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"The Cabbie"
by RC
It had been a very long, boring day. I was in an unfamiliar city,
working with people I'd never met, discussing things we weren't sure were
going to happen. And this was going to last the whole week. Sighing, I
stood outside the building, waiting for the cab to come take me to my
hotel.
I was not looking forward to the rest of the week.
Finally, the cab from the company I had called pulled up in front. I
was kind of surprised to notice the driver was a young woman, I doubt she
was in her thirties. She saw me and leaned over, calling through the
window.
"Potter?"
"Yes." Thankfully, I climbed into the back seat, dropping my heavy
briefcase onto the seat beside me. A large notice told me to fasten my
seat belt. Another warned me not to smoke. A third informed me that the
young woman was indeed a licensed cab driver. I leaned back and tried to
rest. Cab rides always scared me. The heavy wire grating separating the
front seat from the rear reminded me I was no longer in my nice small home
town.
"Where to?" the girl asked. I gave her the name of the hotel, and we
were on our way.
Like all cab drivers, she talked a lot. Unlike most cab drivers, she
talked about me. Or, more precisely, asked about me. Where I was from,
what I was doing in town, how long I'd be here, that sort of thing. I
answered her questions automatically, not really listening to her, gazing
out the window at the tall buildings.
She began saying how nice it must be to be able to go back to my hotel
room and relax, mentioning that she had been told the hotel I was at had a
very nice hot tub. I closed my eyes and smiled, imaging myself sinking
into the hot bubbling water. I sighed and opened my eyes, and I noticed
her eyes darting quickly away from the mirror.
She said her name was Gloria. I had known that from her license, but
I gave her my first name just to be polite. Then she mentioned there was
also a massuese always on duty at the hotel, and I should think about
getting a massage before I left town. She said massages helped her after a
long day of cab driving. Once again, I noticed she was constantly glancing
at me in the mirror.
I said I would think about it, and went back to gazing out the window
as I thought of my muscles relaxing under a massuese's talented hands.
Then I thought of the hot tub again, and wondered what the one-two
combination would be like. Unconsciously, I closed my eyes and smiled.
She began talking again, about hot tubs and massages and relaxing
after a hard day's work. Sitting there in the back seat as the cab swayed
back and forth, picturing myself relaxing in a hot tub, getting a massage,
listening to her steadily droning voice, I seemed to slip into a bit of a
dream world. I could almost feel the hot water against my body, I could
almost feel the warm, aromatic massage oil being poured over me. I could
feel the massuese kneading my tired muscles, relaxing me even more. The
cab driver's voice droned on, but I really wasn't paying attention to her.
Then I started picturing my hotel room, the large bed, the soft sheets
against my skin. So nice to go back to the room after a nice massage and
drift off to sleep in a nice comfortable bed. For some reason I thought
of my room number, and was dimly aware that I was quietly murmurring it out
loud. Then I was back in the hot tub, sinking deeper and deeper into the
hot, soothing water, feeling it pulsing against my nude body, feeling it
driving away all the tensions, all the cares of the day. Then I was lying
naked on a massage table as soft, strong hands expertly smoothed away
every last bit of remaining tension. I lay there, limp, smiling dreamily.
Someone was softly calling my name. I blinked, and looked around,
puzzled. Where was I?
The cab was stopped in front of my hotel. I took a deep breath and
exhaled, feeling absolutely wonderful. With a bounce in my step, I got out
of the cab and paid Gloria the driver. I was already planning on making an
appointment for a massage as soon as I got to the front desk. I gave
Gloria a very large tip for some reason, but it just seemed so - suitable.
Before she pulled away, she smiled at me.
"See you later", she said as she drove off.
As I made my massage appointment, I wondered what she had had meant.
I soaked in the hot tub for a long, long time, my nose barely above
the steaming water. Oh, this felt so good. Finally, I reluctantly climbed
out and dried myself off, wrapping myself in the towel and going into the
massage room where the woman was expecting me. Just as I had dreamed, I
lay there, totally limp, luxuriating in the total relaxation. The hour
went by far too quickly, and I almost floated back to my room. I didn't
notice a woman in the lobby watching me get on the elevator.
