Sitting in the back of the taxi your hand is sliding up along my arm, stroking my skin. I still can't quite believe the effect you are having me. After all those conversations on the internet, all the phone calls, I knew something special was there, but I never expected this. The slightest touch has my entire body tingling. A look from you has my knees going weak. Part of me loved the feelings you evoked in me. Another part was afraid of the intensity of it all.
I lean in closer to you and you kiss my forehead. Your hand trails down my arm and passes down onto my leg, fingers lightly stroking my thigh. Even with the denim preventing you from getting to me, my skin is tingling and on fire.
Your lips trail along the side of my neck, inching up to my ear. You nibble gently on the lobe as your hand wanders a little further up my leg. Your hand around me is teasing along the side of my breast. Already I am aching for you again.
I glance at the driver but he seems to be paying us no attention. His focus centred on the road ahead. Which is a good thing, I think, as your hand creeps ever higher and starts to tease my pussy through the denim of my jeans. I gasp a little and you turn my head to kiss my lips, just as your hand assaults my breast too. Your fingers pinching the nipple through my clothes. I make a weak effort to prise your hands away but I am loving your touch too much to really want you to stop.
Your fingers push down harder onto my pussy, making the denim rub on my clit. The friction causes my body to shudder and soft moans to escape. My hand grips the front of your shirt tightly as I try to control myself.
You pull your head up and stare into my eyes. "God I am so hard for you again," you mutter.
"Are you really?" I ask.
I loosen my grip on your shirt and slide my hand downwards. It edges down your stomach and beyond. I stroke my hand over the bulge in your jeans. "So you are," I murmur.
"What are you doing?" you gasp.
"Returning the favour" I reply as my fingers open the button and slide the zip down. My hand slides inside and I feel your heat through your boxers. I slide my fingers up and down the length. I can feel you getting harder and your breathing quickens.
"We can't do this here," you protest. "The driver!"
I smile at you. "That didn't stop you did it?" I tease. My hand finds its way inside your boxers and I wrap my hand around your cock. Gripping lightly, I stroke up and down slowly. Your body jerks and you unconsciously move your hips forward making it easier for me. I let my fingers trace over the tip and hear you gasp.
"You have to stop. I'm not sure I can take this." You tell me, your voice thick and body tense.
My response is to grip you a little tighter and quicken my strokes. "Fuck," I hear you mutter. Your head leans back against the seat and your eyes close. I lean across and trace my lips and tongue along your neck. My hand slides down and lightly brushes across your balls. Cupping them in my hand I squeeze a little before moving back up to your cock. I let my fingers trail lightly up the length. I tease them around your tip. I trail them back down. I grip you again and stroke harder.
Your hand moves down and grips my wrist, preventing any more movement. "You are gonna have me coming in my pants if you don't stop" you tell me urgently.
I grin at you. I relax my grip around you and just let my fingers tease gently.
Glancing out of the car window I notice we are close to home. "Almost there," I tell you.
"Thank God for that" you breathe, which makes me giggle.
I look forward and notice the taxi driver is staring into his mirror and watching us. His eyes dart to the road on occasion but his attention seems mostly focused on the couple on his back seat. I smile to myself and exaggerate my hand movements. Letting him know just how I am stroking up and down your cock. He adjusts himself in his seat and his eyes follow the movement of my hand. I'm not sure why I was letting him watch. Why I was making more of a show for him. I just knew that I was.
I pull your cock completely out into the open and let the driver see exactly what we are doing. I let him see me trailing my fingers over you. I let him watch me stroke the little precum from your tip and slide the moisture down the length of your cock. I let him watch me grip you in my hand as I stroke from base to tip.
The car swerves a little and my eyes meet the drivers in the mirror. I look away quickly. What on earth was I doing? Blushing somewhat I take my hand away from you. "I think you should put that away for now" I whisper to you.
You look across at me. "Not like the idea of being watched?"
You had known! My blush deepens. You grin as you fasten yourself back up. Leaning over you whisper into my ear. "It's okay. It turned me on too."
