This is my first story. I opened this account with my SO so that we can share some of our experiences.
Isla and I took a taxi from my house to go out to dinner and have drinks in the downtown area. I lived in the burbs; a long drive out of the city limits, so the taxi was going to be expensive. I’ve learned the hard way that if you plan on drinking, you can never pay enough in taxi rides to keep yourself out of trouble.
We went out. Made out. Ate. Drank. Made out some more. Truly an annoying couple with our PDA, especially considering our age, but it didn’t matter. It was early in the relationship — those days when you can’t keep your hands off each other, even in a public place. People around us had chastised us for too much lovin,’ but we shrugged it off and kept snuggling at the end of the bar. Our divorces had ravaged both of us, so we were fresh out of dead bedrooms and into each other’s arms.
After a night of burning down the town, we hailed a taxi to head back home to the burbs. The shaggy young driver greeted us gruffly as we settled into the rough leather interior. We gave him our destination, and the silence enveloped the inside of the yellow sedan: a grizzly driver and two horny drunk people on a 30-minute nighttime cab ride to the suburbs.
Now, Isla is hot. Not just hot for “her age,” but hot regardless. Long blonde hair, stunning green eyes that are hard to stare into at times. She is still upscale, elegant, and always dresses like a lady. Her legs are long, she is lean, and small up top, perfect in my eyes. I’m “alright for a guy of 50.” Slight dad bod, 5’10,” 6.5″ cock that still stands upright to one o’clock. I’m thankful to have no issues with an erection, even with a belly full of scotch.
We started on each other before the cab had made it to the freeway out of town. The night’s kissing heated us to extremely high radiation levels, and there was danger of a Chernobyl level explosion unless someone released a valve somewhere. I ran my hands along Isla’s thighs and unbuttoned her jeans. They were tight as she sat in the back of the cab, and I was unable to get my fingers between her legs, so I pulled them down slightly off her hips. She was already wet, and that made me harder – as if it was possible. Isla opened my fly and released me. We were like two aging professionals, heavy petting like 16-year-olds in the back of my dad’s car.
Then she bent down and took me in her mouth. It felt amazing. And illicit. I looked at the cab driver; there was no way he couldn’t know about the extracurricular activity in his backseat. I looked at the mirror, and our eyes locked briefly. He raised his eyebrow, content to stay silent and watch where it goes.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed her soft lips wetting my cock.
We were too worked up; our focus and judgment were disappearing. I pulled Isla up and began removing her pants. Her eyes grew big, frozen with uncertainty, then giggled nervously before helping me. I slid off her panties. She was now naked from the waist down in a cab moving 70 mph on a suburban freeway. The night outside kept the backseat in deep darkness so that the driver couldn’t see much.
The silence of the taxi felt even louder. There was no music, and the cars whooshed past us. I wondered if the driver was as hard as I was. A beautiful woman had her legs spread wide open in his backseat.
She sat upright and swung her leg over mine, straddling me in the backseat. She began grinding back and forth with her arms wrapped around me. Her unexpected sluttiness was intoxicating. God, I loved her. I knew I wasn’t going to cum, but I wanted to enjoy these last few minutes before arrival. I was sitting in the middle seat, her backside facing the driver. She was on full display, having moved out of the shadow and lit by the streetlights. Thoughts raced through my head. “Is he watching?” “Is he going to reach back the few short inches to run a hand across her smooth ass?” He was respectful and never did. We wrestled our clothes on in silence as the taxi pulled up near my house.
I tipped him. The cabby gave me a tiny wink, and we exited, not realizing that Isla left her favorite green panties in the backseat as an unintentional souvenir.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cikcyo/mf_we_take_a_ride_in_a_taxi