Taxi Driver Ben

by Liz Ardwall

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WARNING: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity between consenting adults. The author does not encourage nor condone the reading of this story by anyone forbidden by law to do so. By continuing to read, you accept sole responsibility for your action.

If you consider an interracial story to be offensive, please leave now. The author doesn't want to hear about it.

Please note the following story content codes:

hetero, interracial, cons, MF adults 18 & 30

DISCLAIMER: This story is entirely a work of fiction. No resemblance to actual persons or places is intended. Descriptions of unprotected sexual acts are not intended to encourage the reader to engage in unsafe behavior.

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Laura was glad to be leaving. Three days in the brand new so-called five star resort were plenty. The lights went out frequently, the hot water was often cold, and the dining room staff didn't know what they were doing. Even though it was in a third-world African country, the reputation of the chain had always meant the real thing. Their new place just wasn't ready to open. Although her accommodations had been free, her status as a travel writer demanded she write a scathing review for her magazine.

The doorman waved to the taxi at the head of the queue, which drove to the door. Laura tipped the bellboy and the doorman. Her mood brightened when the taxi driver gave her a stunning smile. His eyes flashed, his teeth gleamed, and he appeared genuinely happy to see her. He was just a kid. Laura wondered if he was old enough to drive. Cute butt, she thought, watching the boy's khaki shorts flex above his smooth, black legs, as he loaded her bags into the trunk.

Inside, she peered over the seat at the license. Ben Ujangi, born eighteen years ago.

"To airport, Miss?" he inquired cheerfully, flashing that smile again.

"Yes, please, Ben," she responded. His smile grew even brighter when she used his name. "No hurry," she concluded. The plane wouldn't depart for another three and a half hours.

"Right, Miss," he concurred. He drove away from the hotel, maintaining the speed of the rest of the traffic.

They hadn't gone far when the bottom fell out of the dark clouds that had rather quickly formed overhead. The rain was so dense Laura could only see about ten feet beyond the front of the car. Ben drove slowly and carefully. "Don't worry, Miss. I know the road well," he reassured her, as they drove through a small stream several inches deep that was running across the road toward the beach.

They drove on through the unrelenting rain for about half an hour. Ben stopped the cab. He turned to Laura, "Miss, we can not go to airport. This much rain, the road will have flood."

Laura was concerned. "What can we do?" she asked.

"Can not go back to hotel. You remember we drove through running water? Much deeper now," he stated emphatically. His brilliant smile lit his black face again. "You stay with my mother. She rent guest room. Very nice. Very near here. OK?"

Laura doubted she had any choice. The rain was still pouring. If Ben's mother was half as nice as her son, it would probably be fine. When the rain stopped, she could rebook her flight by cell phone. "OK," she agreed.

They drove through the downpour for another five minutes. The road had become a bit bumpy, and Laura supposed they had left the highway. The rain suddenly stopped, and Laura realized they were under a carport. Sheets of water fell over the open side.

Ben jumped out and opened the left-side door for Laura. Smile gleaming, he helped her out. Ben opened a nearby door into the house and called, "Mama!" As he pulled the luggage out of the trunk, a large woman appeared, smiling cheerfully. All in the family, thought Laura.

"What is your name, Miss?" asked Ben.

Laura told him, and he introduced her to his mother in the local language. Mama beckoned to Laura to follow her into the house.

The woman led Laura to a bedroom at the end of a hallway. It was very clean, and nicely decorated. Laura tested the big double bed, and found it just right. Mama opened a door to reveal a clean bathroom with sink and shower stall. Ben appeared with her bags and informed her, "Mama want ten dollars for room and dinner and breakfast. OK?"

Laura was astounded. It was nothing, compared to the price of a room at the posh resort, and the experience would probably be much more pleasant. She opened her purse and handed the payment to Mama. Everybody smiled.

Ben and Mama walked out. "Soft chairs in parlor, but no TV. Come sit with us in kitchen when you're ready," he invited. "Mama say dinner in about two hours."

Laura went into the bathroom to freshen up. Cold running water in the sink. She saw that the stall had an electrical water heater that could make a nice shower if it worked properly. There was another door leading somewhere. She didn't see any way to lock it.

