Erotic Story: The longest taxi ride

As the taxi door closes, I sink deep into the leather back seat and watch as he joins me from the other side. My body is warm and I feel the cold leather tickle my skin. He instructs the taxi driver and then looks at me from under his eye lashes. ‘You’ve been looking good enough to eat all night, he says with a smile. ‘I can’t wait to for us get home.’ We’ve just had a night filled with colleagues, speeches and work talk nobody needs. Just those standard things at a work dinner. I’ve been admiring him all night and look forward to going home with him. The smile on his face as he greeted people, the way his pants fitted around his tight ass and how he charmingly and terribly sexily kept running his hand through his hair. ‘Me neither,’ I whisper in my most sultry voice. As the taxi drives us through the streets towards our house, I don’t want to hold back anymore. It’s dark outside and at intervals the light of the flashing lampposts shines across the backseat. I let my legs fall apart slightly and tickle my bare knee with my fingertips. The bottom of my dress falls between my legs and he looks at me as my fingertips gently caress my skin. A gentle, mischievous smile lights up his face and his eyes start to twinkle. ‘Does it feel good?’ I nod excitedly without saying anything and let my fingertips run further up. I glance at the taxi driver every now and then, but he has his eyes fixed on the road. The fact that someone else is so close to us, makes it even more thrilling. Just as his gaze fixed on me.

With his eyes on me, I push the fabric of my dress up further, just until my panties show. As soon as he sees the piece of fabric, he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. A small reaction which ignites the fire inside me. Tingling shoots through my body and I look at him. His eyes are still focused on my bare legs and on the spot where they come together. I place one hand on the leather of the seat and lean back a little. With the fingers of my free hand, I press against the crotch of my panties. I’m wet. ‘Play with me,’ I whisper. ‘Show me what you want,’ he replies softly and he presses his lips against the warm skin of my neck. His lips feel warm and his breath tickles my skin. He puts his hand on my leg, I put my hand on his and guide him towards my most sensitive spot. Excitedly, he presses his fingertips to my panties. I long for him. My fingers long for his touch. My breathing quickens as he playfully starts to press. ‘Hmm,’ I moan softly. ‘I want to feel your fingers.’ He grabs my neck with his free hand, runs his thumb over my jawline and lips. He looks at me with hungry eyes. I playfully suck the tip of his thumb into my mouth and suck gently. ‘Be careful, or we won’t make it home in time.’ ‘Hmm,’ I answer. ‘Maybe that’s exactly my intention.’ He passionately presses his lips to mine, as if I’m the oxygen he needs. We kiss heavily, as our hands are still buried somewhere in my crotch. While kissing, he curls his fingertips around the edge of my panties and pulls the fabric to the side. My body is engulfed by heat when his fingers slide through my wet folds and an excited groan escapes my lips. ‘Fuck, you’re wet. So good how wet you are for me,’ he mumbles against my lips. Our tongues dance wildly together and I feel my heartbeat somewhere in my throat. I try to take the taxi driver into account, but I’m way too aroused. I bring my lower body closer to the edge of the back seat and grip his hand tightly. With my fingers, I push his fingers inside me. My desires are moving in all directions and I don’t know where to look anymore. The taxi bumps along the road and I do my best to find some hold on the seat. Again, he pushes a finger into me and then moves them alternately deep inside of me. Out of nowhere, he stops kissing me and looks at me heatedly. His lips are colored light-red from kissing and his mouth is open slightly, as if he could attack again at any moment.

He looks straight at me as he pulls out his fingers. My body shivers and I feel loss shooting through me. With our eyes locked, he takes his fingers to his mouth. They glisten with my fluids in the light of the passing lantern poles. He sticks out his tongue and starts licking them. I moan in response. Fuck, that’s such a horny sight. As soon as his fingers are clean, he lets them disappear under my dress again. Without saying or asking anything, he curls them around my panties again and pulls them down. I lift my butt a little and as soon as my panties are at my feet, I kick them over my heels. He picks up the panties and puts them in his pant pocket. ‘I don’t think I can wait,’ he says as he bounces his boner back and forth in his pants. We look at each other briefly, as if we’re having a conversation with our eyes. Then we both look at the driver who still doesn’t seem to notice a thing. I carefully open the buttons of his pants. He wiggles his ass back and forth to create space and moans softly as I free his boner from his boxers. His cockhead is wet and seeing all his inches makes my insides contract. He shifts, moves his butt a little closer to the edge and gestures with short nods of his head. I look at the driver one last time and without thinking about it too much, I sit on his lap. I pull up my dress, grab his boner and position myself above it. While we look at each other intently, I lower myself over him. As my body makes room for him, we both moan excitedly. He slides his nails over my back and I start to move. I don’t know how long this taxi ride will take, but I do know that I can’t hold it until we get home.