NOTE: All of the characters are over the age of 18.
Since Vicki and I had never visited New York City, we were quite excited to arrive at LaGuardia. Having crossed Manhattan Island, our aircraft gave us an aerial perspective of New York City. Vicki and I were astounded to see this oasis-like green space, commonly known as Central Park, amidst the maze of concrete structures and metal-lined towers. This would be a great area for two hot, mischievous cousins to explore.
After our jet arrived, we went to the luggage carousel and waited for our personal belongings to descend the chute. When we finally had our belongings in hand, we left terminal B and were relieved to easily find the taxi stand.
Vicki and I took a taxi to our Times Square hotel rather than taking the shuttle. Although it was slightly more expensive, Vicki and I had a different plan in mind--a long-standing desire. We might be able to fulfill this ambition more easily in a cab than in a packed shuttle.
Once we were out of the terminal, instead of walking to a cab, a man approached us (who was clearly an employee) and asked where we were heading. We explained that our hotel was in Times Square, so he pointed us to a particular cab. We noticed the trunk beginning to open as we walked toward the cab, allowing us to load the luggage into the trunk and shut the door.
"Where ya headed?" the driver inquired. After we gave him the address of our Times Square hotel, our cab driver quickly made his way out of the airport's congested area and into the main thoroughfare.
I used the cab's credit card scanner and was impressed with the information it gave me. It calculated the cost of the ride ($45 for that day) plus the driver's tip. It also told us an approximate drive time of 35 minutes. I looked over at Vicki and said, "Well, it looks like we are in this for a little while."
Vicki knew exactly what I was getting at.
Our driver had just turned on the highway, and Vicki had reached over and unsnapped the top of my shorts. Upon unzipping my fly, my cock sprang out into the cool air of the taxi. My cousin leaned over to her right and propped her left leg up on the seat. I felt her lips beginning to cover my cock, and my arm reached across her left hip and down between her legs. As usual, my cousin had gone without underwear, and my fingers immediately found her moistened, bald pussy.
I cast a quick peek in the driver's direction, and, thankfully, the driver was keeping an eye on the traffic around us and kept the cab traveling straight in a straight line.
Vicki's head began to bounce up and down on my shaft. My cock was already pulsing as I felt the warm, moist velvet-like feeling of the inside of her mouth. I always loved Vicki's blow jobs; they were masterfully given.
We had not yet seen the skyline of New York City, and I was a bit taken aback by the sheer volume of countryside we were traveling through. Now and then, a truck would go by, or we would go by another car. I could tell that the city was coming closer because of the increasing amount of traffic.
Vicki and I were having our usual delicious incest in the back of our driver's cab, but this time there was a risk of getting caught in public. It was quite the rush, I must admit.
My fingers were diving madly in and out of Vicki's wonderful, moist playground between her legs, and my balls were growing to capacity. I gently held my cousin's head with my free hand, and my cock burst, spewing a fountain of sperm into Vicki's mouth. She was gulping down my sperm, taking every drop I could feed her, and even though we could hear the noises of the surrounding traffic, we could still hear the interior hum of the taxi while we enjoyed the feeling of incestuous lust.
Vicki looked up from my lap and was smiling as she looked at me. She raised her head and gave me a passionate, cum-stained kiss. "Welcome to the Big Apple, Billy," she said.
"That was so beautiful," I said.
Vicki raised herself and straightened her dress as we both began to enjoy the sights. Leaving the highway. Our scenery was rapidly becoming cluttered with buildings, first with a few on each side of the street, and sometimes bridges would cross the road where trains would travel rapidly, taking their passengers to various locations throughout the city. A minute or two later, the scenery had drastically changed: a solid row of buildings lined up on the left side of the road and stretched as far as the eye could see. On the right-hand side was a lush, beautifully landscaped area that was impressively large, and this was our first peek at the place known as Central Park.
Vicki and I were struck by the number of people who were out and about; it was barely ten in the morning, and the sidewalks were already crowded with all types of people, some walking alone, others holding onto multiple leashes as the professional dog walkers were out and about with their canine clients.
Our cab soon made a left-hand turn and went deep into the city. Huge skyscrapers stood on either side of us; it was like we had entered into some sort of urban canyon. Very quickly, we were surrounded by brightly lit signs that blared out messages into the light of day: we had arrived at Times Square.
The taxi driver navigated to the right side of the street and parked; we were sitting in front of our hotel. Since I had paid for everything using the in-car credit card machine, all we had to do was get out of the cab, retrieve our luggage from the trunk, and head into the hotel.
We checked in, went up to our room, and sat our luggage down. It was still early in the day, so instead of engaging in cousin sex right away, we decided to see some sights in our immediate area. We figured we would be here for seven nights, so there would be plenty of time for erotic fun.
We went back down to the lobby and headed out into Times Square. The number of people we saw was incredible! Even though it was not yet noon, the lights of the city shone brilliantly from the various advertising signs selling everything from Broadway shows to popular brands of vodka. We stopped by one of the many street vendors so we could have the obligatory New York hot dog. Vicki took hers plain and licked the end of the weiner seductively, drawing a little attention from those standing around. I was quite turned on seeing my cousin perform fellatio on the New York delicacy as others looked on with approval.
I loved seeing the wind whipping Vicki's dress around. It was quite obvious my sexy cousin had not worn underwear, and she was enjoying being the object of attention from the others on the NYC sidewalk.
We stopped by a few stores to do some window shopping, watched a few street performers, and just a couple of avenues over, we found ourselves in Hell's Kitchen. Seeing the various restaurants, we settled on a place that specialized in brick-oven pizzas, and we enjoyed the best pizza we had ever had! It was smothered in bacon, sausage, and mozzarella, and we washed it all down with a glass of Pinot Noir.
It was getting late in the afternoon, so we decided to head back to the hotel and go to the bar for a few drinks before we headed up to our room.
Once in the bar, Vicki and I chose a table near the edge of the room so that we could have a good view of the people around us. The waitress came over to take our drink orders; Vicki had a Bloody Mary, and I ordered a Sex on the Beach.
While we enjoyed our drinks, we looked around at the other people in the bar. "You think any of them are swingers?" Vicki asked.
I scanned the room looking for potential playmates. "Kind of hard to tell," I said.
