Cabbie

by Joanne

These days, there is a demand for female taxi drivers. Women feel safer with a woman driver and so I had no trouble getting my cabbie licence. I had been a delivery driver and a bus driver in the past and knew the streets of London like the back of my hand.

I am fifty years old, this year. I am a mother and a grandmother and a size 18. No slip of a girl then. Everything that once turned heads is now more likely to turn stomachs. It is therefore a blessing that I have never been very keen on sex. My husband was never very good at it. I always had to finish myself off by hand. He would do his best for three or four minutes and then roll over and go to sleep. I would be left high and dry desperate to orgasm. He would be snoring as I gasped through my self administered climax. He never knew it, but I would fake it just to finish him off, so that I could get to the main event more quickly. Now at fifty five he hardly ever bothers me at all. My dildo is my lover and my best friend. It never lets me down and it doesn't fart.

The taxi firm worked me into the job on the day shift, allowing me to get used to the conditions in daylight. After a month of this I was switched to the night shift, which is where female drivers are in most demand. It was my first shift. I was positioned in the centre of town ready to be hailed by girls or for a call over the radio. I wasn't on duty long before four very pretty but very drunken girls in their mid twenties staggered towards my cab, with its big, bright pink 'lady driver' stickers on each side. I felt a sudden flutter of excitement.

They piled into the back and sprawled all over the seats. Women would rather die rather than show their panties when they are sober, a skill developed in their early teens, but the same women pissed out of their minds, thought nothing of spreading their legs. Showing off their thongs, some of which had slipped out of position and showed off their pussies in all their glory. They felt secure in my cab, but I was shocked at myself. It was my own reaction that shocked me. My pussy was wringing wet at the sight of them. I dropped them off at the hotel they had asked for, I took the money and drove off. I was in an advanced state of arousal. I needed my climax. I turned off the road into a back ally, turned off the lights and frigged myself to full explosive orgasm. The best that I have ever had. I was shocked at the effect that these women had on me. I had never had lesbian feelings before. I put it down to a general lack of sex.

I couldn't help myself. I would drive with one eye on the road and one eye on the mirror, desperate for the briefest flash of panties. Mostly it was just as they got in. Once seated most passengers adjusted their dress and crossed their legs to prevent the merest glimpse. I was there as they went out, dressed to kill, out for fun, perfectly dressed, beautifully made up and neatly groomed. I was also there as they returned, pissed out their heads, all inhibitions gone. giggling, staggering, flashing tits, bums and panties. I would be aching with desire and dripping wet until I was able to park up and finish myself off, screaming through my orgasm where nobody could hear me. I was back into the centre of town, collecting females and ferrying them to all point of the compass to their homes in suburbia, and then back again, several times. Pausing each time, as I needed to attend to myself and ravish my pussy.

It was the end of my shift, dawn was breaking. The morning rush hour was still hours away. The streets had a calmness not available at any other time of day. I had not had a fare for some time and I was dosing watching the dashboard clock move slowly towards the end of my shift. I was parked on a corner where I could look both ways up and down a deserted city street. I watched as two women in their early twenties almost fell out of an apartment building. They staggered about on their high heels. They had the remains of balloons floating from where they were tethered to the girls clothes. There was no sign of any of the other party goers.

The diesel clattered in protest as I started it and cruised up beside the girls. When they saw the sign on my door and when they saw me at the wheel they smiled at their luck and staggered up to the rear door. One was clearly more drunk than the other and was all but being carried her sober friend. Still holding up her friend, the sober one managed to open the door. The drunken one fell into the cab exposing the whole of her scarlet red thong. They somehow managed to get themselves into the back. “Men are bashterds,” slurred the more sober one. I couldn't disagree, though I didn't know or care what she was talking about. I just said, “Where to babe?”

She slurred out the district and I set off in that direction. The drunken one was fast asleep sprawled half on and half off the rear seat. Her friend had tried to cover her up, but all she could manage was to pull the hem of her dress down, covering her crotch. She was lay on the rest of the dress preventing her friend from covering more of her. I was wet, I had seen enough to know that the girl shaved or waxed. That thought kept my pussy tingling and my panties wet as I tried to concentrate on driving.

The sober one switched from sitting next to her friend to sitting on the rearward facing seat, back to back with me. This meant that her friend slumped over onto her side, showing her pussy again, but it also meant that the sober one could give me directions to her home. When I pulled up outside she got out, leaving her friend still sprawled out on the back seat. She gave me a fifty pound note and an envelope. She had written an address on it with eyeliner pencil. “Will you take her home?” she asked, the slur had now completely gone from her speech. The journey had sobered her somewhat. I looked over my shoulder at the heap of humanity on the back seat. “OK,” I said.

The address on the envelope was a well to do area outside the city, well out into leafy Cheshire. It was broad daylight when we arrived at the girls home. It was a huge house on a lane all of its own and protected by huge iron gates. I sounded the horn to try to attract attention, but to no avail. I turned off the engine and a sudden silence descended. I looked for a intercom, but there wasn't one.

I got into the back of the cab with the intention of waking the girl, but I was immediately overtaken by her perfume. She was lay with her pussy only just covered by the flimsy thong. The tingles in my pussy became very intense. “Just one little kiss,” I thought to myself, “she will never know.” I kissed the gusset of her thong. The odour of her was just too much. I slipped the thong to one side and kissed the warm, smooth, silky pussy. I probed her slit, licking it up and down, tasting her, smelling her. I found her clit and sucked at it. She responded and groaned. She lifted her hips to receive my attentions. She gasped out loud. I was suddenly afraid that she would scream, but instead she grabbed my hair and pulled me in. Her back was arched over the fob of the seat as I fucked her with my tongue. Her pussy throbbed and her thighs quivered as she thrust her hips against me.

