A Taxi Tail

I guess it must have been around 1982 and I'd been married to my wife for about eight years. We had two children and we'd fallen into a routine, not a rut, a routine. My mother was more than willing to look after our children any time that we asked so we usually went out together on saturday nights and we'd take turn about going out with our own friends on a friday every other week or so although we often bumped in to some of them on our saturday nights together. For that reason, I think that I knew all of Ellen's girlfriends although I only actually liked one of them who was a good looking woman who was brow beaten and bullied by her arrogant, little husband (there's stories there that I'll probably not go into). In my opinion, her other friends thought far too much of themselves, ignored me to the point of ignorance whenever we met and basically acted as though their shit didn't stink.

I only had a handful of pals and, like Ellen's they were all married but, unlike Ellen's, Ellen and I occasionally went out as couples with my friends for a meal and a drink. The only exception to that was Penny a gay woman that I worked alongside in the factory. She was good fun but I've got to admit that she was loud and outspoken and Ellen took an instant and deep dislike to her and, maybe not coincidentally, her partner did not like me one little bit.

I didn't go drinking with Penny very often but, when I did, we got absolutely hammered which might have been one of the reasons that Ellen didn't like her, who knows?

Anyway, for some reason, I was out with Penny on a saturday afternoon (maybe it was one of those rare occasions when Ellen had fallen out and weren't talking for a few days, if that's never happened to you, you've never been in a real relationship).

Anyway, again, Penny had dragged me into a dingy basement gay bar and, being saturday afternoon, I was absolutely crowded but, after Penny greeted just about everyone present, we managed to find a tiny table in a dark corner. It was dimly lit and smelt dank and musty and the patrons were all exaggeratedly loud and acting overly camp and overly butch (that may sound homophobic but I don't believe I am, I just don't like posers and fakers no matter what their sexuality, ethnicity or religion). Besides, those present, in the main, either ignored me or treated mr like a lower form of species. I felt uncomfortable and told Penny that I'd only stay for a couple and then leave whether she went with me or not.

Another anyway, we'd been there in our quiet corner for about half an hour when in walked Jane. I'd known Jane for years, she was tall and slim, probably around five feet ten, and she had amazing long, straight, waist length dark hair that was, as usual, tied into a pony tail and she was wearing her usual skin tight jeans. I'd always kind of fancied Jane but, today, she strode in like she was making an entrance on stage and she was carrying a large handbag, something I'd never seen her with before. She stood in the doorway and swung her handbag above her head then threw it towards the bar, calling out "I've something to say, I'm gay today" and the bar erupted into whoops and howls like some american sitcom.

I was a little shocked because it had never occurred to me that she was gay but she'd obviously rehearsed he entrance and I couldn't help cringing at how tacky it was but, equally obviously, it was a huge step for her and I kind of shrank back into my seat, not wanting her to spot me and, maybe, be embarrassed by my presence. We waited until she was buried deep within the cheering crowd and quietly slipped away unnoticed.

Move forward, several years and I'd quit the factory and become a cab driver and I don't think that I'd seen Jane since that day in the gay bar when I walked into the office of the taxi company I worked for and found her standing there, our new driver. To be honest, I hadn't really thought of her in years but we greeted each other like long lost friends and, when it was quiet on the rank, we'd often sit in one of our cars and chat about this, that and nothing.

It was approaching christmas and someone organised a night out for a group of taxi drivers but Ellen decided not to go because she was sure that we'd all just be talking shop and, as it turned out, no spouses attended, probably for the same reason, so it was all guys apart from Jane and our other female driver Jenny.

In the thirty years that I drove a cab, I only knew less than ten female taxi drivers, call me sexist, but I don't think that, at least at that time, it was a suitable job for women because of having to deal with the sad arsed drunken romeos that they had to deal with and it took a special kind of woman to be able to cope.

