Couples Erotica, Sexy First Time in a Cab
The Encore, by Olivia London
They were standing under the marquee, trying to decide what to do next.
"We can go to a party where there’s sure to be some good blow."
"Then we’ll have to decide what to do after the party."
"Good point," Matt said, letting his gaze drop to Sheila’s cleavage before boomeranging back up to the sultry woman’s big, green eyes. "That’s why I fell for you over all the other girls in the department. You’re a wonderful expediter."
"Well, expedite this, handsome."
Sheila pulled her date under the awning, insisting on a warm, wet kiss. Matt lovingly obliged, as his hands rapidly sped over the contours of her statuesque body.
The street was almost deserted. No one goes to the theatre anymore, Matt thought, letting his chagrin slide just long enough to appreciate the amorous possibilities. He noticed an empty cab parked near the curb.
"I’ve always wanted to fuck a pretty woman in a cab," the sexy salesman confessed. He tried one of the doors and found the driver curled up in the back seat, taking a nap. Startled, the poor guy held his hands up.
"Hey, man. I’m not going to rob you or anything. In fact, I’ll pay you to take a hike. My girlfriend and I just want to talk. We’ve reached that stage in our relationship, you know. We really need to talk."
The driver, wary at first, consented when he saw the greenbacks, saying he needed a cup of coffee anyway.
"This is crazy," Sheila said, nestling into the back seat, still warm from the driver’s snoozing torso.
"Someone could have peed in here."
"Nah, it’s clean. Besides, you’ll be licking me, not the fake leather interior."
Matt shut the passenger door and immediately unzipped his trousers. His cock was more than ready for its close-up.
"You think because I’ve been staring at your crotch all night, I want to suck you off," Sheila said, as her head dropped like a net surrounding the penis in question. Matt caressed his lover’s crown of curls with one hand while letting his other hand roam across the young woman’s back.
"Oh, baby, you’re good. You’re so good." Matt’s voice tumbled into Sheila’s ear as her lips parted over the head before circling his shaft. When she sucked him down deep into her throat and grazed his pubic hair with what was left of her lipstick, Matt released an agonized groan of pleasure. Her tongue moved as gracefully as an Olympic skater going for the gold.
Finally, when he could feel his splooge thrumming toward its inevitable trajectory, Matt reluctantly guided his date away from his groin.
"Lean back," he murmured.
"Here? What if someone??"
"I don’t care." All Matt cared about at the moment was fulfilling a lifelong fantasy. He pulled up Sheila’s skirt until it was level with her chest. He parted her soft thighs and saw a moon of wetness on the cotton shielding her pussy. The thong she was wearing was flimsier than a paper napkin and disintegrated with one muscular tug.
The head of his cock kissed her clit and in a moment he could tell how ready she was. She was so wet for him, already welcoming his phantom thrusts.
"You want this as much as I do," he breathed, as he hiked Sheila’s legs up to a V and descended into a fit of passion. Her cunt was so warm on this cold, dark night. Once inside, he wanted to stay there forever. When Sheila wrapped her legs around the small of her boyfriend’s back, her pussy contorted into an even smaller measuring cup; Matt’s angling thrusts became more ambitious, more shockingly desperate.
The rhythm of their fucking was making the car shimmy. When Matt came, he felt as though he were releasing his spunk down all the streets of Manhattan and damn, but it was great to be alive and screwing a gorgeous girl.
Matt used his date’s thong to wipe the chilled sweat from her brow and helped her rearrange her skirt. They got out of the cab and walked hand-in-hand into the promise of night. They decided to make that party after all. Maybe there’d even be a little blow.
Originally published August 2009
