We pulled up outside my apartment block and I removed my hand from between my legs. "You wouldn't mind helping me upstairs with my bags would you?" I said and opened the cab door. I had never seen someone move so quickly. He was out of the driver's seat and helping me out of the cab as quick as a flash. I got my keys from my purse and he followed me through the entrance door and hallway and stood waiting with me by the lift.
We didn't speak. We stepped into the small lift and he was standing very close to me. He was tall and broad and I got a faint whiff of his body odour. He needed a fresh shirt, but he'd been working all afternoon in the heat, so I forgave him a little sweatiness. The lift stopped at the fourth floor. "Just along here, number 53" I walked ahead of him and he followed silently. I went into my apartment and he stood at the door, I turned to him "Would you like a cold drink?" I went in the kitchen and got some ice from the freezer, filled a glass from the bottle of water and plopped three ice cubes into the glass. I handed it to him. He still stood in the doorway. "Come in, relax for a minute" He stepped inside and I closed the door behind him. He had a look on his face which was a cross between a frightened rabbit and an over-excited schoolboy. I could see the bulge in the front of his jeans and he leaned back against the door and drank the water down in a couple of gulps.
"Thanks, will that be all then miss?". I looked at him standing there, his green shirt, a little less than fresh, clung to the muscles in his forearms and I could see a little line of sweat running inside his shirt from his neck.
"I'm going to take a shower" I said and started to unbutton the remainder of my skirt buttons and letting it fall to the floor. His jaw visibly dropped and he practically drooled at the site of my shaved pussy, garter belt and flesh coloured stockings. I turned and walked slowly to give him a good view of my ass as I walked from the hallway to the shower room.
I had kept a couple of ice cubes in my hand and stepping out of the remainder of my clothes and into the shower, turned on the taps. I stood under the lukewarm water and began to rub the ice cubes over my body, between my breasts and over my nipples which were standing erect now. A few moments later, he stepped into the bathroom and stood at the entrance to the shower, watching me. He was naked and I watched with admiration as he took his considerable manhood in his hand and began to pull slowly, revealing a handsome bulbous head beneath the foreskin and a thick shaft to rival that of my lover. I stood back against the shower wall against the cool tiles allowing him to step inside. He stepped in and put a hand on either side of my waist and lifted me, sliding my back up against the tiles. I wrapped my legs around his body, exhilarated at the strength and confidence of him now he was in command and he guided himself inside my pussy. I rode him in that shower, my back against the tiles, slipping and sliding as he thrust up into me, my legs gripping and holding onto him. There was a broad tiled shelf at about waist height with bottles of my gel and shampoo, he hoisted me to sit on the shelf and pushed my knees apart so he could get a full view of my vagina and shaved mound. He buried his face between my legs and licked and groped me with his tongue, pushing and probing me and rubbing his nose against my clitoris. I came with such force when he began to chew my clit that I slipped off the shelf and he held me, collapsing into his arms as the waves gradually subsided and I was ready for more. I turned off the water and leaned back, looking at him, admiring his still erect penis and its gleaming head, just trembling and standing proud from his body.
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a bathtowel and wrapped it around my body and I took his hand leading him into my bedroom. I removed the towel from me and began to pat him dry, first his chest and taut belly, then his shoulders and face. He was handsome in a rough cut kind of way, brown eyes and noticed that his right arm was more tanned than his left. A characteristic of a London cabbie who spends all his days with his right arm resting out of the window in the summer. His hands were large with thick wrists and long fingers. I pushed him gently back to sit on the edge of my bed and knelt in front of him between his thick thighs. I cupped his balls in my hand and took his thick member in my hand, guiding the head towards my mouth. I flicked the head with my tongue and he laid back against my quilt, his arms behind his head, getting ready to enjoy a very special treat.
