Note - You should read "The Park" before reading this story in order to maintain story continuity.
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As we crossed the street toward the garage, we changed our minds. After all, why smell up my car with our love juices? Why not just hail a taxi and let it have the benefit of our odorous smells. That is precisely what we did.
Entering the back of the taxi, I gave the driver our address – slid the window partition closed and snuggled up to you. Easing a couple of buttons from the top of your blouse allowed me access to your perky nipples – still hard and erect – partially because of the chilled night air – partially because of the way your corset held your firm teats up, as though on a shelf, for my inspection.
I leaned down and took one in my mouth and sucked on it as I noticed the driver eyeing us in his rear view mirror. I suppose that he picked up his share of prostitutes and their Johns near the park and he thought he had made another score. So I figured I'd give him a show.
Not knowing how low his vision was, I whispered to you to spread your legs. I began playing with your pussy as you threw your head back and moaned. It was then that I noticed the partition was not completely closed – allowing the driver to hear what goes on in the back seat.
Before long, your moans and thrashing about resulted in more frequent glances from the driver and his driving was becoming more and more erratic because of it. I decided to speed things up some.