. ”
My relief was audible.
“Oh come on I am sure we could come to some arrangement. ” My heart was in my throat and I turned to glare at Tom. He ignored me and continued, “You would be doing me a huge favour and a favour deserves one in return. ”
I swear I could hear the driver’s breath grow louder as he debated asking the question.
“How about a little feel of the young lady in the back, gov?”
Tom did not answer straight away. He was deliberately making me suffer. He had promised no touching from them but had never said anything about anybody else and I was begging him with my eyes.
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He laughed again, “Sorry mate can’t let you touch her if you know what I mean. ”
“Ohh,” it was the driver’s turn to laugh, “I get you. Worth a lot is she?”
He thought I was a hooker. Again my mind screamed but my pussy and nipples had their own ideas and became wet and hard at the very thought.
“Ok gov, but I can look right?”
“Yes you can look. ”
“Ok tell her to uncross her arms then and hitch up her skirt. ”
He moved his mirror so he could see.
“You heard the man Sarah. ”
I let my arms flop down. My relief at knowing he could not touch me was tainted by the knowledge that he was now going to stare at my breast and worse my pussy. He would see how aroused I was and would be wanking over the image later in his flat. His dirty small dick hard over me. . . .
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. . Stop it Sarah. . . . . . . . but I could not help it.
“And the skirt luv”
I raised my bottom and pulled it up until it was round my waist. My legs were still together but both could see the neatly trimmed line of pubic hair. I kept my eyes down, hoping that from there he would not be able to see my arousal whilst secretly hoping that he could.
“Can’t see much gov.
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Get her to open her legs a bit. ”
I knew I had no choice. Well I did but the end result was the same. I could either embrace or resist either way I would open my legs and show two virtual strangers what only my husband had ever seen since my parents. The air in the taxi was not cold but against my hot sopping wetness it felt like an icy blast as I not only opened my legs but lifted my ankles up onto the chair and let them flop to the side. My gaping wetness was on full display and the taxi swerved.
“Shit gov sorry,” but he could not keep his eyes on the road for long and no longer content on using the mirror he kept looking round.
My left leg draped itself over Tom. If he was going to test me then I was going to test him as well.
“Now what?”
It was the first time I had spoken and I could not believe I had.
“Do you mind if I pull over gov? Somewhere quite like. ”
“No problems but the deal is no touching remember. ”
“I don’t want to touch her gov, well I do, but a deal is a deal, but I need relief like, sorry hope you don’t mind. ”
His left hand was already playing at his groin as we pulled into the car park behind the hospital. At this time in the evening it was nearly empty and he found a spot over in the far corner behind some skips.
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He was in the back of the cab and sitting on the flip down seat opposite quicker than an Olympic sprinter. His eyes greedily ate in the sight before him. His pecker (it was small) was already protruding from his stained trousers and even Tom nearly laughed when he saw it. I made a great play of licking my lips and then moved my hand down towards my engorged clit. I had never seen it so swollen not even after sex with my husband. The lips were blush red and I could see the small beads of moisture lying there waiting to lubricate something big and hard. It was in that moment as his eyes willed my hand further down that I realised I was in control. He could not touch me, he wanted me, his hand tugging on his small dick gave that away, but it was more than that. . . . yes he was wanking now but I knew he would be masturbating for weeks over this image of me. I had always thought of that the girls that chose to lapdance were nothing more than glorified wanna be hookers. Now I knew differently. They got off on the power they knew the hungry salivating dogs were salivating over a meat they would never taste and I was enjoying it.
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I looked over towards Tom’s eyes hoping to see the same desire in them but he wasn’t even looking at me. Instead he was staring out of the window at a tree. I deliberately eased my knee into his groin. He could pretend nonchalance but men were all the same really. I expected to feel a hard-on but it was soft.
“Erm”
I looked up at him again and he pointed to my knee. Rejected I turned back to the taxi driver who was smiling and leaning forward. Fuck you Tom I cursed him and swore then to make it as hard for him to resist me as it was now for me to stop myself at that second from grabbing his hand and using it to relieve myself.
The taxi driver was growing desperate. You could tell by his face. He wanted to cum but wanted to see me play with myself before he did. ”
“Play with yourself . . . .
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spread your lips”
My hand eased down through my clit and I bit down on my lower lip to stop the groan. It felt so good. . . . . . . . . so sensitive.
The taxi driver emboldened by my immediate response to his commands now seemed to want everything all at once – a bit like a child set free in a sweet shop.
“Push your finger in . . .
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. . . . . slide it out. . . . . . . . . .
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lick it. . . . . . . . . . use both hands. . . . .
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. . ”
Having realised just how sensitive my pussy was to my touch tonight I was only too happy to oblige although I was having difficulty keeping up. My eyes though kept flicking up towards Tom. God Sarah you are hoping to catch him watching. None of this was for the taxi driver. . . . . . yes he was giving the orders now but I was hoping to turn Tom on so much that he would be forced to touch me and I would have won. I did not know if that would be the end of the game or not but I sensed victory and was hell bent on pursuing it.
“Tweak your nipples . .
. . . . use your index finger . . . . . . . . slower. . .
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. . . . ”
I looked back at the driver he had slowed his wanking down. . . . . . . . . . he was delaying cumming but I was going to make sure I did.
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I moved my finger up my clitoris until I found the spot I wanted. I never usually liked fingers inside of me. . . . much preferring small firm circular motions over my clit just by the urethra.
“In and out not like that. . . . . . ”
But I ignored him. I was almost there already just a few seconds more. The driver was not stupid he could see I was about to cum.
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“Carry on as you are. That’s it ohh yes”
My eyes were watching Tom now, my left leg started to shake. There was no way he could ignore this.
A loud AHHH followed by small meowing sounds announced my orgasm and something warm hit my right knee. I ignored it for a second, content just to enjoy the moment. The guilt would come later I knew. The first thoughts of Sarah what have you done were already chastising me.
“Sorry luv,” the taxi driver pointed to my knee where a large blob of his sperm was now trickling it way down onto my calf. He held out a tissue.
“Thanks. ”
The journey to the apartment was brief from there, literally around the corner. I did not even bother to move until we pulled up outside the building.
“Come on then Sarah time to meet the gang. ”
Tom paid the driver and as we walked through the door I turned to see him bent over licking the seat that I had just cum all over.
“You are a slut really aren’t you Sarah?”
It was my turn to smile, “You wanted to play.
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What’s the matter scared you are going to lose. ”
“We cannot lose Sarah only you can lose. ” Tom held out a disc.
He saw my quizzical look.
“Want to know what this is don’t you?”
“Not really. ”
I pushed past him and headed towards the lifts.
“Even taxi’s have camera’s these days Sarah. ”
The words froze me to the spot. Camera. . . . . . .
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. taxi. . . . . . . . . . shit. . . .
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. . . I turned to face him.
“You bastard that was not part of the deal. ”
“I haven’t got round to telling you all about the deal yet. But do not worry all the tapes will be yours along with the first. ” It was his turn to walk past me.
“What do you mean all of them. How many. . . . . .
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. ?” I did not bother to ask. He had pressed the button and the doors were already opening.
“Come on Sarah,” he sounded like an owner calling his puppy. “All will be revealed in the apartment. ”
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