I got ready for bed and sat on the bed looking through the TV guide. I
really felt wonderful, and it seemed a shame to waste this fantastic
feeling on watching TV.
There was a knock at the door.
Surprised, curious, I peered through the little peephole.
Gloria the cab driver stood there.
Dumbfounded, not really knowing why, I opened the door.
"Hello, Beth", she said softly.
"...Gloria...I didn't really expect...." She cut me off.
"I hope you enjoyed your massage, Beth. And the hot tub, too. Wasn't
it just great to close your eyes and sink into the water, to feel her hands
on your body, to feel yourself relaxing totally? You are still relaxed,
aren't you, Beth? Yes, you know you are. You still feel so relaxed, so
calm, so peaceful. So relaxed, Beth. And deep down, you want it to
continue."
She was staring into my eyes. I felt so strange, almost as if she was
reading my mind. No, more that reading it. Prodding it, coaxing it in the
direction she wanted it to go. But she was right, I really did still feel
very relaxed, and I did want for it to continue. Very much so. Without
knowing what else to do, I just stood there.
"Deep down, Beth. Think deep down. Deeper and deeper. Think so
deep. So deep, Beth. Deeper and deeper. Think about relaxing, think about
sinking deeper and deeper into relaxation. You have experienced it before,
you know you enjoy the sensations of relaxation, you want to allow it to
happen. You know you want to relax, you know that nothing can change that
desire. Nothing can change that desire. Nothing can prevent it. Nothing
can prevent you from relaxing even more. Deeper and deeper. So deep into
relaxation. Nothing can prevent it. Nothing will prevent it. Nothing
will prevent you from sinking deeper and deeper into total relaxtion,
Beth."
There was a faint ringing sound in my ears. I felt dreamy, drowsy,
kind of like I had in the cab, but more so. Her eyes hovered in front of
me, dark, deep, drifting gently in the air before me. I stood silent,
unmoving, staring back at her as she spoke.
"Deeper and deeper. Total relaxtion. Allow it to happen. You want
it to happen. You know it will happen. Nothing can prevent it. Nothing
will prevent it. It will happen, Beth. You will sink deeper and deeper
into relaxtion, letting yourself go, letting yourself go totally. It is
happening. It is happening even now. You can feel it, Beth. You can feel
yourself letting go more and more, sinking deeper and deeper into total
relaxation."
"Do you feel this happening right now, Beth?" There was a silence, the
ringing in my ears seeming to drown out all other sounds but Gloria's soft
voice. This was remarkable. I was standing there, staring at her, and yet
I felt so comfortable, so calm. Her eyes floated in front of me, pulling
me down into them. Deeper and deeper. I wanted so much to let it happen.
I really could feel it happening.
"Yes", I said thickly.
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"Yes, Beth, you feel it, you cannot resist it, you want to let it
happen, to let go of yourself altogether. Let go of yourself. Tell
yourself you are letting go, sinking deeper and deeper into relaxation."
She continued, her voice a gentle breeze, as I slowly repeated to
myself that I was indeed letting go, that I was indeed sinking deeper.
Deeper.
"You may relax even more deeply on the bed, Beth. You have dreamed
about the bed before, how warm it is, how comfortable. How soft the sheets
feel against your skin. You can feel that, Beth. Feel it. Very slowly,
very gently, I will help you. Allow your body to respond to my guidance,
Beth. I will guide you, I will help you sink deeper and deeper into
relaxation. Now, Beth, very slowly, very easily, I will guide you to that
soft, inviting bed."
I felt something against my arm, a feeling of gentle pressure. My
feet moved of their own accord, and, still gazing into Gloria's eyes, I
slowly walked backwards to the bed.
"Very good, Beth, very good. You feel so relaxed, so at ease. No
worries, no cares. Nothing can bother you now. Nothing will disturb you.
