“Fucking shitty day this will be!” , I uttered rather loudly as I settled on the backseat of the cab looking down at myself.
I couldn't show up at the meeting looking that way, but I couldn't miss the meeting either. So I decided to try and save my appearance while the cab slithered through the jammed traffic, seeming mostly stationary.
The knee length skirt wrapped tightly over my thighs dripping water along my pantyhose covered legs. My white office shirt was quite transparent now, and hanging heavy over my torso, causing my pink bra to show, and as I gawked outside, my hands worked hard to keep the cleavage decent.
People were running or taking cover from the rain. Cars were squeezing into the lanes as if crazed by the weather, cuddling against each other. I smiled picturing a large SUV offering comfort to the short Mini Cooper beside it and I began to relax letting myself get lulled into a soft peaceful state by the noise of the horns and engines humming all around.
I leaned back in my seat with eyes half closed picturing myself making excuses for being so late to my first important meeting, my boss smiling at me with indulgence and me taking over the meeting, dominating the elderly figures gathered there for financial advice.
Suddenly, I noticed a pair of dark eyes in the rear-view mirror, peering at me intently and a wave of realization hit me. My cheeks flared up with embarrassment as my thighs pressed together before I scooted over to the side of the backseat pointing my gaze to a window shop, anything to pretend the cab driver didn't just peek between my legs.
I rarely wear skirts, and with good reason. I tend to forget myself and behave as if I am wearing my usual jeans or dark office pants. It's a vicious circle, I know.
My fingers ran over my wet hair, it was already starting to curl up because of the rain and as I squeezed, it dripped over my cleavage, the cold sensation taking me by surprise, I gasped and again looked down at myself. If my hair was soaked my makeup was surely ruined. I ran a finger under my eyes and it was black with my mascara.
Panic was beginning to take over me again. I definitely couldn't show up at work like this! My hands opened my purse and fervently searched for my pocket mirror and makeup kit.
“Fuck! This is just great!”, I snapped uttering under my breath, scorning my purse for not containing the much needed beautifying tools.
I slammed my purse shut, causing it to slip from my wet fingers to the floor of the cab. I stared at it for a moment as if trying to decide whether it was even worth the effort of picking up. Eventually I reached for it, and at that moment the cab driver stepped on the break causing me to bump my head on the seat in front. I could feel my temper raising, this was not my day and as my fingers clenched on the purse I straightened glaring in the direction of the cab driver.
My mouth opened to spur out a shit load of insults.
But there it was. The dark hazel gaze, intense and mesmerizing, strangely familiar and comforting. The driver was turned toward me, smiling.
“Are you alright, lovely?”, he said in a smooth voice.
I nodded and, despite myself, smiled, and I’m pretty sure I continued to nod and smile dumbly even after he had turned his attention back to the suffocating traffic. Suddenly I felt embarrassed for everything. My constant whining swears, my anger, and strangely, even for my abrupt state of calm and fascination for the cab driver as I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I didn’t actually get to look at his face, all I remembered were the eyes and the curled up thin lips.
So I found myself studying him, trying to catch a glimpse of his features, as he maneuvered the cab through the columns of cars. I absorbed every detail. His roman straight nose giving his profile a strange air of nobility, his powerful jaw clutching before he licked his thin, well-defined lips, as he turned the wheel, his short dark hair being swept back by his strong long fingers.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get there in no time.” he spoke, glancing in my direction and the smile reappeared on his lips.
His soothing voice engulfed me and stole another dumb smile from my lips. I felt intoxicated and so I averted my gaze from him struggling to swallow my spit as my throat felt sore and petrified by overwhelming emotions. My mind soon gave life to the picture I made of him and I imagined him facing me, his hands groping my body shamelessly, his breath falling over my face before he kissed me deeply, invading my mouth with his tongue. And I shuddered, unwillingly looking back at the driver.
I watched lost in my fantasies as his long fingers reached for the meter and I barely payed attention as he told me the price of the fair. I moved without much awareness, struggling to compose myself, and I took out the money to pay him. Our fingers touched as I handed him the bills and it felt electric. Not waiting for him to give me the change, I virtually leaped out of the cab and headed straight for the office building across the plaza.
