We sat in silence for the first five minutes of the ride. Her phone was in her hand and I pretended not to look as she texted a name I couldn’t read.
Someone had introduced us before we left the party. We were going the same way and splitting the fare made complete sense. But conversation did not appear to be her forte. Or mine for that matter.
It wasn’t until I noticed her looking at me once or twice that I pushed my nosiness closer to the edge of rude. The flash of her screen, the brief pause as she looked out the window, and the angle in which she held her phone all offered me a glimpse of something I didn’t understand.
“I don’t even know him!” She wrote at the top. “I’ll be home in twenty.”
“That’s even better.” Someone had written back.
“Are you serious?”
“Completely.”
“Tell me again, Sir,” she had responded.
His text lingered in three blinking dots which teased me to no end. I finally tore my gaze away as she lifted the phone in response to its gentle vibration. She stared at it for a while before looking back at me, a slight blush covered her cheeks.
I didn’t turn away. She shivered.
And then she held out her phone for me to read the last message.
“Suck his cock for me, Babygirl. Now.”
Her expression was half question and half apology. But she didn’t look away as she shoved her phone into her purse. When I made no response she slid closer, and when she reached out and touched my leg I could only nod. She looked me in the eye as she slowly undid my zipper and I felt my breath catch.
As we started out over the Manhattan Bridge she leaned forward, pulled my hardening cock from my jeans, and took me into her mouth. I looked out the window wondering if the driver knew or cared, and then I bit my lip because she began to suck my cock with long deep swallows. Her slippery hand slid up and down, and it was clear that she had a purpose.
When I finally touched her, my fingers gentle in her hair, she moaned around me and paused for the briefest of seconds to look up at me with a grin. With her mouth back on me, I slid my hand down her back and over her ass until I gripped her tightly. She parted her legs and I reached under her dress unsure of everything.
“You can come in my mouth.”
Those were the first words I heard her say since we got in the car.
As we pulled into Brooklyn, two fingers now buried within her, I gasped as I felt myself growing closer to the point of no return. Somehow her legs opened in an overly explicit way, and I moved between watching her suck my cock and watching my fingers open her smooth cunt. Her hand wrapped tightly around me as she moaned one more time, and then I was done.
I held her, her body abandoned as I closed my eyes and bit my lip. I threw my head back, clenched my fingers and finally let go in her mouth as she continued to lick and suck me, swallowing everything until there was nothing left.
And yet, even after I came, after I was done and she knew it, she kept going until I nearly cried. Oversensitive and almost in pain, she continued to suck my softening cock for another minute as if to say something I didn’t fully understand.
When she finally sat up and adjusted her skirt it was with a smile that hinted at the sinister. When I thought she might say something she instead took out her phone. She wrote a quick message and then sighed when she read the response. Turning to me, she pulled her hair back and handed me the phone. She had switched from messaging to the camera and her request was clear.
Just as I snapped the picture she pursed her red lips, a drop of my come glistening in the dark light of the cab. I handed her the phone back, unsure if I should thank her or ask for her number.
Lost in her screen I instead turned away and gazed out the window, my body tender and overwhelmed.
Five minutes later she said nothing as she exited the cab.
I watched her go and when I thought she might look back, I held my breath.