Back to the story, Ellen was right, it was all shop talk. In my experience, cab drivers are the world's worst gossips and I think that a lot of people would be shocked if they realised just how much cab drivers knew about them and their 'private' lives. It was fun but, eventually, the time bell rang and we all headed off. I lived about a mile and a half away and, Jane lived along the route so we walked home together. It was a lovely mild evening and Jane seemed reluctant to go home where she lived with her parents and brother so we stopped in a public playground on the way and sat on two side by side swings whilst she told me all of her woes about living at home.

It got later and she invited me in for a final drink and, enjoying her company and being a little tipsy, I immediately agreed. I could hardly contain my laughter as she led me into the house, tiptoeing like a burglar and hissing at me to be quiet. She led me to the front room and whispered to me to be quiet as she went to the kitchen and returned with two large vodka and cokes. She sat beside me on the settee and she nearly had a heart attack when I placed my cold glass on the glass topped coffee table without using one of the many coasters. She raced off and returned with a duster and spray and I struggled to contain my amusement then struggled to contain a coughing fit as I inhaled what felt like half a can of polish.

She polished the entire table until it shone then returned the spray to wherever she'd got it from and I was more than a little surprised when, on returning, she snuggled up to me on the settee with her feet curled up under her. I automatically wrapped my arm around her shoulder and we sat in silent companionship as we sipped our drinks.

It was getting late, almost two in the morning, when she suggested that it was too late for me to walk home and I'd had just enough to drink to agree so, once again, creeping like intruders, she led me upstairs to her bedroom. It was quite a large detached house so I was slightly surprised by how small her bedroom was with just a few feet between her single bed and a long bank of wardrobes that lined the opposite wall but the thing that surprised me most was the amount of dream catchers and pictures of rainbows and unicorns there were on the walls. I sat on the edge of her bed as she turned on some music at a volume so low that it was hard to hear but that was ok because it was Tina Turner (sometimes, some things are depressingly predictable).

She had a bottle of vodka but no mixers so she poured us two neat shot and, whilst she threw back hers, I left mine untouched on the bedside cabinet.

I wasn't entirely sure what to do so I sat where I was whilst Jane quickly removed her outer clothing and stood before me for a second wearing just silky knickers and an enormous bra that was struggling to contain a pair of enormous tits before quickly slipping into bed so, following her lead, I stripped down to my briefs and got in beside her. There was not a lot of room in her single bed and, even snuggled up to her, my arse was hanging out of the bed and I was in danger of falling out which is the only reason that I wrapped my arm around her, I swear your honour.

Jane chuckled and kissed the tip of my nose than she sat up, almost spilling me out of the bed and, reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra, drawing it from her breasts and tossing it to the floor. I know I must have looked foolish as my jaw fell open and I saw the true magnificence of her large and surprisingly firm tits and, once again, she chuckled and lay back down with her tits proudly on display.

It would have been churlish to pretend that I hadn't noticed and I like to think that I'm a gentleman so I reached across with my left hand and gripped her right tit whilst lowering my head to wrap my lips around the disproportionately small pink nipple on her left and I assumed that was because she'd never had children. Nevertheless, she caressed the rear of my head as I greedily suckled on her stiff little teat.

I lowered my free hand to her belly and felt her muscles tremble under my fingertips as I ventured further south and my fingers slipped under the waistband of her knickers. She sucked in air between her teeth as my fingers explored the small tuft of hair above her mound but, as I attempted to go further, she let out a small gasp and clamped her thighs together denying me any further access

It was nice lying next to her but the bed was far too small for us both to sleep so I thought I'd have one last try before heading home. I just retreated a little, taking my hand from inside her knickers and gently ran my fingertips across the outside of her silky knickers and she sighed contentedly and, this time, she kissed my lips. She sighed contentedly so I gripped her little tuft of hair through the material and gently tugged, knowing that I was stretching her fanny lips and she gave a soft moans so I continued gently tugging as I felt her stiffen beside me.

