Alcohol has been my best wingman, really..that I knew. But I didn’t know how it could make me reach inside me and retrieve the most unsavoury of desires.
A colleague I hadn’t seen in a long time, who recurred in my dream since over a month, finally decided to meet me in a pub near my old office. This girl whom I knew from my previous workplace had this quiet, retiring personality, and I had longed to know her more since I caught a fleeting glimpse of her conversation with a friend. A few words I cottoned on…something about her calling someone a size queen. There definitely is something ticklish about a prudish girl making smutty references. It also helps to add that underneath her rather conservative dress sense, she had a rocking body. Some I could see, some I completed using my tool of imagination.
Her cold-ish, retreating vibe added to that desirability. Think – I am taking the creative leap with my reference here – Monica Bellucci with a vibe of January Jones. The resounding fullness of her figure…mingled with the coyness. In these recurring dreams, I found myself madly consumed with the craving to feel every inch of her..exactly where she stood near the water cooler.
Our conversations were easier than I presumed. The jokes flew thick & fast and so did the shots we ordered. I couldn’t help but cast a glance at her back everytime she excused herself to go to the bathroom. She wore a long denim dress-coat with big buttons running through its length, looked like they were glued to it. The dresscoat hugged her body tight. The seams of her panties teasing slightly every time she took a stride forward. A wider collared overcoat also gave me a peek into her tattoo on the collarbone. The lunar phases inked in a line. She looked so well put together. Every time she raised curled her fingers around the bottle, I couldn’t help but notice the long, slender fingers; the wine-coloured paint against that skin made for a delicious contrast. I wanted them in my mouth.
The sense of ease that flowed through the entire evening, coupled with shedding of our inhibitions, made it easier for me to ask her to come back to my place for a nightcap. Nightcap made for a great pretext to extend our conversation. Suffice to say, we both were inebriated enough. As a consequence, we made a quick call for an Uber.
The drive arrived and we headed for the other part of the town, a good 40 min route. It was already 12:45 so the traffic won’t kill the mojo.
As we settled in and the ride started, something in me wanted to wrap my hand around, gently yank her closer. No words exchanged. The sweetness of perfume mingled with by dreary state made me intoxicated. As I glanced down, I got a full view of the lunar phases. It was a full moon night outside. I touched her golden bracelet, and she didn’t resist. Next thing I know, I found myself clasping her hand and yanking her hair gently to bring her mouth close to mine. Her eyes didn’t meet mine. Didn’t seem very interested in that. But her lips did. We kissed fervently. She was eager to give way. And I found mine. We kissed on incessantly for 10 minutes straight, not coming up for air even. I was pleasantly surprised to feel that greed in her kisses. They weren’t long and gentle. There was this ungovernable desire. Her demeanour made me grow bolder. My hand which was rubbing her neck gradually reached towards the tattoo. Rubbing that part made me wild. I kept rubbing her collar bones, as though I could smudge the tattoo if I rubbed enough. I wanted to explore further, so I took the liberty of unbuttoning just a bit, and my palms now rubbed her chest. From one end to the other. Her soft, caramel skin felt made me forget about where I was and what I was doing. Unthinkingly, I kept biting her face, and gradually, widening the opening of the coat, reached for her bra strap, which I gently slipped down her shoulder. With the cab hitting every bump on the road, her breasts bounced and heaved. I grew wilder and decided to cup them in my big palms. She let out a moan, which, this time, despite the sounds of the running car and the road outside, was slightly more audible. That made me mildly conscious of another person ‘there in the room’, whose presence we’d hitherto discounted. His eyes from the rear view mirror met mine, but he quickly glanced away. This made us feel condoned, and we went into an overdrive, even more greedily so. Her eyes were drunk, and I was consumed with lust. I’d worn beige trousers and it was not going to be easy to hide my erection for long. And she took an obvious notice of it, and inched her beautiful hands closer to my lap and my dick. That sight made me paranoid. I grabbed and massaged her left boob more ferociously this time, with her wine-coloured seamless bra still on. I wanted to cup them and rub them forever..so blind drunk on this woman. Her skin was cold and that made me want to cover more of it…as though my palm wasn’t enough to cover it all.
Her hand cupped by dick firmly and she started rubbing it from above, the sound of the cloth chafed by her skin made me want to bite her lips. Her rubbing intensified and my precum was seen through the light beige of the pants. I unbuttoned her some more. Her cleavage was seen wholly now, through the three buttons open. That made explore both her breasts with my hand with some freedom, and she kept moaning uncontrollably now. I asked her if she was wet, she responded ‘Completely’.
Usman, the cabbie, this time had his gaze fixed on our hushed movements. I dont think he could see much of it, but the sounds of moaning and chafing gave us away. He slyly raised himself just a bit to get a better view–don’t think he could see much of her; my face covered hers and while my hands were inside her coat, he couldn’t see much. She got suddenly aware of that too. Of this cabbie casting a glance, but remained unfazed. Both of us were too horny to notice anything. Next up we saw the Cabbie adjust his mirror. That was ballsy and kind of shameless; we’d expected to get rebuked, but he seemed increasingly curious. Meanwhile, with her three buttons open, she got bolder than I’d expected. Without my nudging, she slipped her hand inside my pants, and reached for the base of the dick. The rush had made it wrestle for some freedom and movement too. And her hands feeling my pubes made me so aroused. She dug further and caught the base of my dick, pressed it sideways and ran her finger through its length, coming down and cupping my balls. I couldn’t see any of it, which I wanted to see..the sight of her beautiful wine-painted nails wrapped around the cock. Something tantalising about it. I further widened the opening of her coat. The collars now reaching over her shoulders, and I spread it further. Her cold, naked fair skin was now tellingly seen. Her head dropped back so her face wasn’t visible, but her breasts were..in full glory. I went wilder and decided to pull her bra down and pop her tits out. That coincided with the cabbie downshifting. Her legs now stretching further between the front two seats raised just a bit, brushing lightly against his white Kurta. Next time as he put his hand on the gear, he grazed her leg just a bit. May be. I kept getting wild on her breasts was unaware of anything else..even of where we reached.
