The taxi cab made its way through the usual Thursday afternoon traffic. In the backseat, Jennifer Tran looked out at the tangle of cars. The road noise was like familiar music to her. She felt the slight vibration of the motor of the old Ford Crown Victoria. The smell of old leather surrounded her. Her driver had his window cracked open slightly, and the cool fall air wafted through the vehicle.
She had just finished her last midterm exam, and was looking forward to winter break. Her wealthy parents had rented a luxury apartment for her in an affluent neighborhood that was about a 15-minute drive from campus. They had insisted on this arrangement, saying that there would be fewer distractions away from dormitory life and all the parties that went along with it. She usually drove her own car to school, but when she didn't have time or the inclination to find parking and walk to class, she called a cab, as she had done today.
As the vehicle bounced over potholes with its unforgiving suspension, Jennifer leaned back into the seat cushions and enjoyed the sensations running through her body.
While the vehicle weaved its way through traffic, Jennifer unbuttoned the top button of her jeans. Talk radio played in the background. She pulled her zipper down slowly.
Traffic on the freeway was now at a standstill.
"Mind if I open the window some more?" The driver had tanned, ropey forearms with gray hair, and looked about retirement age. His eyes were fixed in the distance.
"Go right ahead," Jennifer responded from the backseat. The driver lowered his window all the way and draped his arm over the window frame. Jennifer sighed as she breathed in the fresh air. She felt buoyant, almost giddy.
The driver turned up the radio to drown out the road noise. Jennifer slid down in her seat and hooked her thumbs under the waist of her jeans. She glanced out the window at the glistening steel and cement. She stole a glance at the rearview mirror, but the driver's eyes were fixated on the road with the same distant stare.
Slowly, she lifted her lower body an inch off the leather seat and pulled her jeans down just past her butt. The cool wind licked her butt. She left her jeans partially pulled down and looked at the driver. She had played this game a handful of times this semester, pulling her pants down and trying to appear nonchalant. It had made her taxi rides a little more entertaining. She got a little bolder each time, pulling her pants down a little farther.
The backseat of the large sedan was cramped, but allowed Jennifer enough space to lean forward and pull her jeans and panties down past her knees and all the way down to her ankles.
Once again reassured that she had not been caught, she pulled off her sneakers and wiggled her toes in her ankle socks. With her pants around her ankles, she spread her legs and relaxed.
Casually reaching down as if picking something up off of the floor, she pulled off her socks and slid out of her jeans. Her jeans, panties, and socks were strewn across the floor by her bare feet.
Jennifer glanced at the rearview mirror again. As she watched the driver for any sign that she had been discovered, she slowly started to rub herself.
The front seats of the old Crown Victoria were connected by a middle panel in order to accommodate a third passenger in the front, which blocked the entire lower part of the backseat from view. Jennifer put one leg across the backseat with her other knee against the back of the driver's seat. Her vagina was smooth and slippery, and her middle finger slid easily in and out, her palm slapping gently on her clitoris with each thrust. As her vagina dilated from her sexual arousal, she inserted her ring finger along with her middle finger and pushed deeper into herself.
Her breathing got faster as she rubbed herself. Her lips parted slightly as her fingers moved faster over her clitoris.
The first soft moan escaped her lips. She was aware of it, but the road noise from the open windows drowned it out. She moaned again, this time slightly louder.
Jennifer slouched down in the seat until she could no longer see the driver in the rearview mirror, stretching her legs out on the seat and floor next to her. She jackhammered her middle and ring fingers in and out of her vagina for about thirty seconds with her eyes closed. She knew passing cars or trucks might notice, but she pretended to be oblivious to it all. The knowledge that others might be watching her nubile young body squirming in the throes of an orgasm was thrilling to her, but she wasn't sure she wanted to know who was looking for fear she might lose her nerve.
Contorting her body slightly, she unclasped her bra and pulled it off from under her tank top. She let it fall to the floor with her other clothes. At this point she realized there was a good chance the driver would catch on to her adventure, but she had stopped caring. He seemed like a harmless old guy, and if he caught a peek it wouldn't be a big deal, she figured.
With both hands, she pulled up her tank top up just above her supple breasts. The softness of her C cup breasts contrasted sharply with the firmness of her toned abdominal muscles. As the car bounced over rough pavement, her breasts jiggled and brushed against the bottom of her pulled-up tank top.
Once again, she flirted with an orgasm by penetrating herself quickly for the better part of a minute. She stuffed her panties in her mouth to muffle the sounds of her pleasure as she rode the edge of an orgasm.
Dropping her panties on the floor, Jennifer sat up and leaned forward again in order to more easily pull her tank top over her head. The position afforded her a direct view of her bare, hot pink vagina. She caught a faint whiff of the unmistakable scent of the female sex, the same erotic scent she had encountered while experimenting with her college roommate this past summer during the college prep summer program she had attended. Since then, she had become obsessed with sniffing and tasting her fingers while masturbating.
Still leaning forward, Jennifer pulled off her tank top and then leaned back against the car door. Now fully exposed to the world, she took a moment to absorb the feeling. Although he was still staring straight ahead, she sensed that the driver might be aware of her indecent exposure and seemed to have accepted this new reality in which they were now living.
The taxi cab exited the freeway and turned onto Jennifer's street. She could see her upscale apartment building in the distance.
"Can you pull over at that parking lot for a minute?" Jennifer's shaky voice came from the backseat. She felt her heart pounding. She was about to do something she had never even dreamed of doing before.