Back in her room, Laura found a simple, everyday dress in her suitcase. She changed out of her travel suit, and removed her stockings. Having noticed that Ben and Mama walked around the house barefoot, she left her shoes in the room and went out into the hallway.

Halfway along, she found the parlor. The chairs and sofa looked very comfortable. Outside the big window, the rain showed no sign of letting up. It had been beating on the roof for so long, she had stopped noticing it.

A doorway led to a room with a dining table, and beyond, she heard Ben's voice. She headed for the kitchen. Mama was stirring a big pot, and Ben was seated at a wooden table, chopping what looked like gumbo. "Come sit, Miss Laura," he called.

Laura seated herself on one side of the square table. "Mama's making goat stew," Ben informed her. "Do you like it spicy hot, Miss, or do you have white man's tongue?" he asked with a smile.

"My tongue is Italian," she told him. "Make it hot," she ordered.

Ben said something to Mama, who beamed at her approvingly. The boy reached into a drawer and pulled out a knife, which he extended to Laura, along with a small bunch of carrots. "You want to help, Miss?" he asked.

"Sure," answered Laura, accepting the knife and vegetables with a smile. She chopped off the end of a carrot, and carefully cut it in half, lengthwise. She would slice it the way her own mother always did for stew. She divided each half again, lengthwise, and then cut the four sections in thirds. She pushed the pieces into a pile, and noticed Ben and Mama were watching her curiously. Mama nodded approvingly, and Ben produced his winning smile.

As Laura chopped another carrot, she felt Ben's warm leg move to rest against her shin. She looked at him, and he looked into her eyes. Laura matched his gaze, and smiled. Ben beamed, and moved his leg up and down her shin.

This boy was being more than friendly, she thought. He was acting seductive. Laura knew she looked pretty good at thirty one, but she'd never thought about robbing the cradle before. Ben was just a kid. But he was a cute kid, and he had a great smile and a lot of charm. Laura decided to see what would develop. She was prepared - the pill kept her ready for whatever might come her way.

Laura inquired about the rest of Ben's family. Father had been struck by a car while unloading bags from his cab, over a year ago. Ben had worked at his job as a fare collector on a bus until he was old enough to get a taxi license. There were two older sisters who were married and lived in the city.

Papa had suggested the rented room several years ago, after the girls moved out. It rained a lot here, and people were spending the night sleeping in his cab, waiting for the road to open to the airport. Mama could make a living from the occasional visitor.

Laura was pleased to hear that private enterprise was alive and well in this part of the world. When they asked about her own life, she said she loved to travel so much that her romantic life had suffered, and she was happily single and not looking. Ben relayed Mama's advice to get married while she could still have children. Laura smiled.

After they had talked for a while, the stew pot was emitting delicious aromas. A fresh loaf of bread was baking in the oven. Ben and Laura went to set the dining room table. Laura would place a plate, and Ben would stand very close behind her to reach around and place the tableware. After the third setting, Laura wiggled her butt against him. She turned to find the biggest smile yet, and grinned in return as she escaped toward the kitchen.

Mama pulled the hot bread out of the oven, cut it in half, and placed it in a basket with a napkin. She began ladling stew into a big bowl. They moved into the dining room and sat down, Mama at one end, and Laura and Ben across from each other. As they ate, Laura saw Ben watching her and smiling. She thought he looked like a happy puppy.

After dinner, they went into the parlor and talked some more. Mama took her place in a big, comfortable chair. Ben had maneuvered Laura onto the two-cushion sofa, where they sat together, shoulders, hips, and legs touching. Ben's hand rested on Laura's covered leg, and Laura's cupped Ben's bare thigh. Mama pretended not to notice.

Around eight thirty, they agreed to retire. Ben relayed that Mama hoped Laura would have a very pleasant night. Laura said she would take a shower and go to bed. Ben smiled, and wished her good night.

Laura removed her clothing, and walked into the bathroom. As she looked into the shower stall, trying to figure out how to start the hot water, the other door opened. Ben stood there, dark, handsome, and naked. Laura looked at his long, black cock, hanging down along his thigh.