All of a sudden, we saw the cab come to a halt. We looked out and noticed we were in a small alleyway. Just enough for the car to enter. He stopped the car there, but kept the engine on. Without looking back at us, he just said “Keep the show on.” We were caught off guard, and she was frantically covering her breasts. He said Please, Keep the show on. Unable to fathom what situation that we were in, we said, we’d pay him and get off the cab. To which he refused, and said he’d rather pay us if we keep going. While this was preposterous, we were drunk and extremely horny at the moment…our courage had become tenfold, and inhibitions down to zero. So I responded to it impulsively, and just held her mouth and began kissing. She responded favourably too, and I once again spread the opening of her coat wide, her chest and bra exposed. The only light that reached that alley was dim, from the moon that shone brightly that night. But her fair skin was visibly luscious. Once our inhibitions were shed, I wanted to touch the inside of her soft thighs. Her head had dropped back and I removed the last button of the coat so she could spread herself a bit freely. The cabbie didn’t once look back intently. It was all only through the rear view mirror. As we got more movement her leg raised to find space between the two seats ahead, making a stronger brush with his Kurta. She then unzipped me and removed the top button, and yanked my dick out of my boxers. She held it in her hand. A chill ran down my spine, unable to grasp what was happening, and had surrendered to just what I was feeling. She began stroking it gently and with every stroke she grew hungrier. She pulled my foreskin down and before she touched her lips, she blew some air around its tip, and touched the back of its head with the tip of her tongue. She started slow and then devoured more of it. Lips gripping it intently. The car was roomier at the back. This time her ass was facing the cabbie, as she kept blowing me. Suddenly from the back, she felt the cabbie touch the back of her thigh. I noticed it too. With my dick in her mouth, she looked up at me..giving me that look of taking notice of what happened, but I pushed her head down below..,and she kept covering more of my dick. Her dress from behind was lifted more and more, while I moaned. He felt the soft back of her thighs and kept grazing her hands up and down. He kept going further up until he reached panties. In a single tug, he forced the dress up and yanked the lacy panties down. Anyone looking over from the windshield would have loved the view. The cabbie kept touching her under thighs more hungrily now, up and down. He felt her moist lips before I did, and he brought his bearded face close to her ass. I was jealous of what he possessed. He held her waist from the side with his arm and gave her ass a spank. She was both surprised and aroused by that and with my dick in her mouth, she now cupped my balls and brought her mouth down to lick them too. I paused for a second and took my jeans down wholly. At the same time, the cabbie was going crazy on her ass from behind. I don’t think he had seen something so beautiful before in his lifetime and he touched and rubbed her like he was deprived of it all his life. With unfettered lust.
She seemed to have enjoyed the spanking and rubbing, because in a moment later, she turned around..the other way. But he stopped her. He got out of the car and entered from her end at the back seat. Her mouth now facing him. He grabbed her face and sucked on it greedily. He had a peculiar scent. He bit her lips and after cupping her face for a bit, he furiously rubbed her breasts. The door from his end wasn’t shut wholly. He undid his pajama laces and dropped them. She then reached for his dick. Her left hand raising his kurta and touching the huge bulge from the outside. As she brought his undies down, his dick, cut, started straight into her face. She wrapped both her beautiful hands around it. And rubbed it on her face, and smelled it. Her impossibly beautiful fingers on it really looked like a diamond in the rough. She kept rubbing and tugging at it with both her hands, and then opened her soft lips to give way to his dick. She let out a loud gasp initially, but slowly swallowed more and more of it, till the time she gagged it, and he turned breathless. All this while, I was stroking myself furious and fingering her with two fingers wildly. He then cupped her face again with both his hands, asked her to look up him and fucked it hard. Her eyes rolled and welled up with every thrust. But neither of them relented. When he was satisfied with that, he pulled his pajama up and asked me to step out of the car too, and come from the other side. She remained to be on her fours. We had now exchanged places. The door was open and he hauled her ass out by pulling her waist closer to him. He was standing outside the car with his kurta clenched between his teeth and her delicate waist in his grasp. He sensed that she was already dripping wet, and shoved his cock inside her. She let out a loud moan as he entered her. And he, standing, took her violently. With every thrust, her moan grew into screams, and she kept saying ‘Save me’…perhaps as a way to cope with what was happening, but every fibre of her being seemed to be enjoying it, because she kept jerking me all the same. He kept at it for a long time, and asked her to turn around just before he came. He then unloaded himself entirely on her ear and the neck. Some of it smudged on to the phases of the moon. I hadn’t come yet. He got back to his driving seat. And she was still shaking on the seat with her ass open still. AS he started the car. I heard a loud thud on my side of the seat. There was a strange, homeless man who’d placed his palm on the glass, kept looking at her, and was jerking violently. Someone did get a wonderful view from the windshield then.
She raised her hand & placed her palm from this side of the glass, tracing his. I came instantly.
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