Thinking back, it seemed like a good idea, or at least it did 2000 miles and 40Β° cooler ago. Out here in the dry heat this coat was a bit too much. Even the taxi driver looked at her a little bit funny as he pulled up to take her fare. She climbed into the cab and unbuttoned the top couple buttons of the overcoat.
"A bit too hot out here for that, don't ya think Miss."
"I know," she said, "but the weather said is going to be a little bit of a chill in the air once the sun goes down."
"Well, sit back enjoy the ride and I'll turn on the air for you," and off they sped. But not before he adjusted his rearview mirror to get a better luck at the beautiful blonde sitting in the back of his taxi cab.
"Where to miss?"
" Head to the Stardust first, I have to pick somebody up there, then we are going to move up the strip."
" No problem." Came the much obliging cabbie.
You see her husband was waiting for her up at the Stardust. She felt a little uncomfortable being alone, but she saw the hotel growing closer. With this she became a bit bolder. Seeing as she already knew he was looking at her, why not have a little fun with him?
"Cool enough for you now," the driver asked.
She wiped a drip of sweat from her brow
"Sorry ma'am, the air is not working as good as it should be. Perhaps loosening a bit more of that coat might help you". The driver said, barely hiding his anticipation.
Waiting till he fixed his eyes back on the road, she then undid a couple more buttons. Feeling the cabs cool air on her bosom felt exciting. And so did the fact that the drivers eyes were peering back into the rearview mirror again. As they approached the driveway the driver braked harder than usual. It was obvious, his eyes were less on the road and more on her.
Climbing into the back seat of the cab, her husbands eyes seemed as big as the headlights on the front of the car. He couldn't believe she'd started without him. He quickly settled in and relaxed when he saw the excitement in her eyes. And then he noticed that the drivers rearview mirror was already facing down.
"Up the strip please," her husband told the cabbie. And off they went into the Vegas night.
At first their chatter was just the usual how is your day going kind of stuff. As they talked he was quietly unbuttoning the bottom of her trench. Then suddenly with his right hand, he threw back one of the flaps on the bottom of her coat. This exposed one of her creamy white, stocking less legs. He made sure the left side of her jacket pulled open as he did this, exposing the tops of her breasts. Sliding his right hand up under her trench coat he felt his way up her leg. Following her warmth led him right to the hottest pussy he had ever felt. It was soaking wet down there. With the tip of his finger he had found Niagara Falls in the middle of the desert. And with this find his manhood began to push hard against his pants, begging to be let out.