Lana and I live in a metropolitan midwest city. Not so long ago, before the judgy rating system of Lyft and Uber, it was easy to do anonymous dirty things in the back of a cab after the bar. They waited patiently outside clubs for drunken, horny couples to make their way home.
This was an early date of ours where I discovered she was a bit of an exhibitionist.
Out one night, classic club hopping, a couple of professional 40 somethings in love. She is beautiful. Thin and elegant with platinum-colored hair and an air of someone who you don’t expect to get nasty in the back of a taxi. You know those buttoned-up executive women that float through the company not looking at you, but you know that somewhere deep inside is a woman that wants to just knock you down and take what she wants? That’s her. And she’s way out of my league.
We wobbled into the street, full of martinis, and turned on from a night of close talk. Jumped into the back of a yellow cab to make our way to the suburbs. My home was a good 15 miles from downtown, just enough time to get into trouble.
We started making out immediately as we left the city’s lights, slumped together in the backseat darkness with nothing but the occasional freeway lamp blazing up the interior of the cab. I started feeling her tits, which are small, but perfect, eventually making my way inside her pants. She stopped me with a wild-eyed look that questioned my intentions, then smiled at me while spreading her legs, inviting the groping to continue. Her pussy was so wet it was soaking her panties.
She decided to take over and reached over to unzip my pants in view of the chubby older cabbie, who, to be honest, I had forgotten about. He looked like a 65-year-old plumber and a guy who watches a lot of porn, but that’s conjecture. Lana pulled out my cock and began sucking on me in the dim light. The driver had not been very interested in us till then, just two gropers on a typical Friday night. He and I locked eyes in the rearview, a pause, and then he winked at me, giving the go-ahead for whatever we wanted to do. He was up for it, and I didn’t mind if he watched—so much communication in a slight glance.
The cabs in our city don’t have barriers in the middle; they are like typical cars with the front seats open to the back. He knew what was happening, but sadly, his view was partially obstructed by the passenger seat. He couldn’t turn around completely to get a good show.
Lana was totally lost by now, not giving a fuck who saw us. We could have been in Times Square at this point for all she cared.
Now, if I was the kind of guy able to cum from a blowie, then this might have ended with a swallow, but blowjobs just make me hornier, so I reached over and started pulling her pants off. It wasn’t easy, the back seat was small, and her jeans were tight. It was an awkward interruption. She stopped sucking me and took them off herself. Then reaching over to slip my pants down, she guided me to the middle of the seat and straddled me with a leg on either side. Her naked ass was now on full display and nearly bumping the elbow of the cabbie. She slipped onto my cock and I felt her juices dripping down my shaft and to my balls, cooling in the dark cab. I could tell she liked this scenario. She liked it a lot.
She started riding me slowly, picking up speed because we were only a few miles from home. She rode in relative silence, faster while grinding, trying to muffle her moans and too far gone to quit.
We zoomed through the burbs, people in the other cars with no idea there was intense fucking at the stoplight next to them.
I checked the cabbie and felt a bit sorry for him as he rubbed his own cock over his pants. His hand was only a few inches away from Lana’s wet pussy and could have given her a bit of finger, and she might not have cared. Part of me wanted him to, but he was a good man and content to watch and rub his own.
She came hard, giggling as we woke up out of our stupor and got dressed. We pulled up to my house and said nothing. Lana exited the cab, and I paid the driver. Wondering briefly if I should give him a tip. After all, wasn’t seeing this smoking hot naked woman in the backseat of his taxi good enough? Alas, I gave the man an extra $40 for being a good sport.
Lana straightened herself back into the prim executive woman once again. We walked inside, unaware that she had left her own tip in the form of an expensive lace thong on the floor of the darkened cab. Still moist from the ride.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mqaxtq/my_date_f_and_i_m_have_sex_in_a_taxi_while_the
She sounds amazing. I love the secret slutty exec type. So hot.