It was a warm night so I just grabbed a light jacket as I left my apartment, heading uptown to meet my boyfriend. I was late as usual, so I decided to skip the el and just flag down a taxi. Fortunately, there was a hotel just around the corner where there was always a line of cabs waiting.
The driver was a youngish guy, rather good-looking for a cabbie, with an easy smile shining through a short beard and a hint of something UK in his accent. I popped an earbud out to listen to him for a moment as I was telling him the address, and his voice made me think of Ewan McGregor. So, Scottish? I guess?
"What are ye listening to, then?" he asked, just before I replaced the earbud.
"Oh, it's the rough cuts for my boyfriend's new tracks. He's a songwriter and a DJ. A good one!" I gushed, as he pulled into traffic. "He's trying something new with techno beats, and even though he says it's still rough, I'm finding them really fun to listen to."
"Well, that's brilliant ..." he grinned, as I popped the buds back in my ears.
The music was almost a soundtrack to the journey as he weaved in and out of traffic, the beats lining up with the traffic signals, with the turn signals, with my heartbeat. And of course with the frequent bounces and bangs from the potholes that we seemed to hit at regular intervals. They'd appeared seemingly overnight, the potholes, everywhere, just like every spring. I became aware that I was sitting in the back seat in a very short, very tight, skirt, and my simple white panties were really bunching up and pulling tight into the crack of my ass, and molding to the contours of ... well, everything.
I became aware of it, because the cab bouncing and bumping over pothole after pothole was stretching and tightening those panties over my mound. The taxi was causing the most interesting vibrations straight through my ass and into my clit, rubbing against the material. And through it all, the rhythmic thumping and pounding of my boyfriend's relentless, exotic, hypnotic beat ...
The longer the drive continued, the more dreamy I became, enjoying all these feelings. Slouching further into the back seat, my underwear riding up ... my breasts bouncing and vibrating, my nipples getting hard ... I could almost feel my blood pumping in rhythm to the music. My head nodding, my eyes half-closed, I started touching myself, strumming my throbbing clit to the beat.
I had forgotten where I was. I was lost in the music, the swaying, the beat, the throbbing, the bouncing, and the insistent, thrumming need in my cunt. I was rubbing, rubbing, feeling the moisture on my fingers, the heat ... I gasped, my eyes opening wide -
And saw the cabbie's eyes, in the rearview mirror, watching me.
