Erotic Story: In a traffic jam

It’s dark in the back of the taxi and very busy on the road. Behind a tinted window, the driver impatiently taps his steering wheel. I’m frustrated, because I want to get home as soon as possible. Dean gently strokes my thigh with his fingers. I can feel the warmth of his touch through my tights. Something about pantyhose, a short dress and a man in a suit always turns me on. So, it was likely that tonight would be no different. I look at him with my sweetest smile. He makes me feel hot. He leans into me and kisses my lips. Warm and full of surrender. His tongue dances through my mouth, leaving a trail of bliss. “I wish we were home already”, he whispers excitedly. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” His words make me weak, my breathing quickens and in the silence I can almost hear my heartbeat. “I can’t wait either”, I whisper almost out of breath. His hand disappears further and further up and while the taxi has barely moved a meter, I feel his fingertips playfully pressing against my tights. Without thinking, I put my hand on his crotch and grab his outline. He is hard and moans softly at the touch.

“Be careful”, he whispers with a mischievous smile. “Or I won’t be able to hold back.” Holding back is the last think I want. Without saying anything, I look around. The taxi is dark and it’s dark outside too. Am I really considering this? I look at the seam of my dress. His hand has disappeared completely and I want nothing more than to spread my legs wide. He looks straight at me, slides his second hand under my dress and then tears the crotch out of my tights. A scream escapes from my throat. The driver looks up and asks if everything is okay. Dean assures him that everything’s fine. I look out the window smiling. Dean grabs my chin and pulls my face towards him. We kiss deeply, our hands explore each other’s bodies for the umpteenth time and my mind conjures up several ways to enjoy him as quickly as possible. Between my legs, I feel his fingers press against my thong, curl around the fabric and gently pull it aside. “Fuck, you’re so wet”, he mumbles against my lips. A sense of pride runs through my body. I’m so excited that his fingers almost get sucked in. With my hand I fidget at the waistband of his pants and undo his belt. I have to touch him; the waiting is slowly driving me crazy. In no time I’ve loosened his belt and pants and his boner proudly sticks up in the air. I start jerking him off slowly. Wilder and wilder, then quietly again, only to pick up the pace again. It takes effort for me not to make a sound, but I don’t want the driver to catch us in the act. Outside, the cars are still not moving and I wonder how long it will take. Dean withdraws his fingers and looks at me sternly. “Can you be quiet?” I look at him questioningly. “I want you. “Here.”

He gestures toward the backseat of the taxi, while my brain starts to race. “It’s dark, he probably won’t even notice”, Dean says. “If you keep quiet.” Without saying anything I nod carefully, although I’m not sure. Dean leans further into the seat and lifts me onto his lap. My back rests against his chest and he pulls my dress up slightly to make it easier. I position myself above him and then slowly lower myself so that he can slide into me. Tingling explodes through my body. How on earth am I supposed to stay quiet? I let the back of my head rest on his shoulder and carefully start to move. “Hmm, you feel so good”, he whispers in my ear. I have to do my best to focus. My rolled-up thong cuts into the skin of my buttocks. Strangely enough, this has a very arousing effect. I sway my hips while his hands tickle my stomach. We don’t have much space, but we make good use of the little space we do have right away. He softly moans in my ear and encourages me to keep going. My senses are on edge. We could get caught at any moment, and that thrill takes our private sex session to a higher level. I dig my fingertips firmly into his thighs to get some grip and keep myself in position. “This is so hot”, I moan softly. He grabs my hair firmly and presses my body tighter against his. I’m hot and start sweating, and my breathing is moving away from its natural rhythm more and more. Under my dress, his fingers have found my clit.

“This is for the both of us”, he says softly in my ear and then starts to draw circles. Soon, I don’t know which way is up, and I struggle to maintain my rhythm and movements. My breathing is getting louder and I can no longer contain the sounds my body produces. “Ssh”, he whispers proudly. “We’re fucking on the backseat of a taxi. You have to be quiet.” His words get through to me and I resume my rhythm. When I continue to moan, he presses his free hand against my mouth. I feel completely captivated. His fingers against my clit and his other hand on my mouth. The only movement I can manage is up and down. Slowly at first, and then more and more intensely. My strokes get bigger and bigger and I let myself sink deeper and deeper. I hear his soft moans in my ear. Every now and then he curses and tells me how good it feels. My legs are souring, but I want to give it my all. It’s too good to stop. “Fuck”, I moan way too loud in the palm of his hand. My muscles get warm, my body starts to tingle and I feel light-headed. With undulating movements I come hard. Just when my climax reaches its end, I notice that he is getting there too. With the last bit of strength I keep moving up and down vigorously. He moans in my ear, telling me to continue and then I feel it. His body jerks, he tightens his grip and he comes as quietly as he can. We take a moment to catch our breath. And then I push myself off of him. Even before his juice has a chance to hit the backseat, I pull my thong into place. Overheated, I look at him and start laughing. “That was so fucking good and thrilling, you know”, he chuckles. I look at him with a sense of satisfaction as the car slowly starts to drive. When we get home, we’ll definitely go for an extensive second run.