I was waiting at the airport for a trip downtown. A young couple came racing out hand in hand and flew straight into my open back door. I grabbed my sign and drove away.
They were already making out by the time I dropped the stick to drive. They both seemed about 28. He was jocular and she looked athletic. He was in khaki shorts and buttoned shirt and she was in a tightly hugging grey knit tube that went up her neck and left her shoulders bare.
He finally called out an address deep in the west end. I took the opportunity to get a big long look in the rear view. She held his cheek in her hand and licked all over his face. She had long light brown hair that flew all over him. She had a ring on almost every finger, and a tongue ring too, I noticed. I couldn’t see as low as their waists.
I confirmed the address he gave me.
“Yep,” he said in a rush. He flicked the switch back and forth trying to close the window barrier between us. I explained that it was broken, my apologies.
Before we even left the airport grounds, I could see in the rear view the back of his shirt. It was still daytime and light poured in through the sunroof, but the image confused me. I finally figured out that the two limbs down his sides were not his arms, but her calves, and that I couldn’t see his head because her dress was stretched over it. She was slouched far down in the middle of the back seat. One of her hands gripped the hold above the door and the other gripped her own hair. I stretched myself up at a red light and caught sight of her twisted up bright red thongs on the seat beside her. She was already crying out in a nasally, high pitched and rhythmic whimper
I stuck to the middle lane and took it slow. I adjusted the rear view downward, sure in the belief no one was paying attention. I watched traffic lights and timed my speed to avoid stopping. I’m not sure if they cared if any stopped cars beside us had a view or not. I was able to watch traffic in front of me and the rear view at the same time.
He was rough with her. He got out from under her dress and pulled her by the hips to the edge of the car seat. She growled in that smiling way. She was nearly lying on the seat. He heaved her legs over his shoulders so that her feet dangled upside down nearly against the ceiling of the car. She had black stilettos on. Her toes pointed at each other high over his back. Cars behind us would have clearly seen her upside down legs wiggling in the air.
I could hear him ram her. I could see her hands grab him by the waist on both sides and yank him harder. The whole car bounced as we made our steady way toward town. She moaned with “Ahhs!” so loud I had to look around at cars beside us. She reminded me of the sounds of Olympic shot putters, only putting a shot once per second.
As we crossed the bridge into town, they appeared to be engaged in a struggle. She was pushing him away and he was pushing in. They giggled like wrestling children. She won. When I figured out what I was looking at next, he was sitting up with his back to me in the backward seat directly behind my head. Perhaps they thought the window was up after all.
She stayed attached to him in all the fighting and ended up riding him in his lap. Her hands pressed palms-up into the ceiling. Her face was down as she rose over him, once he slouched down under the level of the partition window. I had to focus more on traffic in the busier streets in town, but I watched her heaving body in the rear view. She was still dressed in that summer tube dress, but it was pushed up all the way to just show me the bottom of her breasts.
I could hear a lot more because they were right behind me. She sounded like she was climbing endless stairs. She breathed hard and grunted hoarsely. They seemed to slow things down and she rested her forearms on the edge of the window partition. I could smell her sweat. Her hair was all over her face and arms. Some of it was even on my shoulder. She was panting. She looked down at him below her, and she smiled all mischievously, saying things like, “Oh yeah?” and, “You think you can, huh?”
All the while, her whole body slowly rose and fell like waves washing in. She was laughing and taunting him. She said, “What if I don’t let you?” and laughed with sinisterness. Her motion stopped. I could see her face plainly in the rear view. Her mouth fell open as though something required complete concentration. Her hands pressed into the top edge of the window partition forcefully. She squirmed and grunted. Her hair obscured her face.
Suddenly she gave way and nearly hit the ceiling with her head. Her body bounced fast. She held onto the window edge and her head swooped down onto her hands. Her hair was billowing into the front compartment. She turned her head sideways. If I turned mine, my face would have touched hers. Her voice became more breath, higher and higher pitched, both in and out, right into my ear. It stopped and started all jagged.
We were now on slower, narrower streets. There were pedestrians on the sidewalks. The limo windows were dark but not opaque. The car was not soundproof. We were often stopped in traffic.
I closed my eyes when she sucked in a huge and long breath, and let it out in an even longer groan. A car behind me honked. I jerked forward on the gas and they fell down together into the seat behind me and out of my view. I only had two blocks to go. I could no longer see them but I heard them giggling and talking right behind me. I couldn’t make out sentences, but I heard her conspiratorial voice use the words “he” and “him” and “really?” and “you think?” and “so hot.”
They straightened themselves up only when I pulled into the driveway of their apartment building. He shoved cash at me through the window and she disappeared into the building faster than I could see. He included a decent enough tip. And they kept it pretty clean back there, too. Except for her twisted up red thongs lying on the floor.
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