This story idea 'came' to me while I was riding in NYC cab recently. The cabbie was very flirty. I always enjoy verbal banter especially when the conversation turns sexual! As you might guess after reading the story I am the tall blonde. The cab driver though is innocent. I promise! If he knew our innocent ride would turn into such an erotic fuck fest story he would probably be shocked! I'd love to read your feedback and please remember to vote! Love
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Finding a cab during a rainstorm in New York City was the most impossible task on earth. A sea of slick, sodden cabs hurried along 5th Avenue, every single one filled with passengers on this dreary late afternoon. Thunder pounded overhead and was drowned out only by the rain pelting the streets and sidewalks in a fury.
Julia spent the day at the New York City library. The enormous stone structure insulated her in its tomb like edifice from the clamor of the frenzied storm. She marveled over the tons of books lining innumerable shelves while ensconced inside the massive structure lost in thought as, thunder and lightning clashed in a chaos-ridden cacophony.
As Julia emerged from the building the severity of the weather hit her, literally. Wind blew in sweeping gusts and the rain carried in its path in a punishing angular wet trajectory. The enormous Doric columns that flanked the structure appeared to be weeping as the rain cascaded and drenched the stone. The great lion remained still and stoic as the rain bombard the great beasts stone fur. People dashed about the streets in a panic, desperate to hail any cab available. They filtered into subway tunnel entrances like colonies of terrified ants.
Julia was dressed in perfectly cuffed white linen boy shorts that prominently enhanced her tone and tanned long legs. An expensive delicate cap sleeved white silk summer blouse was buttoned low and emphasized the soft swells of her large breasts. A lacy white bra barely held the overflow of her cleavage. She was already drenched, the dainty fabric of her shirt soaked. Her nipples were ridged and poked through the flimsy bra. Goose flesh, from the sudden atmospheric chill, dotted the pretty pink areola surrounding her luscious buds.
The downpour flooded the streets. Water splashed against and sluiced in the indentations and trenches near the dirty worn sidewalks. Like her, most pedestrians were caught off guard. Newspapers, book bags, briefcases, purses and coats made makeshift but inadequate protection. Everyone was becoming a sopping mess. The well polished and hyper groomed Manhattan business set now resembled drowned rodents.
Perceptive weather observers though could have predicted the precipitation onslaught. The steamy July air was so balmy and humid the last two days you could nearly sip it. Julia's long blonde hair hung in strings down her back and the rain rolled off the locks and dripped and soaked into her already saturated blouse. The fabric was ruined, no doubt about that.
Julia stepped off the granite steps and onto the street then smack in the middle of a deep dirty puddle. Her brand new pretty sandals were drenched.
"Damn, this really sucks!" She cursed aloud.
Her already foul mood was made worse by the sudden shitty weather. Twenty-one days, sixteen hours since her last lust ridden fuck session with a stranger. Sexual addiction, nymphomania, sex with strangers that was Julia's therapist's clinical definition of her mental disorder was. Short and sweet; she was addicted to having sex with strangers in public places. There, she said it aloud to herself and made the disorder a grim reality. Her 'problem' rolled around in her brain like cumbersome lead ball of moral judgment. As in AA acknowledgement was the first step toward recovery.
The primal fear and danger of fucking a total stranger where they could easily be caught was her one and only highly addictive drug. The adrenaline rush was intoxicating, better than alcohol, drugs. She could've entered rehab numerous times and she'd probably be in intensive therapy the rest of her life but that sexual itch would always gnaw at her incessantly. Julia knew her behavior as dangerous even quite possibly lethal but the thrill of being penetrated and fucked hard by a stranger was more intense then any pleasurable activity she experienced and outweighed the numerous dangers and risks. Julia searched continually for the next 'hit.' She constantly craved a stranger's hard cock in her pussy.
Her longings and urges though were so incredibly difficult to control, especially in a city with millions and millions of people. Julia was constantly sexually over stimulated as she bumped shoulders, arms and other body parts with the sweating and over heated crowds on the sidewalks of New York City. 'Christ, there were so many fuck-able men in this city.' She thought. The sensations were overpowering.
Julia hid her secret well. She was a well-educated, upper class and successful. She was still smoking hot even in her late forties. She dressed well and didn't show too much cleavage or leg but enough for folks to realize she was very comfortable in her skin.
Many years ago people would look at her and think she had the perfect life. She was beautiful and was once married to an equally successful man, had a sprawling dream home in the Boston suburbs and was a published author. If the PTO ever knew she once craved a hard fuck with most of the husbands they'd be stunned.
