Learning Curve

My name's Mike and, at the time that I'm writing about, it was 1989 and I was 36 years old. I'd worked in a factory for 15 years before I decided to try cab driving at the weekends as a means of earning a little extra cash. I worked three nights as a private hire driver before taking my hackney test. I'd lived all my life in my licensing area so I only needed to revise the roads a little bit before taking the test and I passed it straight away ( to be honest, it only took a display of confidence to convince the half dozen town councillors that made up the hackney committee that I knew my stuff ). A medical and a police check and I could join the big boys on the rank and legally pick up punters off the street but I soon found out that having the badge and being a cab driver were two very different things and why so many new drivers didn't last long.

I could carry on boring about the subject for hours but, instead, I'll get to the point.

It was my first saturday as a hackney driver and it had been really good. As a private hire driver, the work usually dried up before midnight but now, as a hackney, it was just taking off and, now, at just after two in the morning, I was working our local nightclub.

I watched a young couple come out of the club and pause before approaching my cab so I had plenty of time to observe them. They looked to be in their early to mid twenties and were both rather thin and short. She looked to be about five feet two and he couldn't have been more than five feet six. He was wearing grey trousers and a blue shirt whilst she was wearing a very short, very tight black lycra mini skirt and a silver top. Her legs were painfully thin and milk bottle white and her straight dark hair was cut to chin level and looked to me like a small helmet.

They looked completely harmless so, when they approached and asked me to take them about five miles, I replied "Hop in".

The guy told me their address and they didn't say another word either to me or to each other all the way to their house which was on a small, fairly new estate of tiny, red brick 'starter homes'.

I pulled up alongside a wildly overgrown hedge and the guy immediately jumped out of the car and called out "We're paying for this with a hairy cheque" and, with that, he disappeared from view behind the hedge.

I'd never heard that expression before, or since, that day so I was a little confused but my confusion evaporated the moment that I turned to his partner who was still sitting in the back of the car.

She was sat in the middle of the seat perched on the very edge and leaning back, almost lying down, but her legs were spread as far apart as they could possibly go and, of course, she wasn't wearing any knickers.

My immediate thought was 'Wow, that really is hairy' but, on closer observation, I could see that it wasn't actually that hairy. Although she had a dense triangle of dark pubic hair above her slit, everywhere else was cleanly shaved so the her gaping hole was clearly visible in all its glory with the triangle of hair looking like an arrow pointing the way to her treasures. The pink walls of her cunt glistened in the glow of the interior light and her clitoris poked up proudly from its little tent, looking like a shiny purple jewel.

I tore my eyes away and raised my gaze to her face which held what I can only describe as the cheesiest grin I've ever seen but she didn't say a word to answer my questioning look so I returned my gaze to cunt and I swear that it actually winked at me and that actually shook me out of my trance.

I still can't believe it but I actually said "I'm sorry love, I can't put that in the bank" and her smile didn't even flicker as she took out her purse, paid the fare and left without a single word.

I drove off thinking 'Wow, this is a really weird job' then I thought 'I wonder how many other drivers they've offered to pay like that and how many have accepted' and then, about another mile down the road, I started kicking myself.

The crowd outside the nightclub was thinning by the time I got back there and, as I pulled up, two young girls ran out from the crowd and jumped into the back of my cab before anyone else could. I gave them a quick look in the rear view mirror and they seemed to be in their early twenties and harmless enough so I agreed to take them home.

They engaged in the usual inane chatter of young girls about their phones, their hair and their 'boyfriends' who usually turned up at closing time to take them home and bemoaning the fact that they hadn't turned up tonight but, fortunately, after being married for almost eighteen years, I'd developed selective hearing and was able to 'switch them off' until one of them called out "Ugh, what's this?"

She reached down to the floor and picked something up between her thumb and forefinger, holding up for her friend to see and, looking in the rear view mirror, I could see that it was a skimpy pair of white knickers. The girl holding them wound down the window and threw them out saying "What kind of slut leaves her knickers in the back of a cab?". I knew exactly what kind and I thought 'actually your kind' but, unfortunately neither of them offered the same payment plan that their predecessor had.

I returned to the club which showed my inexperience because, when I got there, the building was in darkness and there wasn't a soul about so I turned around and headed home with my mind still buzzing with images of that young girl's naked cunt, open and inviting and sadly not taken advantage of.

When I arrived home, I didn't bother getting myself a drink and took the stairs two at a time in.my desperation to get upstairs to Ellen.

She was fast asleep, lying on her side with her back to me so I quickly stripped off all my clothes and carefully lifted up the covers exposing Ellen's sleeping body. She was wearing a white cotton nightdress that had ridden up with her movements to reveal just the curve and crease of her bum peeping out from beneath the hem.

It was a breath taking sight and I couldn't resist raising the hem just a little bit more to expose the glorious swell of her bum and I leant closer and gently kissed each cheek. Her flesh was soft and warm and delicately scented of her and I spent several minutes silently worshiping its peachy soft perfection before slipping into bed behind her.

I twisted into a slightly awkward position as I eased up behind her, making sure that the first part of my body to touch her was my achingly hard prick. She was lying almost doubled up with her knees almost up to her chest like a sleeping baby so the first place my throbbing prick touched as the hot, humid cleft between her thighs. She didn't flinch so I placed my left hand on her left bum cheek and gently lifted it away from its partner so that my bell end came into contact with her wonderful plump cunt lips, a little shuffle and the head slipped easily inside.

As always, even in sleep, Ellen's cunt was juicy enough to allow my prick to slide all the way home and it was only once I was deep inside her that she stirred. She moaned softly and, even though she was still half asleep, she instinctively pushed back making sure that I was fully embedded up to the hilt.

I began moving slowly in and out and she groaned and pushed back to meet every intrusion so I moved quicker, pressing in harder with each thrust until my thighs were smacking into her bum with a loud smacking sound.

I reached round for her tits, mauling them through the thin cotton nightshirt and pinching their erect nipples and I was totally taken.by surprise when she suddenly slammed back against me, stiffened and cried out in orgasm. I gripped onto.her around her waist and hammered into her at a furious rate but it was too late as, panting heavily, she pulled away from me abandoning my rock hard prick to wag aimlessly in the cool night air. I tried desperately to get back inside her but, without even a single word, she turned towards me with her knees raised to prevent any further invasion and, within seconds, she was fast asleep again leaving me to take things into my own hands.

That was my first saturday night as a hackney driver and I eagerly looked forward to many more such nights but, despite countless deliberate flashes of knickers, it was several months before anything like that happened again.