Cab Driver

When I notice we are not heading in the right direction, I tell the driver. He gives me another glance in the mirror and suddenly pulls off the road. I assume he is doing a u-turn, but quickly realize he has pulled in to a small, secluded park. He stops the taxi in an empty parking lot behind a stand of tall trees. When he shuts the engine off, the sound of the rain on the car roof is almost deafening.

I can see him looking intently at me in the mirror.

"What are we doing here?" I ask, somewhat dumbly.

"Why don't you come and sit up front here with me?" he says by way of reply.

I instantly catch on and smile. My hard-on reaches new heights and my lack of success at the Tower Bar becomes part of ancient history. I get out of the back seat, and climb into the front passenger seat.

"I couldn't stop thinking about how hot you look in those slutty clothes after I dropped you off," says the driver, and I notice he is rubbing his crotch.

"Do you like them?" I say demurely, and I feel his hand on my thigh. I mentally urge him to move it higher.

"Oh God yeah," he moans. "I could see up your skirt in the mirror, I could see your hard cock in those panties, and I got so turned on. I wanted you bad."

His hand on my thigh is rubbing in circular motions, going higher each time.

"It turns me on so much that you want me like this." I say, as his hand finally disappears up under my dress. I part my legs, and his hand slides over the lacy fabric of my panties, rubbing my ball sack. I slowly undulate my hips, thrusting my bulging underwear against his hand. He responds by rubbing harder. The feeling of him stroking me through my panties is everything I had ever hoped it would be. My eyes drift shut in ecstasy, as he slides my dress up around my waist, exposing me fully. His hand has found where my hard shaft pokes out the top of my underwear, and is rubbing it against my belly. I moan in delight, and the rain outside comes down harder.