Taking a ride in a taxi [FM]

I’m so sorry that I’ve been quiet on this subreddit lately, but sadly I’ve not had much to write about – I ended up ill just before the big summer convention and so spent it mostly miserable, and then missed the big convention a couple of weeks ago due to other commitments. However, inbetween those two disasters I did make it one other event, and managed to have some fun into the bargain.

The weekend con was a long trip up north for me and a friend, so we arrived on Friday night, checking into a hotel, and spent the evening eating and drinking before Saturday rolled around. While we were sat in the room that evening, I did my usual round of Tinder browsing, but for a change of pace also posted on Craigslist to see if anything cropped up. Inevitably, I got drowned in responses, but managed to pick out a couple of interesting ones at least.

When Saturday came, I dressed up as Rem from Re:Zero for the day – sporting a maid’s outfit, with a short skirt and white thigh-high socks (http://imgur.com/qWXyUTf). Checking myself in the mirror and getting a seal of approval from my friend (who disappointingly changed her original plan to cosplay Ram alongside me), we headed out for a day of the usual hanging out, looking around and posing for photos on the show floor, with me checking my phone and trading messages whenever the opportunity allowed.

By the evening, I’d been swapping a lot of messages with one guy who had mailed me from Craigslist – a taxi driver in his mid-40s who seemed very keen to “give me a lift” when his shift was over that evening. The more we talked the more into the idea I became, so once the show floor closed I hurried my friend out for a meal before returning to our room. It wasn’t too much longer after our return to the room that the guy signalled he was free and so we made arrangements, and I made an excuse to my friend that I was heading out, giving her the details of the taxi that was coming to collect me without telling her what the taxi was collecting me for.

With that done, I grabbed my handbag and headed out to the hotel lobby, watching the various taxis coming and going while craning my neck and watching excitedly and nervously for the right registration plate. Eventually I spotted a cab that matched the plate, and almost tripped over my shoes in my hurry to head outside to meet him. He seemed to recognise me straight away from the picture of my outfit I’d provided him, raising his hand to me in acknowledgement as he pulled up before I opened the door and clambered into the back.

“I’m used to asking where you’re going to, but I suppose it’s up to me this time?” he quipped in an accented voice as he closed the door, and I peered through to get a proper look at him, wearing trousers and a simple blue shirt, well-built with thinning hair but a friendly face. Before setting off, he double-checked I was who he was expected and we made our formal introductions, and he asked whether I still wanted to head off somewhere quiet. Telling him I did, we pulled away, with both of us feeling odd at the switched off toll equipment in the cab.

I quickly lost track of exactly where we were headed as he quickly, expertly twisted and turned through the city and then on to its outskirts, before pulling rapidly into a small, secluded industrial estate and parking up in a desolate corner of it away from prying eyes. “Is this alright?” he asked “I’ve been here before and never been disturbed”.

“Sure”, was my simple response, at which point he climbed out of the driver’s door and opened the back to come and join me in the very spacious rear of the taxi. I thought he might sit next to me to chat for a while first, but instead he dropped straight to his knees in front of me, craning forward to start kissing and sucking on my neck. Soon, his hands were all over me, groping my boobs and legs and ass hungrily as my breathing quickened and wetness grew quickly after far too long without pleasure provided by someone else. Probably emboldened by my heavy breathing, I soon felt a hand climbing up the inside of my leg, and in no time it was pressing against my crotch, causing me to gasp and half-moan as I felt his fingers brush against my hardening clit. He was soon awkwardly rubbing my pussy through my knickers, turning me on yet further until he asked if he could get my panties out of the way.

Nodding and lifting my hips, his big hands pushed under my skirt and quickly yanked down my knickers, first to my knees and then my ankles and finally – with some difficult – off over my shoes. Those same hands then pushed my legs apart as I instinctively scooted forward in the seat of the taxi, and without skipping a beat his head pushed between my legs and his tongue pressed fully against my wetness. I moaned louder now, gripping the taxi seat at first before one hand moved to the back of his head as he noisily and hungrily ate my pussy – he did so inelegantly, his tongue seemingly everywhere as it darted around tasting and licking me, but it was working and I could feel my need for release growing. It must only have been five minutes of my pussy being bathed in his tongue before I jerked and moaned loudly, dripping the seat harder as I came from his oral ministrations, which he didn’t cease until I pushed him away to look down at his beaming and decidedly wet face.

