Outside Winona's bedroom, her two bushy Moon Flowers swayed in the breeze on the yellow stucco terrace, their delicate cream white trumpet flowers still in bloom from the previous night, elegant and erect. Down from the wide sun bleached street below, the lazy murmur of morning traffic was slowly rising to a low roar. The high pitch whine of delivery trucks coming to a lazy halt, doors slamming. Short clipped shouts.
A breeze blew into the bedroom, gently caressing Winona's topless body, dancing along the curve of her shaven armpits, it blew circles around her ample bosom, gently coaxing her sleepy nipples into alertness. Groaning she slowly surfaced into wakefulness, blinking in the muted sunlight of the morning room.
The alarm clock on the mahogany bed stand showed 08.30. Two hours until her flight departed! She had overslept! Scrambling out of bed, her heavy breasts flopping comically as she groped for her phone.
"Yes hello? A cab for White Stone Hill number 27 to LAX, pronto!"
Flinging the phone into her bag she began rummaging for underwear, Jesus no clean undies!? I thought of everything but the underwear, great Winona just great. Ok, prioritize, I can buy fresh underwear later, right now I just need to get going. Buoyed by her cool headedness, she stopped up in front of her mahogany wall length mirror, pouted, jiggled her breasts a little, smiling, she spun around briskly and waggled her butt. Lookin good Winona! But, jeez I'm so late! Let's get going she thought as she darted around excitedly, grabbing last minute things, her thighs working her long legs, breasts bouncing around. She presently slipped into her short beige Armani skirt and matching top. Her stomach suddenly rumbled ominously. Jeez, what a time for last night's Mexican meal to declare its presence! She heard a honk from the street: The cab! God, I'll have to hold it in till I reach the airport. "Ok Winona, you can do this, relax, concentrate."
Taking a deep breath, she slung her pack over her shoulder, put on her large black Gucci sunglasses, picked up her suitcase and shoes and padded out the door barefoot.
Heavy, street level heat mixed with fumes swept over her as she stepped from the building to the sidewalk, her cab waiting idly by the curb, the driver sat smoking, one thick tanned hairy arm hanging out the window. He motioned to get out and help with her bags as he saw her ambling towards the cab.
"I've got it!" She smiled, signaling gamely with a raised arm. As the cabbie clicked the boot open she flung her suitcase in, slammed it shut, rushed around the side and slid onto to the back seat. With a sigh she placed her bag on the seat and her shoes on the floor.
Amused, the cab driver smiled, eyeing her in the rear view mirror.
"LAX m'am?"
"ASAP, I'll make it worth your while"
"You're already well on the way, miss" he said leering. Suddenly self-conscious she peered around, jeez! Her left boob was hanging out!
"Ohhh! Ahhgghh, dam this top!"
"No bra huh? I can dig it" he grinned.
"Ok so I overslept, I was in a rush." Blushing, she tucked it back in. Wanting to draw attention away from her breasts, she retrieved a hairbrush from her bag and began brushing her silky smooth, jet black shoulder length hair.
"Ah, umm, miss, your...ahem" he gestured towards his crotch area. Her skirt had ridden up, exposing her elegant, lithe inner thighs and well kempt bush.
"Jeez! I'm so sorry, this is so embarrassing"
flustered, she closed her legs, pushing her butt forward, and pulled her skirt back down, smoothing it around her thighs
"You won't hear me complaining m'am"
the cab driver exclaimed, eyes smiling cheekily. He plucked a cigarette from an open pack resting in the compartment by his seat. Flashing an embarrassed smile, she continued brushing her hair.
There is something about this woman, the cabbie thought to himself, she's plucky, unhindered by embarrassment, she carries herself well. I wonder how far she'll go to make her flight.
"You know it's not often you get to see such a nice bush on a woman, nowadays they all shave, you know, shaven haven" he said matter-of-factly.
"Huh?!"
She abruptly stopped brushing and stared at the cabbie.
"You know it's pretty naughty to walk around like that, commando, if you know what I mean.
"Listen, don't get any ideas mister, I was in a rush ok, now I have to buy underwear at the airport and that's if I even have time, God I'm so late!"
"You know miss I can get you to the airport in no time. I happen to know a shortcut, bypasses all the morning traffic."
"You do? oh jeez that's perfect!" She said, cocking her head gamely, resting her hands in her lap. "Finally, a stroke of luck! Put the pedal to the metal sir and this is yours."
She flashed a crisp 50 from her black D&G leather purse.
"How about you save that for new pair of bra and panties" he said grinning. "And show me some more of that hot body of yours!"
"Wha?! Don't kid around here I've got to be on this flight! Here, how about 100?"
He heard it in her voice, a faux reluctance, she wasn't fooling anyone! He had her. These women are so kinky nowadays. What a time to be alive in!
He looked triumphantly at her through the rear view, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh Jesus, ok whatever. But you better get me there in time or there'll be hell to pay!"
"Oh scouts honor ma'm!" He said, saluting.
Reluctantly she began rolling up her skirt. She glanced around nervously, at least the windows were tinted, she thought to herself, a sharp pang of excitement shot from her crotch in all directions throughout her body.
The cabbie watched as she glanced around, biting her lower lip slightly, his dark vigilant eyes darting between the highway and the rear view mirror.
"Lift yourself up a bit back there! No slacking off!"
rolling her eyes she leaned back, pushing her crotch up.
"I wanna see how you look with those magnificent legs spread."
"Whaddaya think I am, some kind of gymnast or something?! Jeez."
She swung her legs up, hooking her feet behind the front seat headrests.
"There, how's that, happy pappy?"
"Oh, pappy happy, pappy veeery happy!"
Stroking her hands up and down her legs she moved her crotch around, looking down admiringly at herself.