A New York Encounter With Taxi Driver

It was a humid summer evening, and the streets of New York were bustling with activity. Amidst the chaos, a yellow taxi cab weaved its way through the traffic, its driver scanning the streets for his next fare. John, a seasoned taxi driver, had been behind the wheel for over a decade, and he had seen it all. But nothing could have prepared him for the passenger he was about to pick up.

As he approached a red light, he noticed a woman standing on the sidewalk, waving frantically to hail a cab. John pulled over, and the woman climbed into the back seat, slamming the door behind her.

“Where to, Miss?” John asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.

The woman was in her late forties, with long, wavy brown hair and piercing green eyes. She was dressed in a tight-fitting red dress that accentuated her curves, and her legs were long and toned. She gave John a seductive smile, and his heart skipped a beat.

“Take me to the Tremont Hotel,” she purred, crossing her legs.

John nodded, feeling his pulse race. He couldn’t help but steal glances at the woman in his rearview mirror as he drove through the city. She seemed to be watching him, her eyes filled with desire.

As they approached the hotel, the woman leaned forward, resting her hand on John’s shoulder.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked, her voice husky and seductive.

John swallowed hard, feeling a surge of desire coursing through his veins.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The woman smiled, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Well, in that case, perhaps I can offer you something in return,” she said, her hand trailing down John’s chest.

John felt his cock stiffen in his pants as the woman’s hand continued to explore his body. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t resist the temptation.

He pulled the cab over to the side of the road, away from prying eyes. The woman climbed into the front seat, her dress hiked up to reveal her bare thighs. John’s cock throbbed in his pants as he watched her, his heart pounding in his chest.

The woman leaned in, her lips brushing against John’s ear.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

John’s hands shook as he fumbled with his belt, freeing his cock from its confines. The woman wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly as she kissed his neck.

John groaned, his head falling back against the headrest. He had never felt such intense pleasure before. The woman’s lips found his, and she kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth.

John’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples through the fabric of her dress. The woman moaned, her body writhing with pleasure.

She pulled away from the kiss, her eyes filled with desire.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need.

John didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed her back against the seat, hiking her dress up around her waist. The woman wasn’t wearing any underwear, and John’s cock throbbed at the sight of her bare pussy.

He thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt. The woman cried out, her nails digging into John’s shoulders. He began to fuck her hard, his hips pistoning in and out of her tight, wet pussy.

The woman moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. John could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.

He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He began to rub her slowly, his fingers circling the sensitive nub. The woman’s moans grew louder, her body shaking with pleasure.

John could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with each thrust. The woman’s pussy felt like a vice around his cock, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

With a final thrust, John came hard, his cock pulsing deep inside the woman’s pussy. She cried out, her orgasm ripping through her body.

John collapsed against her, his chest heaving with exertion. The woman wrapped her arms around him, her body still trembling with pleasure.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.

John smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he knew he would never forget it.

As they pulled back onto the road, John couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had just had the most intense sexual experience of his life, and he didn’t even have to pay for it.

The woman leaned back in her seat, her eyes closed in contentment. John couldn’t help but steal one last glance at her before they reached the hotel. She was beautiful, and he knew he would never forget her.

As they pulled up to the hotel, the woman turned to John, a seductive smile on her lips.

“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

John grinned, feeling his cock stir in his pants.

“I hope so too,” he said, his voice filled with longing.

The woman climbed out of the cab, her dress hiked up around her waist. John watched her walk into the hotel, his eyes glued to her swaying hips.

He pulled away from the curb, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. He had just had the most intense sexual experience of his life, and he couldn’t wait to do it again.

As he drove through the city, John couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. He had just had the most incredible sex of his life, and he didn’t even have to pay for it. It was a win-win situation, and John knew he would never forget it.

The end.