"You are very beautiful, Miss," observed Ben. "I thought you might like some help with the shower," he said, displaying a heart melting smile.

Laura's heart melted, and her pussy twitched. She watched with fascination as Ben's prick stretched and lifted away from his leg, through horizontal, until it stood upright, nearly touching his belly button. Eight inches or so, she estimated. Laura reached forward to take Ben's hand and draw him into the room. "Close the door," she said, smiling.

Laura thought Ben's face would break, his smile stretched so wide. He reached into the stall and adjusted some knobs. Water began to flow, and he stepped out and reached to test the temperature. Laura held his waist and caressed his hip. After a while, Ben led her into the shower.

As water covered their bodies, Ben produced a bar of soap. It smelled sweet, like flowers, and felt good on her skin. It felt even better when Ben moved behind her, long cock nestled in her ass crack and stretching to bump the small of her back, and soaped her breasts.

Ben moved around in front. His smooth, slick chest rubbed against her breasts as his hard prick rubbed her belly. They soaped each other's back, slowly and sensuously. Laura looked into Ben's eyes, and their wet lips met. Their tongues played joyfully, as they held each other close and rubbed their slippery bodies together.

They stepped apart and rinsed the soap from their flesh, hands roaming over each other. The water stopped, and they stepped out of the stall. Ben found a soft, fluffy towel and tenderly dried Laura's body, making her skin tingle all over. She took the towel and reluctantly dried Ben's beautiful, glistening black skin. She tenderly wrapped the towel around his erect organ and patted it dry. As she knelt to dry his legs, her tongue flicked over the smooth knob of his cock. Ben pulled her up, and walked her into the bedroom.

They threw the bedspread onto the floor, and pulled the blanket over the foot of the bed. Ben, surprisingly strong, picked Laura up and laid her in the middle of the flower-patterned sheet.

He crawled onto the bed beside her, covering her breast with his firm chest; his right hand found her other breast and caressed it gently. Their lips met in a kiss that warmed in intensity from tender to passionate.

Ben's knee rested between Laura's legs; she could feel his hard shaft pressing along her thigh. Eager to join with her young lover, her hands urged his body to climb above her.

He raised himself to his hands and moved between her knees. Laura spread her legs wide to accommodate him. She watched as he lowered his groin, bringing the head of his long, black cock to touch the lips of her wet slit.

Laura moved the firm plum of his pole along her opening, grunting and shuddering when it bumped her clit, moaning when she stirred it around her hole. When she could resist him no more, she raised her hips; an answering nudge from Ben thrust his knob inside her.

Laura looked up at Ben's smiling face. Then they watched together, as he drove the full length of his dark shaft down between her creamy thighs. Laura wrapped her arms and legs around her lover, savoring the feeling of his strong, young manhood within her.

Ben lowered himself to his elbows and pressed his firm chest against Laura's sensitive nipples. They kissed hungrily, while Laura's tight, slippery channel gripped Ben's long cock as it moved in and out.

Laura responded when Ben stirred his hard shaft within her; he returned to those angles that made her moan with bliss. Together, they stoked the fires in their loins, until Laura was pulling herself to meet Ben's stronger, faster thrusts. She cried aloud when ecstasy overcame her, and she felt Ben's organ throb with each pulse of his African seed gushing deep inside her.

Their breathing slowed, and they relaxed together. Ben rolled to his side, keeping Laura's groin tight against him. Their faces next to each other on the single pillow, they kissed gently until they drifted into sleep.

Sometime in the night, Laura awakened. Ben's soft organ had withdrawn from her, and rested along her thigh. His arm wrapped across her belly.

She felt the call of nature, and tried to gently disentangle herself. Ben's eyes opened; when Laura explained her mission, the boy scrambled nimbly out of the bed and helped Laura stand. Then, he led her by the hand - not to the bathroom, but to the back door.

They went out and crossed the lawn. The rain was falling gently, plinking little droplets against their skin. Laura squatted and watered the grass, while beside her, Ben's stream splashed onto a bush.

They smiled at each other, and walked toward the house. In the middle of the yard, Ben stopped her, and gently lowered Laura onto a cool, dewy nest of grass. He dropped above her, shielding her from the soft rain.

