“Where would you go, ma’am?” The cab guy asked as Lolade hopped into the back of his taxi.
“Travel Inn, Toyin,” she returned, giving the cab guy a once-over. He was quite young to her taste. She’d waited at the stop in front of her street for nearly thirty minutes trying to find the right cab. It would strike the everyday mind as ludicrous, but Lolade needed whoever the driver would be to be a certain way for the things she intended.
When she sighted this taxi approaching from a distance, she felt in her soul he would be just what she was waiting for. He was youthful and full of life, the sort of dude that would be down for about whatever.
“N5500,” the cab guy uttered in a low tone.
“Let’s go,” Lolade replied. It shook him she did not haggle a kobo down the fare, but other thoughts occupied her little head at the time.
As she settled in to the back, she designed that her skimpy dress was hiked up almost up to her crotch. Her thighs, fair and succulent looking, were open to view, purposively.
For a length of time, the driver distractedly kept lifting his eyes to the rearview mirror trying to steal a look. She knew this would happen. It was in plan.
Slowly, Lolade began opening and closing her thighs in the most seductive fashion imaginable to man. The cabbie at this juncture cut out the chase and got to shifting the mirror down for an ampler view.
He cleared his throat as Lolade ran her slender fingers up and down her silken thighs.
“Is anything the problem?” she asked him.
“No, ma’am, it’s all good,” he returned, in his deep voice.
She saw him move his hand quickly over his own cock, adjusting his own erection within his trousers. Her aim was well set off abroach.
She then moved her hand from her thigh to between her legs as she parted her thighs a little wider.
“You might want to pay attention to the road, you know,” She said to Tue cabbie, teasing his senses to insanity.
He cleared his throat again nervously and faced front, appearing to concentrate on the road, while his mind sat behind with Lolade.
As soon as the cab guy stopped at the next traffic light spot, Lolade parted her thighs even wider, slid her panties to the side, and her finger into her cunt. She claimed his begging eyes in the mirror and smiled at him, devilishly.
He cleared his throat yet again, managing a smile laden with want, praying today be one of the best of his life yet.
The journey took almost two heavy hours, oppressed with sheer desire. Two hours of maddening teasing between the cabbie and his passenger.
She would lick and bite her full red lips and wink at him evilly as she slid her hands sensually between her legs.
Finally, he came to a stop at a nearly deserted street.
“Stop here. Changed my mind. I want to reach some other place now before Travel Inn.” She said, rather urgently.
“Come get the door for me, will ya?”
“Oh, of course, ma’am,” he responded, leaping out of the cab a duteous workman.
Soon as the cabbie turned around to go open her the door, Lolade hiked up her dress up completely, to the delicious spectacle that was her pubic hair. When he opened the door, she held his hand and pulled him inside the backseat with her.
“Don’t you want to touch it?” She teased, rubbing her hand on her pussy.
The cabbie was confounded. Lolade then grabbed his shivering hand and pushed it toward her dampness.
She lay down on the backseat and with legs wide open, urged, “Fix me quickly, before someone catches sight of us.”
The cab guy, still shaking, but now with mere anticipation, not the momentary fright as before, unzippered his jeans, pulled out his dick and shoved it into her hungrily.
She screamed involuntarily, grabbing him by his shoulders as he entered her so. Lolade anticipated that he was excited enough for him not to last in her so long so they could be seen, and was quite relieved when, in no time at all, he began throbbing inside of her, shuddering.
He was pounding her hard and grunting under heavy breaths. When he seemed to be going a while, she grabbed her own titties and began to squeeze them hard through her dress, moaning uncontrollably.
“Fuck me harder! Get this pussy! Get this wet pussy!” she screamed. His fierce thrusts became even more desperate now. The cabbie rammed away harder and harder until he froze and groaned loud like a wounded beast, shooting his cum into her fuckhole.
Soon as he got up from her, Lolade quickly got tissue paper from her bag and cleaned up, then neatened up again. He also zipped back up and they both got out of the car.
“Well, was that worth the fare?” she asked, pure mischief glinting in her eyes.
The cabbie puckered, slow in following, then, catching what she meant there after a moment, smiled; “It was sure a good time, sweetheart, but I’ll have my money now if you please, ma’am, pardon me.”
Lolade seemed confused now, puckering her face worse, nearing to cry, when the cabbie burst out laughing: “It’s all right. A pound of flesh was well worth the fare, ma’am. You may go.”
“Oh, you had me, cabbie!” She exhaled a sigh of relief and disappeared into the nearest street in the inside of a blink.
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