The taxi ride

We took a taxi from the small harbour on the beautiful Greek island of Paxos. We had heard about a restaurant and bar on the west coast, where every evening, people gathered to watch the sunset, drink cocktails and listen to some great music. After half an hour bumping along winding roads through the hills, we arrived at our destination just as the bar was starting to get busy. We arranged for the driver to collect us later and found a large table near the cliff edge with stunning views of the sea far below.

A group of young guys were sitting at the other end of the table and as the bar filled up we all shuffled up to make room and we started to chat to our neighbours. By the time that the sun had slipped down over the horizon and into the sea, the music was turned up loud and we had been on the cocktails for over an hour. I (F, 35 at the time) was feeling very woozy and flirting outrageously with everyone. The two boys near me were very funny, good looking and giving me their full attention and I was having a great time. I was wearing a white mini dress with a deep v neckline and no bra, and I could see their eyes drifting down to my chest when I realised one of my nipples had slipped out. I have tiny boobs but quite prominent nipples and this happens to me quite often as I don’t wear bras unless I have to. Laughing loudly, I adjusted my dress and called to our lovely Greek waitress for another round of drinks.

By the time that my husband told me the taxi was waiting I was very drunk but also sad to be leaving the company of my new young admirers. However, as we stood to leave they said that their rooms were in the same village as us and could they catch a lift? Hubby, always very courteous and considerate said yes, of course and we all piled into the small taxi. He was in the front seat and I was squashed in the back with the two boys and another friend of theirs. It was such a tight squeeze that we all had our arms around each other and mine were firmly wedged behind two sets of broad shoulders. I also had to sit a little further forward to make room for the three big guys in the back but we settled in and off we went, bouncing down the rough road, with everyone very drunk, still laughing and talking about the evening.

By now it was getting dark and I was aware that with every bump in the road, my short dress was riding further up my thighs but I was unable to do anything about it as my arms were firmly entangled. After a few bends in the road the hem of my dress had become rucked up around my hips and my pink thong was showing against my brown thighs with the white marks of my bikini line seeming to shine in the semi darkness. I looked at the boy on my right and he smiled and raised an eyebrow. I glanced down and smiled, licked my lips and gave him a very suggestive look. The next thing i felt was my neckline being eased aside by an arm around my shoulder, allowing my left boob to slip out again. All three boys were now staring at my tiny white boob, topped with a hard pink nipple, and instead of covering up, the alcohol made me quite brazen and I just stared back, narrowing my eyes as if to dare them. While this was happening, my husband was chatting away in the front seat with no idea of the erotic tension in the back of the car.

The next thing I felt was a hand on my thigh, stroking the soft skin around the hemline of my dress. Still not getting any resistance from me, the hand moved over my thong rubbing my mound in slow circular movements. Another hand was now on my boob, gently stroking and pulling my hard nipple, squeezing my small white breast, and making me squirm in my seat.

The feeling was so erotic and arousing. Feeling three horny young guys groping my body while I was unable (and unwilling) to move, with hubby and the driver only feet away and oblivious to the drama going on behind them. Two hands were now in my thong, one finger inside my wet pussy and one rubbing my clit. Other hands were on both my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples. All I could do was lean back, open my legs as far as I could and push my hips hard against the groping hands, fuelled by testosterone and tequila.
I must have looked such a slut. My long blonde hair, bleached by the sun, cascading over my bare white tits, my dress up around my hips and my thong pulled aside revealing my pussy while three boys groped and finger fucked me to a huge orgasm.

Suddenly I was aware that the car was slowing as we entered the village and I hurriedly disentangled myself from three sets of hands and rearranged my clothing. Pulling into the village square, hubby paid the driver and we all fell out of the car. Hubby and I headed for our boat, while the three boys laughed and shouted their thanks as they set off in search of another bar.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10k90id/the_taxi_ride