I didn't write this - she did. She said I could post it here, though, cause I thought you might like it. . . _____________________________________________
The Cab Ride
It had been a slow night so I decided to knock off early. As I pulled out of the busy downtown core, empty now of theatre-goers and club kids, I spotted her in the distance. She was standing bathed in the cool, eerie glow of the streetlight. She was wearing a long raincoat and her exposed legs in their stilettos made her look even more cold and forlorn.
I slowed the cab as I approached her to see if she would flag me down. To this day I am not sure if she did raise her arm to signal me, but I stopped all the same.
As is my custom when picking up a lone female fare late at night, I didn't hold her gaze longer than necessary to establish our business transaction, but her eyes bore into my heart from that short look. There was some hunger lurking there.
All the same, when the left-hand back door opened and she slid onto the seat directly behind me, I had not caught more than a glimpse of her dark hair, and slim figure as she leaned into the cab. I looked into the rear view mirror to wait for her destination address. Something about her voice made me glad it would be a longer than usual trip. She had a soft voice, tinged with a nameless sadness that made my heart ache. I was intrigued by this woman. The delicate scent of her perfume rose around me as we pulled away into the night. I caught her dark, heavily lidded almost sleepy eye in the mirror, flipped the meter on and started to drive.
As we drove, I became aware of movement in the back seat as she adjusted her skirt and coat around her. Every now and then, the flash of pale skin caught the lamplight, and made me aware of a gnawing need in my loins. With some difficulty I tried to keep my concentration on the road ahead. I was glad there were so many stop lights on this route out of the city. As we pulled to a stop, I could see that the movements in the back seat were because she was changing her clothes in the back seat of my cab. The tension in my loins increased and I could feel the stirrings of my cock against my pant leg as I thought of those slim legs easing out of her stilettos.
I heard the slow release of a zipper and then was aware of her sensuously moving her hips out of her skirt. She eased it over her thighs, down onto the floor.
She sat in my cab clad only in her blouse, pantyhose and shoes, her skirt in a crumple beside her. The next stop light gave me the delicious sight of her rolling the top of her pantyhose down over her hips, over her thighs and down her calves. I would occasionally catch her eyes looking at me in the mirror. It was obvious that we were both getting interested in this striptease. And a tease it was. She held me rapturously waiting for the next garment to be removed. Now a slender arm was released from its silk sheath. Now her head was swallowed by the blouse and her hair was pulled forward only to fall back heavily against her now-bare shoulders. I could see in the lamplight the contrast of her creamy shoulders against the dark interior.
Involuntarily, I reached between my legs and started to stroke my penis, which arched at the touch. I could not touch this woman, and perhaps this lead to greater anticipation. I could only catch sight of her as we pulled to a stop at the streetlights along the way. I could not feel the silky texture of her breast, which I could see rounding over her bra as she bent down to retrieve her shoes from the cab floor. I could not taste her. My head was not buried between the creamy thighs I could see in the streetlights. I could smell her arousal as it filled the cab. For it was obvious to us both that this was a deliberate striptease and one we both were enjoying.
I could hear the rustle of cloth, accompanied by her breath coming now more rapidly, as she removed all her clothing and was left only with her bra and panties. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw her finger herself. I could certainly smell the powerful aroma of her body. It filled my nostrils and the interior of the cab. Her low moans and shallow breathing confirmed that she was rubbing herself gently, as she settled back into the deep seats. We continued in this way for some time; my fingers inside my trousers, her fingers I could only imagine in her pussy, stroking her wet cunt, until we were quite outside the downtown core and away from any streetlights.
When her eyes met mine in the mirror, they were glowing with a fire and intensity I found hard to refuse. No word had been spoken since she had given me her destination. No sound but our increasing excitement had filled the car.
I heard her pull some clothes from a bag at her feet, and she started to dress with the same languid movements. She had shed the skin of her personality and would now emerge at her home as a sensibly dressed woman once again.
Now she put on an oversized fleece sweatshirt that slid over her rounded bosom to her waist. She pulled on a pair of leggings first rolling them over one foot, then one calf, then onto the other. She arched her back into the seat and with her hips angled upwards, pulled the garment up over her hips to her waist. When next I stole a look into the mirror, she had pulled her hair back into a low ponytail and was sitting gazing absently out the window.
I pulled up in front of a low apartment building and swerved along side the front door.
As she leaned forward to give me the far, I flipped the meter over so that it was back to zero.
"No", I said, "This one's on me."
She smiled slowly. Her smile was full of awareness of the impact her transformation in my back seat had left on me. It was a smile which said "thank you for letting me share that adventure with you."