Clambering up from the floor of the cab, he commented “You’ve got me so hard… I Want you to sit on it” while unzipping his pants and pulling out a not particularly large but definitely thick cock. Sitting himself next to me on the back seat, he fished in his pocket to produce a condom, quickly ripping the packet and putting it on while I stood up and waited before him, my hands partway lifting my dress in preparation.

Once he was ready, and sat on the back seat with his cock standing proud and safely covered, I got into position, kneeling either side of him and lifting my dress high while he held his cock in his hand. I lowered myself down while he positioned his penis at my entrance, and eventually I felt it nudging between my lips. It took a few attempts to get it right, but eventually I sank onto him, feeling incredibly full and tight around his thickness after a while with no sex to the point where it almost felt a little painful for a moment. That soon subsided though, and while he moaned loudly about how tight I was he was soon well within me, and after the speed of our session so far I didn’t even think about slowing down. After a few slower movements I was soon bouncing on his cock pretty rapidly, my maid outfit rustling as I rode him vigorously without thinking of the consequence… a consequence that came just minutes later. He warned me he was about to cum but I simply kept riding him, moaning myself until I felt him tense and throb as he came hard into the condom inside me with more loud groans and grunts.

Once he was spent, I clambered off him to his apologies that it didn’t last long, coupled with assurances that he could get hard again with a little time. After dispensing of the condom outside the taxi (gross in retrospect, I know), we sat and talked for a while, his dick still protruding from his trousers and my knickers still discarded on the floor of the taxi. After some general small talk the conversation turned to Craigslist, where I admitted to having met guys from there before while he recounted how he regularly posts ads looking for girls looking to receive oral in the back of his cab and the successes he’d had. Talking about them in more detail, I could see the effect recounting these stories was having on him, and so taking the initiative I dropped to my knees and took his semi-erect cock into my mouth. With some vigorous use of my hand and mouth (and my free hand working surreptitiously under my skirt) he was soon hard and ready to go, and pondering what to do with me next.

His suggestion was to take me on the spacious floor of the cab, but my worries about getting my outfit dirty brought a grin to his face and a simple suggestion: “Take it off then?” So, a couple of minutes later Rem’s maid dress was removed and laid on the back seat of the taxi, as was my bra to leave me on the taxi floor in just Rem’s thigh-high stockings and wig. For his part, he’d dispensed with his trousers and briefs and, having put on another condom, was spooning behind me. As I held one leg aloft to give him access, he rubbed his thick cock up and down my slit until, satisfied I was wet enough, he slipped more easily into me. The curvature of his penis seemed perfect for this position, and he was soon readily, slickly slipping in and out of me, fucking me on the floor of his cab as he pressed himself against me. After a period of using his hand to hold my leg up, he eventually found a comfortable way for his hand to reach my clit and began rubbing it hard and fast. I was already plenty wet enough to enable this, and the extra stimulation soon turned my soft moans into louder ones as he fucked and fingered me at the same time, thrusting faster as he rubbed me. This continued doggedly for some time, the effects of cock and fingers building and building until another orgasm swept over me, and I came loudly as he continued to fuck me until I felt the need to pull away out of sensitivity.

After a brief respite, he told me he wanted to bend me over, and so next up I was kneeling on the floor of the taxi resting the upper half of my body on the back seat, so that he could move behind me and sink easily back into me. Now he fucked me hard, his body slapping against my mine as he sought his own release. I could hear that building from his breathing and grunts, and eventually he told me that he wanted to cum in my mouth. After another minute or so of thrusting, I felt him pull out urgently, prompting me to turn around as quickly as I could while he tore off the condom and moved over to my face. I quickly took him into my mouth, and it took no sucking at all before I could feel my mouth filling with his cum, which I rapidly swallowed down until he was spent.

We both took a minute or two to recover, before I picked up Rem’s dress from the back seat and gathered up my underwear, spending quite some time on the seat of the taxi redressing myself while he watched me and said little after quickly pulling his own discarded clothes back on. Once dressed, he asked if I was ready to head back. I buckled up on the back seat like a normal passenger, he returned to the driver’s seat, started the engine and drove me back the hotel, although I could see him looking at me frequently in the rear-view mirror while clearly replaying what had happened in his mind.

Back at the hotel, I thanked my “driver” for the ride, and spent 5 minutes or so cooling off in the breeze to dry my sweat and temper my flushed cheeks before returning to my room and my friend, vaguely answering her questions about the “friends” I popped out to see.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7b8ldp/taking_a_ride_in_a_taxi_fm