We were riding in a cab – coming back from dinner or a show or drinks. I was running my hand under your dress and across your thigh. As I slid my hand higher up your thigh, I realized you weren’t wearing panties (which was strange, because I knew you’d been wearing them earlier.) As I started to slide my hand around your thigh, you gently parted your legs and slid forward a little on the seat. You began biting on my ear gently, kissing and licking it. At first I cupped your vagina with my whole hand, feeling the warmth against my fingers. Gently I started to apply pressure with my middle finger, parting your lips slightly. I started to roll my finger subtly, pushing back against your clit and pressing deeper with each arc. You started biting my ear harder, sticking your tongue deeper inside. Finally I curled my finger and pushed it deep inside your vagina. You bit my ear to bury the gasp, but your breathing was short and fast and you whispered “fuck” a little louder than you intended. The driver looked back in the mirror, starting to get suspicious. With a second finger now inside you, we found a rhythm. You were pressing forward a little harder and rolling your hips against my hand. My fingers were held tight against the front of your vagina with your clit rolling against the inside of my knuckles. You stopped playing with my ear and simply pressed your mouth against it, breathing heavy in time with our rhythm. You reached into my lap and found my penis pushing hard against my jeans. You traced the outline with your fingers until you found the tip, squeezing it gently and stroking the shaft. You start to fumble with my zipper, but I had to undo it with my free hand. You slid your hand inside and pulled my boxers shorts away enough for you to grasp my penis tightly. I pulled my fingers up sharply in response and you shuddered. The driver started making more frequent glances in the mirror, trying to see but avoiding my eyes. You pulled my fingers out of your vagina, slid sideways on the seat, bent down, pulled my penis further out of my jeans and into your mouth. You sucked lightly on the tip, licking the shaft and sliding your hand down to cup my testicles. I pulled your hair back away from your face with my wet fingers, leaving light wet streaks on your cheek. I squeezed the back of your neck as you closed your lips around my penis, running your tongue around the tip. When you sat up and kissed me, your mouth was salty and wet. The driver started saying something, but it was too quiet to hear through the glass. You moved your tongue slowly inside my mouth, pressing hard but evenly, quietly. As you pulled up your dress and slid your legs across me, I ran both hands up the outsides of your thighs until I held your buttocks tightly. The kissing was faster then and the deep French kisses punctuated by harder pecks and bites. My penis was pressed between your thigh and my abdomen and I could feel your pelvis warm, scratchy and wet on my hip. You reached down with your hand and slid my penis against the inside of your leg, pulling it towards your vagina but missing. The driver’s voice was raised now, but we weren’t listening. Finally you pulled my penis inside you, sliding down the shaft and instantly taking it inside you completely. Continuing to clutch your buttocks with one hand, I pushed the other hand up your dress, desperately trying to pull one of your breasts free. The driver was pounding on the glass with one hand and pressing the horn with the other. We were fucking furiously then, with you holding the back of the seat behind my head, looking me in the eye while you pounded your vagina against the base of my penis. Unable to get your breast free, I put both hands up on the sides of your head and dug my fingers into your hair. The driver was starting to swerve then, angry and unsure of whether to pull over or rock us loose with the motion of the car. I could feel the pressure building in my penis as the nerves started to tingle and tighten. My moaning rose in pitch and you quickened your pace in response. With your face against mine and our eyes locked, you whispered “cum for me” and squeezed your thighs slightly. Although already fully inside you, I started pushing harder against your vagina and thrusting wildly as the pressure swirled through my muscles. Clumsily clutching your breast through the front of your dress, my head snapped back as the semen exploded inside your vagina, three or four deep pulses and shuddering muscle contractions, pressed as fully against you as possible. The driver smashed his fist on the glass one last time and swore in disgust. You kissed me sweetly and slowly before lifting your hips up and carefully rolling back onto the seat. The hem of your dress brushed lightly against my penis, pulling a trail of semen across my jeans. You wrapped an arm around my waist, gently rested your head against my heaving shoulders and quickly pulled my hand up your thigh, spreading your legs slightly and nestling my fingers inside your vagina…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/338h1g/call_a_cab_mf_voy