by
Smokey0282
_____ Let me start by saying that I love my job. I have met some of the most
interesting people during my stint with this gig. Not to mention all the fine ass women I've had the pleasure of
"meeting". I'm a limo driver. I have been for the last six years. I work for my brother's company here in New York. The
money's good but I feel I should be paying him sometimes instead of the other way around.
_____ Today I'm working the airport, which means I'll probably be dealing with a lot
of suits. Oh joy. I would rather do wedding parties than deal with the business folks. After an hour of waiting in the
reserve lot and drinking some of the worst coffee known to man, I finally get a call. I am to pick up a Ms. Jakes at
Terminal A and deliver her safe and sound to the Park Central Hotel. Easy enough. I put my car in gear and skid off to
the arrivals area.
_____ I cruise the lanes, looking for a lone female of the corporate variety. Not seeing
anyone that fit the mold, I get out, straighten my suit jacket and hold up my sign with "Jakes" scrawled on it. Not getting
any takers, I figure she's still picking up her luggage. I hope she's quick about it 'cuz it's hot as hell out here. I light a
cigarette and lean against the fender, drawing the cool menthol smoke deep into my lungs before exhaling smoke rings.
This is the only part I hate about my job: the infernal waiting. I watch the women in their various modes of dress exit the
terminal: businesswomen in their severely cut suits and pumps, vacationers in beachwear with their bronzed skin.
Before I could get too settled in my people watching, a petite woman signals to me from across the lanes. This must be
her. Not bad. Not bad at all. Definitely not what I was expecting. She has on one of those little skirts that barely makes it
below her asscheeks, a black silk blouse that serves only to draw attention to a perfect set of braless tits and, be still my
beating heart- black leather knee high stiletto boots! Goddamn, I love those. I watch her hips do a seductive to and fro as
she crosses the lane toward me, taking all of her in. Lovely, I think to myself, feeling that familiar tingle in my hands as I
imagine what must be under that short skirt of hers.
_____ I drop my cigarette and introduce myself, taking her carryon to load it in the
trunk. I can feel her eyes on me and turn to catch her staring. Wonder what that was all about? I open the door for her
and help her inside; my eyes follow the curve of her leather clad calf to the smooth mocha skin of her thighs. As she
slides across the leather seat, I notice she's pantyless as well as braless. Damn, I love this job! She smiles wryly and I
realize she's caught me eye-fucking her. I feel all the blood rush to my face and quickly shut the door, glad to have the
darkened glass between us for now and get behind the wheel.
_____ Through the open partition, I confirm her final destination. She asks if I would
mind making a stop before dropping her at the hotel. I tell her I would be glad to. The longer the better, I think to myself
and grin. She says she'll let me know when to stop. She asks me to leave the partition open, so we can talk along the
way. I decide to take my time driving as we don't have that far to go and I'm sensing something about this
woman
_____ We make idle chit chat as I drive: the weather, her flight, the business that
brought her here to New York, yada, yada, yada. I try to pay attention to her conversation as I watch her in the rearview:
the gentle jiggling of her breasts when she laughs, her easy smile and her smoky eyes all served to keep me glued to the
mirror. She asks if she can smoke back there. Normally, I don't allow smoking but as fine as this woman is, she could
smoke a blunt in this bitch if she wanted to. I watch her as she purses her lips around the filter and lights it, drawing
deeply. I wonder what it must be like to kiss those lips
_____ As we near Central Park, she asks me to turn in and give her a little tour. She
wants to see the Tavern on the Green. Not being one to disappoint a lady, I drive around the perimeter of the park, along
Central Park West. I turn into the taxi entrance and pull in front of the Tavern. She seems genuinely interested in my
tourist spiel of the City and the Tavern so I ask her if there's anything else she'd like to see before I drop her at her hotel.
She says there is but if I could help her find her contact. She thinks she dropped it. Right. If I had a dollar for each time
a horny woman used that tired line to get me back there with them, I would be rich. Why can't they just ask for what
they want? Don't they know I am more than happy to please them?!
_____ I waste no time parking the limo behind the Tavern and cutting the headlights. I
pop an Altoid to cover the smoke on my breath, turn on the interior light in back and get out. I can't believe my luck
sometimes. My butch ass has gotten more women driving this high-end taxi for six years than at any time in my life.
And people wonder how I could work for my brother-Ha! I open the rear door and feign interest in finding this contact
of hers. I get on my knees and close the door behind me. I run my palms over the carpet, making a good show of it.