That was when the door suddenly opened and a youthful voice said, disapprovingly, “Julie! What are you doing?” I turned. I was shocked to hear a voice. My face glistened with the girls juices. The intruder looked down her nose as if she was looking at something very unpleasant.

Standing there with one hand on the door and the other on her hip, was a girl of about thirteen. “Help me to get her in,” she said to me as if she was talking to a servant. I was more shocked than she apparently was. She waved my stuttering apology away with her hand, and just barked out an order, “Come along, follow me.”

The gates were now open and she was striding along the driveway waving me to follow. I got back into my cab and drove slowly up behind her. The house was enormous with dozens of windows reflecting the early morning sunshine. There was no one else around. She helped as I half carried and half dragged the sleeping Julie into the house. I dropped her onto a soft white leather sofa and collapsed onto another similar sofa set at right angles. “Do you want me to get her up stairs for you?” I asked.

“Don't be silly,” she said, “I am not going to waste this.” I looked at her. She returned my stare with unblinking steely blue eyes. “What do you mean?” I asked. “My dear woman,” she said “I have spent the last three years at one England's most expensive all girls boarding schools. I have developed a taste for pussy. I have never seen my sister naked let alone tasted her pussy. This chance may never come again, and let my remind you that you are in no position to object.”

“What about your parents?” I asked. She shrugged. “One parent. Singular,” she said, “Since my dad died and left his fortune to that slut of a step mother. I have been stuck in one school after another. While she fucks any and every toy boy that comes into range. She will be in her rooms with one or more of them right now. Julie, the lovely Julie would not give me the time of day normally and only has eyes for her girlfriend Gerry. They are mostly out on the town together. When they are here, they are all over each other. It is sickening.”

“I don't think we should touch her.” I pleaded. “Her friend pretty well sobered up on the way home. Julie hasn't stirred at all. I don't think she is drunk. I think she has been drugged.” “Better still,” the girl said. “No,” I went on, “I remember now, her friend was cursing men when she was dragging Julie out of the apartment where I picked them up.” The girl licked her lips theatrically, “All the better to fuck her,” she said, and then with a flash of anger, “and anyway it didn't stop you.”

She knelt down and spread her sister's legs. “Look at that,” she said. I looked, I couldn't help but look. I wasn't proud of myself. Julie's pussy was on display. The soft smoothness. The pink of her flaps, and when the girl spread them for me, I could see her glistening clitoris and her gaping cunt. My mouth went dry and my pussy wept and my pulse rate went off the gauge. “We shouldn't,” I said in a dry, hoarse and very unconvincing voice. It was then that Julie face cracked into a smile. Her beautiful even white teeth exposed for the first time. The smile turned to a chuckle. “I can't keep it up any more,” she said, “I came round in the cab. I thought you knew when I couldn't keep still.”

My mouth gaped open as she went on, “There were lots of horny guys at that party. Something did go into my drink. I just felt dizzy and then lost it. Gerry must have got me out of there.” A small degree of composure returned to me, “She did.” I said, “ She got you into my cab and paid me to get you here.” “I see” she said, “but not before you fucked me, in the cab,” she teased. “Sorry about that,” I said lamely.

“Well come girls,” she said, “You have got me interested. Let me see what you have got. Get your kit off. Come on girls, fuck me.” She was smiling her lovely smile. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She made rapid licking movements with it. An invitation to fuck.

The girl stripped off the jeans and top she was wearing. Her young nipples stood out and were straining against the white mess of her bra. Her white thong had a growing grey patch betraying her wetness. The shadow of her dark minge showing through. She was tall for her age with long dark hair that fell over her shoulders. She stood with the straight backed posture of a girl sure of her status or certain of her beauty. All the self assurance I lacked.

She pulled her sister onto the rug and stripped the thong off her. She dived into the soft, warm, smooth pussy that I was already familiar with. I knew what she was feeling, I knew what she was tasting, I knew the effect that her sister's aroma was having on her. I almost pee'ed myself. I remained dress, I was ashamed of my body in this company, but I just slipped out of my panties and straggled Julie's face. I watched as the girl brought her sister to a full and massive orgasm. I felt Julie's lips and tongue on, and finally in, my pussy. I immediately gushed my orgasm all over her, soaking her.

The girl rolled over offering me an open legged invitation. Her minge was shaved into a triangle. Her lips were smooth. Her young body was unmarked and perfectly formed. Her pert little tits with their rigid and vivid pink nipples had me whimpering. I pressed my face into her. She thrust her hips up and down and round and around, spreading her pussy all over my face. My own pussy was gushing and throbbing repeatedly. Julie was now straggling the girls face. She was gasping and gyrating as her climax grew. When it was over, and after, an all too brief, a moment of recovery. The young girl recovered her composure and stood up.

She looked fantastic, her thighs and minge glistened with juices. She spoke to me as if she was addressing a maid. “Very well then, you have done well, thank you, but you have had you fun now. I would now like you to leave.” Julie said nothing, she just shrugged her shoulder. She walked the the front door still naked, opened it and waited for me to leave.

The cab radio was going mad. “Hello,” I said into the microphone. “Where the fucking hell are you?” the voice demanded, “We have had the police looking for you.” I didn't know what to say, “I'm OK,” I said, “I just took a break.” The managers voice came on, “Get the fucking car back here right now and you are fired. Do you hear me, fired.” I was past caring “Fuck you and your fucking cab.” I said.