Her skirt climbed up her leg, as she slipped into the front seat of the taxi, revealing the curve of her thigh. The driver couldn't help but notice, his eyes dropping to view the creamy flesh of her upper skin. The black skirt clung to her leg, outlining the shape of any unexposed parts of her limb.
His appreciation was interrupted by her voice. "296 Spring Street, thanks," she said with a smile, apparently oblivious to the drivers attention. He was disappointed, as it was only a short drive, 10 minutes maximum, and then those beautiful legs would be gone. While at the lights, he took the time to appraise the rest of her, while she flipped through what looked like a schedule diary. Her feet bore black heels that strapped around her ankles, accentuating the rest of her leg. The skirt was probably knee length while standing, covering up her curves, but indicating enough to fuel his imagination. She wore a black jacket, buttoned around her waist, revealing the top of a pale blue camisole. Her brunette curls were tied up loosely at the back of her head, with a couple of escaped strands framing her face. She had a look of concentration in her deep blue eyes, and the driver wondered what she was thinking.
Soon, they had arrived at her destination. He pulled to a stop outside an office block in a rather remote part of the street. "That's $9.60, ma'am" he said. She leaned over to pick her handbag off the floor in front of her. The driver couldn't help but look, as the skirt rode up another inch. She scrummaged through her handbag briefly, before turning to him. "It seems we have a problem, my purse isn't here. I don't have any money for the fare. I'm sorry." The driver remained speechless as her blue eyes gazed upon him. "I thought I had it right here. This is rather embarrassing"
"Maybe someone in your office can lend you the money," he said hopefully. He was never too impressed with the way some people tried to talk their way out of paying for their fare.
"I doubt it," she replied. "It's only early, I'm always the first one here. I don't expect anyone else for an hour or so." They sat silently, looking at each other.
"Maybe, I can make it up to you in another way," she said, as her hand found a way to his leg, smoothly moving it over his thigh and briefly to his ground, and then, back down to a safer distance. Her eyes searched his, looking for some sort of response, permission even. He was stunned, didn't know what to say, maybe it was all a dream. Reality hit him, when her hand moved upwards again, this time staying. She had discovered that he had already become hard, and a smile spread across her face. "I'm going to take that as a yes," she said.
She unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Her hands ran over it, gently stroking it, moving over his balls and back over his cock. Eventually her head moved down, and she ran her tongue over it. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, and worked her tongue over it. Slowly, moving her mouth down, taking more and more of his cock in her mouth, moving his tongue around. He squirmed with pleasure as he filled her mouth, feeling his cock his the back of her throat. She sucked harder and deeper. A moan escaped from his lips, the first sound he made since the suggestion. Her smiling eyes looked up at his, as she tenderly squeezed his balls.
"Stop!" he cried, rather breathlessly. Startled, she paused, and looked up at him.