You are free, Beth. Free to sink deeper and deeper, to allow me to guide
you. You cannot change what is happening, you cannot resist these pleasant
sensations, your body desires so much more, so much more pleasure. And
now, Beth, you may remove your nightgown so that you may more fully
experience the pleasure of the soft sheets against your skin."
That made perfect sense. Everything she said made sense. My eyes
still locked helplessly on hers, I haltingly removed my nightgown, not even
caring that I was now completely nude before her. I stood there basking in
the warm glow of pleasure which seemed to enwrap my entire body.
"Your skin looks so soft, Beth. So soft. So smooth. Allow yourself
to enjoy the sensations of your soft hands against your soft skin, Beth.
Allow your hands to gently caress your body, being aware of each tender
touch, of the pleasant sensations of your hands against your flesh."
My hands twitched. I gazed into Gloria's eyes as my hands slowly
moved, my palms brushing lightly over my abdomen, my sides, my hips, back
around and across my buttocks. I felt no embarassment, no sense of shame.
I really didn't seem to care that Gloria was right there watching me touch
my own body. It felt so good. Every nerve in my body tingled as my hands
slid smoothly over my soft skin.
"So good, Beth. So good. So much pleasure. You can't prevent the
pleasure from building, Beth. You can't resist the growing desire for more
pleasure, for deeper relaxation. Don't resist, Beth. Give in to your
desire. Let yourself go. Deeper and deeper."
I knew what I was doing. I knew I was standing in front of my cab
driver, nude, caressing my body. Now I was even gently massaging my
breasts, without any trace of embarassment. I couldn't resist the desire.
I really did want to let go. Deeper and deeper.
"Sit down, Beth." Slowly, I sank to the bed. She knelt before me,
still holding my unwavering gaze with those deep, deep eyes. "Your body
looks so soft, Beth. So soft. You feel your hands against your flesh, you
feel the pleasure building. You cannot resist the pleasure. Let go, Beth.
Let go."
I was aware of Gloria's hands moving, of gentle pressure on my thighs
as she parted my heavy, limp legs. With her eyes still fixed upon mine,
she leaned closer and closer until I was looking down at her, my hands
still caressing my breasts. I was acutely aware of my erect nipples, of
the slowly building fire within me. Every contact between my hands and my
body was registered instantly, intensely, deep within my mind.
I was aware that Gloria seemed to be sticking her tongue out. I was
aware of a sudden searing pleasure that burst from my somehow-inflamed
pussy. Staring helplessly into Gloria's eyes, I moaned as my body shook.
"Feel it, Beth", she whispered. Spellbound by her eyes, the intense
sensations ricochetting throughout my body met no resistance at all. Let
go.
Of everything.
I moaned louder.
The feeling of something against my clit grew stronger.
I moaned even louder, my hands squeezing my breasts firmly.
A whispered voice from a thousand miles away. "Feel it."
I was shuddering constantly now as my body succumbed completely to the
pleasure. Her eyes, staring at me from a forest of pubic hair. My hands,
kneading my breasts. My hard nipples between my fingers. Her tongue
against my pulsating clit.
"Close your eyes and lie back now, Beth."
My eyes closed instantly and the world became one in which there was
only the sense of touch. Each and every nerve in my body responded to
Gloria's attention, to my own hands. Shuddering, moaning, I surrendered to
total passion that never ended.
Gloria's soft voice from far away. "...now, wide awake."
I opened my eyes. I was in bed. Nude. Gloria the cab driver lay
beside me, nude, smiling gently at me. Blinking, I tried to recall how
this situation had come about.
I took a deep breath. I felt absolutely fantastic. My body seemed as
refreshed and relaxed as if I had just gotten a - massage?
She stared at me, her eyes shining.
Her eyes.
"How do you feel, Beth?"
Her voice.
I stirred, sending one last ripple of ecstacy up my spine. Her arm
lay across my stomach.
Her touch.
I reached for her hand, my own hand gliding smoothly across my skin.
My touch.
I smiled.
"Relaxed", I whispered as I reached for her.
*** THE END ***
RC
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"The Cabbie"
by RC
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