Although I know this a ruse, I gotta keep up my end of the game, right? As I get closer to her sitting there, I can smell
the leather of her boots and some faint perfume I can't name. Again, my eyes travel the length of her legs to the point
where her smooth, brown flesh ends and the hem of her skirt begins. She parts her legs as if to allow me room to
continue my search and I'm rewarded with a view of her closely cropped cunt. Have mercy! I lick my lips
subconsciously, glancing up at her. She's smiling that same knowing grin of hers. She holds my gaze and parts her
thighs even further, planting a foot on either side of me. Now if this isn't an invitation, I don't know what is! I scoot
closer and inhale. Damn, I love that scent. Reminds of the breezes on Coney Island in spring: clean and briny. Taking a
calfskin clad ankle in each hand, I part her thighs further, allowing me a unobstructed view of her delta. I can see the
dew forming on her outer lips, mingling with her shorn hairs. I close my eyes and let my hands roam slowly up her
calves. I tickle the backs of her knees with my fingertips and feel her squirm. I lean in and lay my head on her thigh,
reveling in the softness of her skin, her scent. I lean back and look into her eyes. She has that same smug grin on her
face again, damn! I grab her forcefully by her waist, pulling her to the edge of the leather seat. She wraps her legs
around my waist, trapping me. As if I'd really try to get away, right? I can feel the heat of her pussy as I grind into her
hard, causing her to gasp. Good. Maybe I can finally wipe that stupid smirk off her face.
_____ I grab a handful or her hair at the nape of her neck and tug, exposing her jugular
to my hot mouth. I can feel her pulse beating on my tongue as I lick and suck the tender skin of her throat. I feel her
sudden intake of breath and know I'm finally getting to her. I use the tip of my tongue to taste the bend of her jawbone
around to her chin. I steer our mouths together, probing deeply her smoky maw. She responds instantly, sucking my
tongue before biting my lower lip, hard. The copper taste of blood fills my mouth. This one is a fiery bitch, huh? Likes
to play. And there's that fuckin' smirk again. Well, I can play, too.
_____ I roughly push her back against the seat and reach into my pocket for my knife.
Don't leave home without it. I grasp her delicate throat gently with one hand while opening my shank with the other.
That smile quickly fades when she sees the silver glint of the blade. Maybe now she'll be a good girl. I use the tip of the
blade to pop the buttons off her shirt one by one. She starts to protest and struggle but I can tell this excites her; her eyes
speak volumes. I lay the cold blade flat against the skin of her belly and she settles down. I continue until I remove the
last button. I close and pocket my knife and guide a hand under her blouse, tweaking her nipple between my thumb and
finger. She closes her eyes, letting her mouth fall open as she moans. Her ass grinds into the seat causing her skirt to rise
above the tops of her thighs. I slide her blouse open. Her nipples harden instantly. I replace my hand with my mouth,
swirling my tongue around each of her stiff nubs, paying equal attention to both until they're glossed over with my
saliva.
_____ I break her legs' grip to remove my blazer and unbutton my shirt, my eyes never
leaving hers. She lies back with her head against the armrest, one leg over the top of the seat, the other on the floor.
She's spread wide open for me. I lie on my stomach between her thighs. I let my nose nudge her clit before dragging the
flat of my tongue from the pucker of her ass to her clit. Just when she's getting into a rhythm, I stop. She groans her
displeasure. I know my teasing and hot breath on her clit is maddening. I taste her again, slowly perforating her slippery
inner lips with the tip my tongue. When she writhes against my face, trying to get closer, I stop again. She grabs the
back of my head with both hands, forcing my open mouth against her. She grinds against me so hard, I can't get a breath
in. Damn, she's strong.
_____ I force her legs apart and spread her lips open. I clamp my lips around her
hardened pearl, sucking flicking my tongue over it until she thrashes underneath me. Not so cocky now, is she?
_____ I wet the fingers of my free hand with my saliva and quickly insert two fingers
inside her sopping hole. Her moans turn to purrs, growls. Damn, it's burning hot inside her! I turn my hand palm up and
stroke her spot, maintaining my assault on her clit. A thin sheen of perspiration covers our skin in spite of the cranked
up air conditioning. Ahhh, she's close I can feel her muscles constricting, clamping vise-like on my churning fingers. I
increase my tempo, nipping and sucking slathering her swelling button with my tongue. Her legs wrap around my
working torso, squeezing the air from my lungs. Her body stiffens, wound tight. The spasms inside her are so profound
my pussy spasms in unison.
_____ All at once her whole frame relaxes, our heavy breathing the only sound. I place
my head on her thigh and close my eyes, listening to her breathing as she starts to calm. We lie this way for some time
before the crackle of my radio breaks the silence. My brother, looking for me to make a trip out to the Village when I
get clear. Damn, he can fuck up a wet dream literally.
_____ I straighten my clothes, doing as good a job as I can under the circumstances. I
kiss her tenderly a final time and exit, getting behind the wheel and in gear in one swift motion. I drive the few blocks to
the Park Central and pull in front. I open the door and help her out. She thanks me for an interesting ride and kisses my
cheek. Such a demure act in opposition to the lip-biting wildcat routine she displayed back in the park. She asks if she
can retain my services for her return trip to the airport in a few days. I tell her of course; I'll schedule it myself when I
get back to the office tonight. She slips a twenty in my jacket pocket and saunters through the automatic doors. I watch
that ass of hers do figure eight's, until the bellhop yells for me to move my car. Asshole. I make a mental note to wear
my trusty strap-on for her return trip, maybe give her a tour of Brooklyn before she leaves. Did I mention how much I
love my job?
THE END
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