In my 15 years as a Taxi Driver I've seen some funny things but nothing compares to what happened in my cab last Thursday night.
It had been another slow evening when I got a call to pick up a some passengers at a trendy bar in the centre of town; then take them to a country house hotel about 35 miles away. I checked my watch and decided to end my shift after I'd dropped them off as it was roughly in the same direction as my home.
The street was well lit but quiet so I soon spotted them as I approached the bar in my VW Sharan 7 seater taxi.
. They were both obviously very merry – he was trying to pull her against him but she was laughing and pushed him away; gently slapping his hand in admonishment. They hardly noticed the large car or even me until I opened the sliding door and asked, "Are you Mr and Mrs Huntley?"
"Not exactly!" The man chuckled; "I'm Mr. Huntley but this young lady is Mrs. Palmer."
The woman swung away from his clutches and stooped to get into the back seat. I discretely hid a smile as I got an eyeful of breast and nipple as her dress hung forward exposing her unencumbered bosoms. The man grinned as he grabbed her hips and squeezed her arse in a false attempt at aiding her. Again she playfully slapped him away.
He was in his late 50's or early 60's, quite tall with grey receding hair and a fat belly that was actively forcing itself out of his loose silk shirt.
She was in her late 20's and quite pretty with shoulder length wavy red hair, rimless glasses and a shortish very low cut yellow summer dress. Both were wearing wedding rings but obviously not married to each other.
At first I thought she could have been an escort; but on closer inspection I realised she was wearing a High Street dress and shoes – probably M&S. The escorts around here wear more 'Continental' labels and usually dress a lot more tartily. On the other hand he was head to toe in Designer labels – Versace shirt, Gucci slip-ons, Breitling watch and a chain around his neck that would have paid my mortgage for 6 months.
As I slowly pulled away from the kerb I looked in the rear-view mirror to see him drunkenly trying to fasten her seat belt but really just copping a feel of her bouncing tits. They soon gave up fiddling with the clasp and just sat on the back seat without seat belts on. I know I should have forced them to belt up but it's my experience that it would have been a waste of time with drunks like this.
"Are you in town on business?" I asked over my shoulder.
"I'm at the Exhibition Centre for a couple of days," The man responded without taking his eyes off the woman. "And I've just signed a big contract with Mrs. Palmer's company so we've been out celebrating.....on her expenses."
"Did you have you had a good evening?" I carried on the useless conversation.
"Yes thanks." The man replied, "A nice meal and some nice wine and bottle of champagne...... then a couple of lines of Charlie."
"Ssshhhh!" The woman giggled as she struggled to put her finger to her bright red lips.
The man put his left arm around her to stop her falling off the seat; then kissed Mrs Palmer firmly on her painted lips. She pulled her head away, flashed a look at me driving, thought I wasn't watching, then kissed him back; very passionately – almost chewing his face off.
The man immediately began caressing her wobbling breasts through the thin cotton of her dress. She did nothing to stop him. He pulled her closer and slid his hand inside the loose opening for a better feel of her big fleshy tits. Still with his tongue down her throat the man flashed a look in my rear-view mirror. Our eyes met. Still looking into the mirror; he pulled the strap of the dress down to her elbow with the back of his hand, revealing a gorgeous pair of large ripe titties. I slowed down and winked at him.
Mrs Palmer wriggled on the seat as he began gently caressing her breasts and tweaking the pink nipples. She was now so wasted on coke and champagne; she started rubbing his dick through his pants without a care in the world.
"Mmmmmm." She purred as they broke from their bout of tonsil tennis; "That feels bloody huuugge!"
"Do you want to see it?" He smirked into my mirror as I slowly pulled the cab into a lay-by and turned off the meter.
She didn't answer but lifted his shirt and deftly unbuckled his belt and carefully unzipped his slacks. He took his hand from her tits and shuffled until his trousers were around his knees and his cock was standing to attention.