She was as stiff as a board and gasping rather than breathing so, encouraged, I took hold of the sides of her knickers and I almost laughed as she raised her hips to help me drag them clear of her bum. I left them just above her knees but, when I reached for her cunt, she, once again squeezed her thighs together.

I abandoned her tits and kissed her ribcage and then her belly, swirling my tongue around and into her belly button as she moaned and squirmed beneath me. I shifted my position, scurrying down the bed so that I could kiss both of her thighs, taking my time to kiss and lick every inch as I slowly progressed inwards and upwards. Her thighs were trembling and i could feel them relaxing and slightly parting as I swept my tongue the length of her pouting lips and, suddenly, she was throwing her legs wide apart and digging her fingernails into my scalp as she thrust her hips up and forced my head down.

I dug my tongue deep between her lips, dragging it through her depths and scooping out her delicious, tangy juices before clamping my lips around her swollen clitoris stretching it to its limit before releasing it to twang back into place with a smacking kiss. I did it again and again until she was thrashing around, trying desperately to stifle her moans as she jerked up and down, battering her clit against the bridge of my nose, almost breaking it as she gushed and came.

She sighed contentedly and rolled onto her side with her back towards me and I rolled with her to spoon up behind her. The feel of her soft, warm buttocks against my belly was intoxicating as I levered my rigid prick down and tucked it into the cleft of her bum. I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt as I jerked back and forth, desperately trying to find her hot, juicy haven that was just millimetres out of reach. I thrust forward again and again and, almost without warning, I was cumming, impotently spraying my seed over her thighs and outer lips and, just like that, I was fast asleep.

I woke with the dawn, still cuddled up behind Jane and I was instantly hard again. Once again, I tried to slip inside her velvet purse but she obviously felt my prick stirring and, with a chuckle, she thrust her bum at me, causing me to tumble out of bed but, as I fell, I grabbed hold of her, dragging her down with me. It was only about eighteen inches and neither of us was hurt and we silently chuckled as we rolled about, wrestling for supremacy. First I was on top, trying to thrust my rampant prick inside her but then she twisted out from beneath me and knelt astride my chest silently laughing at me.

I could feel the hot, sticky gash of her cunt pressed up against my belly and it fired me up and spurred me on so that I almost threw her off me and, once again, we were rolling about and grappling with each other. We struggled for long minutes until we were both perspiring and gasping for breath and I'm fairly sure that it was more to do with her than me that I finally managed to drag her onto her hands and knees with me kneeling behind her and gripping her hips. I pressed the head of my prick up against the plump lips of her cunt and there was no doubt of who was in charge when she thrust back against me and my shaft sank deep into her hot, juicy hole.

I gripped her hips and started hammering into her as she pushed back against me and, within seconds, she was throwing her head back and shaking all over as she came in almost total silence.

She tried to pull away from me but I clung on tightly and kept thrusting but, just then, her door flew open and a giant of a guy barged in yelling "Get up you lazy...." and then he froze as he saw me jammed up inside Jane.

He turned on his heel and fled leaving the door wide open and Jane just groaned "Oh, no, that's my brother and he's bound to tell mum and dad, you've got to go".

It sounded so childish because, after all, she was a grown woman in her late twenties and, besides, I was rock hard and buried deep inside her. She tried to pull away from me but I clung on for dear life and jerked my hips back and forth at a frantic pace. I felt tingles behind my eyes and shivers along my spine and I erupted like a volcano deep inside her. I was still spurting as Jane pulled away from me and I fired my last jets over her bum and thighs.

She was in a complete panic like a naughty child caught stealing sweeties as she frantically dressed and urged me to do the same but I just wanted to roll over and go to sleep and to hell with her parents and her brother but she wouldn't have it and, within minutes, I was dressed and sneaking out of the front door.

I arrived home just as Ellen was getting up and I told her that, as she'd expected, a few of us had gone back to John's for a last drink and that I'd crashed out on his sofa.