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I hailed the black cab just as the rain began to fall, heavy drops splashing on the pavement, my bag held above my head in a pointless attempt to keep my hair dry, my dress already damp. I felt the chill in the air as the driver swung around, the orange light welcoming in the bleakness of the early morning. I pulled the door shut behind me and told the driver my destination. He looked over his left shoulder, appraising me quickly before turning his attention to the road ahead, the taxi starting off before I’d had a chance to fasten my seatbelt. I decided to live dangerously. Settling back into the seat, my mind wandered back over the events of the evening. A blind date, set up by friends at work. Cocktails and dancing- his idea. I wore my favourite Chanel little black dress, my new Louboutin patent pumps and a simple choker at my neck. The evening had started well, he was polite, chatty, good looking, attentively listening to my answers as we went through that ‘getting to know you’ phase. It continued to go well Ataşehir Escort until his fourth cocktail within the hour, and his eyes began to linger on the waitresses attributes for longer periods of time. As he was happy paying, I stuck with it and ordered another Manhattan. Careful to watch my alcohol intake, I felt the minutes drag as I listened to another drunken tirade from him, finally dragging him on to the dance floor, giving me the opportunity to blow some steam of my own. After trying to pull me close to him a few times and getting a hard elbow in the ribs for his trouble, he finally seemed to get the message and left the floor. Nursing yet another cocktail and watching bleary-eyed from our table, he watched as I burned up the dance floor. I attracted a fair amount of male attention, but I just wanted to dance. I’d worn my hair up, but as I danced it fell loose, my auburn tresses flying. I lost track of the time. Looking over to where my date had been sitting, I noticed Ataşehir Escort Bayan he was nowhere to be seen. I took that as a sign there’d be no second date. I smiled inwardly. I’m not usually a bitch, but thought I could make an exception for him. I made my way over to the bar, collecting my clutch bag from behind the bar, giving the barman a tip for being a gentleman and made my way outside. The taxi weaved through the streets, the lights reflecting in the puddles, casting eerie patterns against the windows. They had steamed up. I looked in the mirror, catching the drivers eye. He looked tired, his eyes heavy. I noticed his beard had flecks of grey, his mouth small, nose aquiline. He returned his gaze to the road. The diesel engine bubbled and throbbed beneath me, the seat vibrating as he came to a stop at a set of traffic lights. I could feel the vibrations through my body, the slightly damp dress pressing against my skin. Almost without thinking, I lifted my Escort Ataşehir right hand, caressing my breasts through the fabric. My nipples stiffened, partly from the chill of the air, partly from my frustration at the evening. I closed my eyes, hand cupping my right breast, thumb gently teasing the nipple. Lost in thought, a moan escaped my lips, bringing me back to earth. I looked up, the drivers eyes on mine, then he carefully adjusted the mirror so his gaze was level with my breasts. I could see the lower half of his face, his tongue licking his lips, a half smile playing across his mouth. My hand returned to my breast, massaging the flesh and pinching at my nipple. The taxi stopped again, the red traffic light flooding the cab in it’s glow. The fat throb of the engine seemed to permeate the inside of the taxi, my body in tune with its resonance. I laid one arm along the back of the seat, my other hand ran down my stomach, across my crotch, then along my thigh. I was aware of the light turning green, the ambient light inside the taxi changing and several seconds passed before we began our journey once more. The streets at three AM were empty, the taxi crawling along, the driver’s attention not fully on his job. My dress lifted easily, my legs parted, giving him a view of the black triangle of silk covering my mound.
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