As soon as the couple slid into the back seat of my taxi, I knew tonight was about to get a little interesting.
I've been doing this job for three years now, and I can usually tell when I'll have to play the let-me-pretend-to-keep-my-eyes-on-the-road-game for the duration of the drive.
When a couple can't keep their hands off of each other, when they can't take their eyes off of one another, and when the sexual tension is so thick it can be cut with a knife, I know it's going to be a steamy, hot ride.
So we've got about thirty minutes until we reach their destination and from what I can see in the rearview mirror, his hands are already on her tits.
Few cars are on the road this late at night, and its a good thing because I already know that my full attention won’t be on the road with the distraction in the back.
Distractions like the round, pink-nippled tit that dude just now popped out and is sucking on like he's starving. And the way he's going to town on it, you’d think he was actually squeezing something out of it. Hell, who knows, maybe he was. I don't know what kinda freaky shit people are into these days. I don't have time to know, ‘cause when you're working three jobs just to make ends meet, you have a lot less time for sexual leisure time.
Which is kinda why I secretly get a kick out of the occasional horny couple that ends up in the back seat of my cab. I guess we all gotta get our rocks off somewhere.
And it's also why I'm not making a fuss about the indecent exposure going on back there.
Now he's cupping and sucking one breast using one hand and fingering her cunt with his other hand.
She's a squirmy one. A noisy one too. And I know dude's gotta be hard as hell ‘cause each moan, grunt, and whimper she's making has me milliseconds away from being at full salute.
I turn my attention back to the road as a black sports car comes out of nowhere, darting in front of me and speeding past. Guess I was too slow for him. But if he could get a look at the action behind me, I bet he'd get the reason for my snail's pace.
Besides, the two in the back clearly aren't in a rush to get anywhere anyway. Well, wait, scratch that, ‘cause they're clearly in a rush to get off, but just not to their physical destination.
I shoot my eyes back there again and all I see is her leaning against the seat back, eyes closed, with her breasts out and bouncing with each bump from the car ride.
But dude's out of view. I lift my hand to angle the rearview mirror down a little and sure enough there he is, on the floor between her naked legs. Now I can clearly hear the sounds of him eating her out. He's licking and sucking and must be doing a damn good job ‘cause now she's screaming.
And I'm stiff as fuck now and glad I'm almost at the end of my shift, ‘cause I know I'm gonna need to rub one out after these two.
Then the squishy sounds come and I glance back again to see his arm moving at a rapid fire speed as his fingers move in and out between her legs.
And it's getting fucking hard to even sit up front listening to their sex play now as my dick throbs and pushes against the crotch of my pants. I hear rustling noises as they move and shift around back there.
Finally, I make it to a red light. Time to sneak another peek. Now she's on his lap facing him, and her bare back is exposed to me in the rearview. Her ass cheeks peek out from under the skirt he has hiked up. And he's squeezing her ass and moving her up and down on him.
It's so hot back there that I think I might not need to rub a damn thing out. Just listening to them and looking at them is damn near enough to get me off.
But my hand drifts down between my legs anyway to cup and massage my stiff dick, hoping I can relieve some of the pressure.
The light turns green and I hate to have to pull my eyes away from the show going on behind me. But their panting and sex noises provide enough to fuel my imagination.
We're five minutes away from their stop, and it's like they know it, picking up their pace like they're racing me to their destination. She comes first, her body shaking all over as she falls forward onto him. But he doesn't stop, pulling her body down to pound onto him until he lets out a loud groan as he comes inside her.
Whew. Shit, even I'm sweating up front just watching. And listening. Hell, and smelling. The distinct musky smell of their combined sex fluids fills the interior. But that's why I keep some heavy duty, concentrated air freshener in my glove compartment. Never know when it'll come in handy in this line of work. But I knew I'd need more than air freshener. This was gonna need an all-four-windows-down kind of airing out once those two got out.
I pull up to their stop and they'd already dressed and gotten themselves back together, giggling and whispering the whole time.
The lady gets out, her hair a mess and her clothes wrinkled, while the guy leans up between the two front seats, his hand outstretched. I take the wad of cash he hands me and watch them walk off into their building, all over each other, clearly getting ready for another go round.
I unfold the dollars in my hand and realize dude gave me a generous tip. An extra hundred dollars, to be exact. And I'm glad I didn't stop them, ‘cause I doubt he would've been so charitable if I had. Besides, watching them alone would've been tip enough. My dick pulses in agreement and I look at the dashboard clock. Yeah, I think it's time to take a break.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.