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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"I do have the slightest problem, though..." I confessed, bending over a little further to give him more than a glimpse of my pert little chest.
"What's up love?", the driver asked, dragging his gaze back up to my face. Apparently my "charms" were having some effect at least.
"Well... I don't exactly have any money on me, so could we make another arrangement, or something?" I knew by the cocky grin that had appeared on his face that we were both of a similar mind.
"Hop in then, I'll take you wherever you want to go", he offered.
"Just town please", I replied gratefully, sliding into the back of his car.
"Bit of a forward question, but are you on Fab, by any chance?", he asked in a casual way, not taking his eyes off the road. I blushed and cleared my throat.
"Erm, yes...", my voice trailed off.
"Why on earth would a pretty little thing like you need to be on a site like that? You look like you should be in a church choir, not keeping company like that!" he laughed.
"Let's just say I have a few kinks", I replied, catching his eye in the rear view mirror.
"And what would those be, love?", he asked.
"Well... to have sex with an older man, for once. And to do it in public, I like showing myself off. But all my boyfriends have been too vanilla for it", I explained, watching his eyes stay on mine in the mirror... |
Typical British summertime - the day had started off with brilliant sunshine, now the rain clouds were rapidly gathering and I was stuck two miles from home wearing a flimsy summer dress.
By a much needed coincidence, just at that moment a taxi with an unfamiliar company logo pulled up next to me.
"You alright love? It's not the best weather for that lovely dress", the driver commented as he leaned out of the window. I bent bent down at the window, smoothing my dress down carefully, unwillingly to flash my flimsy knickers to anyone who happened to walk past.
"I know, it is pretty horrendous!", I smiled in reply.
"Fancy a lift home love?", he asked, flitting a glance over the tight-fitting bodice of my dress - not that I could blame him, he was a man after all, although he didn't look a day under 40, but I had always preferred older men, right from my teen years. Besides, his perving eye could be an advantage for me...
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"Fancy killing two birds with one stone then?", he remarked.
"Possibly. Depends what you have in mind?", I smirked.
"Well, say we run up to Oliver's Mount, clear your lack of payment, then I'll see you home?", he offered.
"That's... definitely agreeable. One question, though?", I asked.
"Alright. As long as you'll do something in return for me?", he offered. I nodded in response.
"How old are you?", I asked.
"Erm, going on 50!" He laughed at the look of surprise on my face. "You?"
"22. I can only hope that doesn't put you off!" was my respone. His answering wink confirmed that he absolutely did not.
"Now for mine. If you like being watched so much, play with your pussy while I drive. Get it nice and wet for me", he demanded. I was already so willing and ready for him I would have followed any order he gave me.