Laura opened her legs, and Ben guided himself into her opening. Laura sighed, as she watched his dark spear slide into her once more. He lowered his body upon his mate and smiled. Laura licked a drop of water from his nose.

Ben's firm hands massaged her breasts, as he pumped the length of his shaft in and out. Laura felt the primitive strength of her young lover, as he took her beneath the open, African sky. Her hips lifted to meet his thrusts; her hands caressed his rain-slick back. His cock drove deep inside her, then pulled back and plunged again.

With a sudden clap of thunder, the rain fell faster. Lightning flashed in the dark sky. Ben smiled at Laura's look of alarm. He grasped her shoulders, and quickened the pace of his strokes. As the water ran over their bodies, Ben's belly slapped wetly against Laura with each thrust.

Ben's head still shielded Laura's face; they could see each other's eyes, could read the wild urgency to conquer the elements. Ben's thrusts were long and deep; Laura felt her excitement rising. It seemed they were like Adam and Eve, striving in a primitive world to bring forth new life into chaos. Thunder crashed; they pulled their bodies and lips together, as Ben's long shaft stoked Laura's furnace.

She gave herself to the strength of her young mate. Fire spread through her groin; Laura shuddered and thrashed in her climax. Deep within her, she felt the Ben's throbbing hose pump his seed into her womb. Overcome with pleasure, they collapsed limply, and rested under the falling rain.

They lay together only a moment, before Ben pulled free and helped Laura rise. She quickly moved her soft hands to wash her juices from his prick, while he brushed his palm over her groin. Then, laughing, they ran into the shelter of the house. Ben found a towel near the entry, and they dried each other. They embraced, sharing a happy, contented kiss; then Ben led them back to the bedroom.

They crawled onto the bed together, and lay wrapped in each other's arms. Their faces rested together on the pillow; their lips nibbled tenderly until they fell asleep.

The sun was just rising when Laura awakened; outside the window, the sky appeared bright and blue. Birds were singing a cheerful greeting to the morning. She lay wrapped in the strong, warm arms of Ben, who was sleeping with a smile on his handsome, young face.

Laura pried herself away from him, and reached for the cell phone she'd placed on the bedside table. The airline confirmed that they'd rebooked her on their eleven o'clock flight.

She rolled back to Ben, and saw his warm, brown eyes twinkling. He reached for her, and asked, "Do we have time?"

"Oh, yes, Ben," she purred. "Plenty of time. Make love to me slowly, Ben."

"Yes, sweet Laura," he said. "I like that."

He rolled on top of her, and Laura opened her legs to bring him into her still slippery opening. He rested on his elbows as Laura guided his hard length inside once more.

Ben's chest moved gently over Laura's sensitive breasts, and they kissed languorously; he stroked slowly, raising their temperature bit by bit, as they savored each other's feel.

They might have gone on all morning, but the clatter of pans somewhere in the house brought them down from their cloud. Ben began to move faster; Laura moaned, and gripped him tightly. Like marathoners approaching the finish, Ben led their sprint to a climax that left them breathless and limp.

They played together in a leisurely shower, and then dried each other and separated. Laura fixed her hair and face, and dressed herself and closed her suitcase. Once again a modern business woman, she made her way to the kitchen.

After a delicious breakfast, Laura bid goodbye to Mama, and rode with Ben along the drying roads to the airport. Much of the way, she thought about telling him to turn around - but her editor had already flown over to London to meet her tomorrow.

Ben parked at the curb, and handed the luggage off to a porter, whom Laura tipped to take to the check-in for her flight.

Ben took Laura's hands in his. "I hope I will see you again, sweet Laura," he said.

Laura smiled. "I hope so, too, sweet Ben. Very much."

Ben moved his dark face to Laura's and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then he went to get into his taxi. Laura waved, and walked toward the entrance.

A florid, heavy-set man in a business suit blocked her path. "That black man kissed you," he said accusingly.

Laura looked at him; she marveled that there were still such people in the world.

She licked her finger and pressed it to the man's lips.

"There, now," she said. "He's kissed you, too."

Laura lifted her nose in the air, and strode away into the terminal.

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