Julia became a sex addict shortly after she hit puberty. During her 20's she attempted to live like a 'normal' woman and even got married. She tried very hard to keep her secret cravings and insatiable appetite for sex under control for her families sake. Julia would watch pornography and masturbate incessantly trying to scratch the terrible itch and ignore the raw cravings.
After while though she couldn't live the lie or put her husband through any more deceit. She was not the woman he thought he knew. She never was. Julia had to admit grimly, she'd been a damn good actress all these years.
He was married to a stranger. Nearly 13 years ago she revealed her true self to him. Explained in great detail about constant deviant predilections. He was crushed and heartbroken. Julia thought coming clean was better than the alternative of fucking around constantly behind his back while trying to maintain the façade that they had of a perfect marriage.
He begged her get help. As the vice president of a major biotech firm in Boston, Jack had stellar connections through his industry and began to diligently pursue helping her. He researched the best recovery centers, the best psychiatrist, and the best of everything to help his beautiful wife. In the end though he just couldn't accept that Julia was the one who needed to change and she just couldn't. Her unusual and destructive behaviors were too deeply ingrained in the hard wring of her fucked up brain,
Eventually though he moved out but even now after all these years her husband never filed for divorce. Jack lived in denial and was constantly 'stalled' in the 'bargaining' phase of an inevitable grieving process at the dissolution of their marriage. He figured she would 'get it out of her system' come to her senses and come back to him, back to their once seemingly perfect marriage.
After he moved out Julia began to hunt once again for strange men to fuck. For the sake of her family and friends and to keep her reputation as a 'pillar of decorum' in the community she kept her hunting grounds far away from her so-called suburban utopia. Her sessions with a variety of became a nearly nightly routine. She occasionally she had unprotected sex and let them come in her. Julia knew it was wrong and dangerous but she loved the look of pure ecstasy on her partners face as he ejaculated deeply inside her. The feel of his cock swelling in her before he shot his load always propelled her into an intense orgasm.
She sought real help only after engaging in unprotected sex with a man she discovered was a high risk bisexual and even more reckless then she was. The thought of being stricken with an STD or dying from aids and leaving a college age daughter in severe grief and pain was a scary and deafening wake up call. So he sought therapy and joined a sexual addiction support group with people who all wanted to screw each other. The irony of that situation was laughable.
The rain continued to pummel her body. Thunder cracked and sizzled overhead and rumbled and echoed ominously across the tall buildings. Julia closed her eyes a moment and decided to take action. She had a sure fire way to grab a cabbies attention all right.
She unbuttoned her soaked blouse until her cleavage spilled out and the lace of her bra peeked out an inch. She pushed up her breasts so the creamy abundant flesh spilled out even more. A fraction of the rosy pinks of her areolas peeked out ever so shyly. Her nipples were stone hard and poked though the wet shirt. Nothing was left to the imagination, her entire breast, rosy pink nipples were unabashedly plain as day through her white sheer top. Julia stepped to the curb held out her arm.
"Taxi!" She shouted.
After a moment a taxi with an illuminated "off duty' light noticed her in traffic a from a few cars behind. He recklessly maneuvered his way through a congested 5th Avenue, nearly crashing into and royally pissing off three other drivers. Horns blared, middle fingers were extended but the taxi driver' didn't notice or care. His eyes were glued intently on the tall, busty blonde standing in the rain in an obscenely dripping wet sheer shirt.
He screeched to the curb. Julia jumped back quickly avoiding a spray of dirty water from the taxis sudden maneuver. She smiled and walked toward the yellow vehicle. The cabbie jabbed his finger onto the passenger's side automatic window release button. She leaned in just enough so her blouse hung open and revealed the pretty lacy bra. The fabric gapped enough so her nipples were visible. He couldn't take his eyes off her tits and he strained to make eye contact.
"Where do you want to go?" He asked point blank.
The cabbie was a thirty something Pakistani or of some middle-eastern descent. Either way he was a picture of raw masculinity and exotic swarthy good looks. His skin was a light mocha color and his eyes were enormous dark brown almonds fringed in long lush eyelashes. His head was covered in thick sooty black curls.
"Aren't you off duty? I wouldn't want to trouble you."
Julia's body began to tingle and throb with need. Middle Eastern men were some of the most beautiful creatures placed on earth. She had never fucked one but they were rumored to be excellent lovers. Christ! She shouldn't even be thinking about sex now. But he was so very intriguing, exotic unreachable. 'You have to watch out for the quite ones." Her mother would always say. Boy, nine times out of ten wasn't that the truth. Julia's most intense sex encounters were with the really quite, unassuming men.
"I will decide that once you tell me where you going." He was curt; his accent heavy, his expression was stoic and guarded.
"Ritz Carleton, Battery Park. Is that too far? I really don't want to trouble you."
