("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Cabbie by RC (address withheld) *** A tired female executive takes a cab ride in a strange town only to find that there are many ways to find relaxation and rejuvenation. (FF, 1st-lesbian-expr) *** It had been a very long, boring day. I was a woman in a man's world, in an unfamiliar city, working with people I'd never met before, 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 yet. 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 staying 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 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 masseuse 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 masseuse'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 masseuse 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 murmuring 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 relaxation, 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 relaxation. 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 relaxation, 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 guess so," 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 embarrassment, 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 embarrassment. 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 ricocheting 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 ecstasy 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. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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