Sunita Johansson climbed into the back seat of the taxi next to Louise and immediately felt the eyes of the driver bore into her from the rear view mirror. A rush of cool air had caused her free riding breasts to go all goose-pimply and the hard nipples to press the close-fitting t-shirt forming a horizontal ridge. And despite tugging down the tiny skirt, teasingly it rode up to the tops of her thighs to reveal a pair of the shapeliest dusky legs beautifully complimented by black leather heeled boots. With no panties to protect her modesty, a whole evening lay ahead under the appreciative gaze of supervisor Brian, a thought that filled Sunita with a mix of abject horror and raw excitement.
Even Adam who, for as long as he’d lodged at Sunita’s had been immune to her charms, was drawn to the rear view mirror, unable to keep his eyes from darting up, then away again quickly before he was caught. With less subtlety, the stubble faced, greasy haired cab driver feasted upon Sunita’s body, prompting fantasies of what might have been had Adam taken the front passenger seat. Surely the cabbie would have been unable to resist reaching over and running a hand up her inner thighs and into the hot, wet pussy at the apex. And what if she’d been in the cab alone? Sunita bit her lip, feeling the first stirring of lust, evidenced by a magical tingle in her loins.
Shifting slightly, her Amazonian body quivered, fulsome breasts heaving against the cotton. The cabbie was perspiring virulently, a lustful grin on his dirty face. Sunita pursed her lips, piling on the tension in his grin. Oh how she could rip that big thick cock from his jeans and impale herself upon it.
Then a wicked thought struck Sunita: Adam and Louise would be alighting a mile before her and she would be left alone with the horny cabbie. As the pair jumped out at the pub, Sunita leaned over, issuing fresh directions, her scent flooding his nostrils and eliciting a huge breath.
Seizing the short opportunity, Sunita allowed her thighs to part an inch or two…then an inch more…then yet more. But for the strain on the tight skirt, her pussy would be fully exposed. As it was, just a teasing flash of blonde thatch was displayed. Yet it was sufficient to prompt the cabbie to risk his livelihood and their lives, one hand lifting from the steering wheel. Re-adjusting her position, Sunita glimpsed the swollen purple tip, gazing intently as the thick foreskin was drawn over the bulbous red head. In a matter of strokes, he grunted, a rope of thick cum splashing the dashboard. Sunita grinned inwardly as she climbed out, the fare waived.
* * *
The Samaritans’ office was two flights of stairs above a row of shops. As Sunita keyed in the security code, she was joined at the door by Brian, fresh from a cigarette break. Immediately her racing pulse brought a flush to her skin that was thankfully camouflaged by its coffee coloured hue. “After you,” smiled the fifty-something supervisor, the swish of his hand brushing her bum.
Sunita skipped three steps ahead, that luscious butt roughly at face height. With each stride the skirt rode up higher until no more than the very top of her thigh was covered. That she was wearing no panties could not have escaped Brian. As her arse cheeks wiggled seductively, a deep sigh of lust ejected forcibly from Brian’s lips, a rush of air warming her upper thighs and pussy. Over her shoulder she made small talk, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Brian’s replies came through gritted teeth at an unnaturally high pitch. Rounding the corner to the second flight, ‘inadvertently’ Sunita pulled up sharply. With his longer strides, Brian was unable to stop in time, a rear end collision unavoidable. Sunita felt an unmistakeable bulge brush her arse, amid flustered apologies. Uncoupling, Brian marched on ahead and into the office, leaving Sunita with an impish grin.
The first hour dragged by without event, punctuated by half a dozen calls of varying degree of unimportance. Anxious to keep the line clear for Paul, Sunita gave the callers short shrift. Brian was especially fidgety, using any excuse to pass her desk, all subtlety seemingly abandoned in the pursuit of primeval lust. Almost subconsciously, she’d rise to grab something from a high shelf, providing Brian with a lingering look over her long legs, the tension building like an overloaded pressure valve in his loins.
When Brian rose agitatedly from his seat, an erection clearly visible at his middle, Sunita decided it was time to step things up a notch. As he sashayed across the office like a man on a mission, she followed into the corridor at a safe distance. As he disappeared inside the toilet, she managed to catch the door before it swung shut, glancing around furtively before squeezing through. “Oh Jesus,” resonated the almost pained sigh from inside one of the cubicles.
Sunita grinned, the threat of being caught inside the men’s loo adding to the immense thrill. The jingle of coins as Brian’s trousers fell to pool around his ankles caused her pussy to throb uncontrollably. He had his cock out and it was all on her account. “Oh fuck, yesssssss,” groaned the closeted Brian, prompting Sunita to visualise a hand wrapped around his cock and starting to tug. “Oh yes, oh yesssssss, oh yes you dirty little fucking slut of a girl.”
A stream of abuse, peppered liberally with ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘fuck’ spilled from the cubicle and Sunita felt her face warm. In the months she’d worked for the Samaritans, Brian hadn’t even issued a minor expletive. Yet here he was calling her every name under the sun. Just like the cab driver who’d fallen totally under her spell, he must have been driven half-crazed with desire, illustrated when, on the twelth stroke of his cock, an enormous grunt of pleasure radiated through the cubicle door. Sunita pictured the wad of thick cum splashing the door, his fist milking each new deposit. It was hard to resist the urge to touch her pussy, yet that would be like opening one’s presents before Christmas Day. As Brian busily unravelled the paper to clean up his mess, Sunita made herself scarce.
* * *
Back at her desk, the phone kept Sunita busy for the next hour whilst Brian’s welcome bout of relief meant less ogling. A shame, for Sunita feasted on the attention, and vice versa. The assortment of middle aged married colleagues, devoutly religious types and do-gooders might have been blind for all the heed they paid to the exhibitionist in their midst. As the clock ticked over into the third hour, Sunita yearned for Paul to call. That damned guy had a lot to answer to for doing this to her.
Another barren hour passed before her cheery greeting of: “Hello Samaritans, Sunita speaking” was met with Paul’s sensuous baritone. Immediately Sunita felt her temperature rise and a hot tingle reverberate around her juice laden cunt. His filthy talk was like an addictive drug. “What are you doing, Paul?” she implored, a finger drawn magnetically to her swollen clit, rubbing in a circle. “Oh my,” she whispered, chewing her bottom lip.
“Hmm, not much at the moment,” came the somewhat anti-climatic response, prompting Sunita to slow her frigging. “Though earlier was fun.”
Sunita’s heart raced. “Oh gosh Paul, please tell me…tell me…”