Work, I was going to work. But first a small detour to the bathroom. I looked like a model shooting the “I Dare You to Take Me Seriously” collection. Only thing missing was a glass table with some coke lines on it.
I tried to gussy up the best I could, making my face somewhat presentable and used the hand dryer trying to fix my shirt. The dryer was near the entrance door, so anyone entering would first get to see me. Yet I was fairly comfortable with me wearing only my bra as I held my shirt to the dryer, but I felt removing my skirt to do the same, would be pushing my luck since the bathrooms were coed and at any moment, any man in my office could simply walk in.
I felt I was done with the shirt so I turned and bent, keeping my bottom in the path of the warm air coming out of the dryer.
Suddenly the door opened and I screamed startled and straightened abruptly causing my high heels to slip on the wet floor and I fell right on my butt, a crack resonating in the room. I put my shirt over my full round breasts covered only by the wet bra and let out a sigh of despair. The seam to the slit at the back of my skirt had surely ripped in the fall.
“You’re twenty minutes late already.”
The cold voice of my boss reached me and I looked up at him feeling my cheeks burning and eyes filling with tears.
“I-I..I know. I’m sorry.” , I uttered faintly.
He looked over me and with the sigh one would let out when dealing with a pesky kid they’d rather ignore, he leaned and picked me up by my shoulders with surprising ease. My heels resonated in the bathroom as I tried to stand on my own and he pulled on the back of my skirt.
“At least your ass isn’t showing... not unless you walk, I’m sure.” he spoke rather angrily and I could feel his disappointment crushing me as his reprove went on.
“Try waking up on time from now on.”
He stepped around me and pulled on the strap of my bra a bit before letting it lash back at my skin. His mockery was evident and I averted my gaze feeling an odd mix of anger, frustration and shame.
“Do you mind?” I asked raising the shirt against my breasts a bit as if to point out to him I needed to get dressed.
He looked at me for what seemed like forever. I didn’t want to meet his cold gaze, I didn’t want him there. I didn’t want me there, either.
“Take the day off.”
His words reached me before he left the bathroom. A wave of relief and gratitude washed over me and I pulled on my shirt and checked the skirt in the mirror. He was right. Part of my butt cheeks could be seen through the slit of my skirt when I took larger steps. So I left the office with short quick footsteps, trying not to force my skirt to open it’s slit more than necessary, as inquisitive gazes accompanied me to the elevator.
Once I exited the building the bright summer day greeted me with a clear sky, the rain had stopped with perfect timing, just when I had stopped caring. I wanted to run, nowhere in particular, just run. My legs twitched tensed and I censored my strange urge as I crossed the plaza to the main street.
Looking for a cab with what I’m sure was an empty gaze, just as I was feeling, I spotted one parked near the sidewalk a few feet away. I approached only to realize there was no driver inside. I turned abruptly and felt a wave of hot liquid splashing over my chest and pouring over my body. It was some one's coffee and the last straw for me.
“Fucking asshole! Don’t you look where you’re-”, I scorned looking up to the man, but ended up swallowing my own words.
I was greeted by the dark intense gaze and the indulgent warm smile of the cab driver. He was holding a half full coffee cup and his shirt was also stained with the hot liquid.
“Still a fucking shitty day?”, he asked peering at me, his smile broadening as I laughed a bit at his question.
“Oh, it’s that bad, then?” , he concluded playfully, stepping back chuckling. His eyes ran over my stained clothes and awkward appearance.
I felt ashamed and placed an arm over my chest grabbing my shoulder and looking to my side. I soon realized I was staring at the empty cab, as his question reached me.
“Where would you like to go?”
I looked back to him only to meet his piercing dark gaze that felt was going right through my mind and soul, clouding everything else around me.
“Where would you like to take me?”, I heard myself ask back.
He tilted his head, probably not expecting my question and after a moment, he walked to the cab and opened the front door for me. I slipped inside the car and watched as he went around it and took off the TAXI sign from the hood, letting it drop on the floor in the back as he took his driver’s seat. He placed the coffee cup in a cup holder and started up the car.
“Seat belt, lovely.”, he spoke lowly in his smooth voice.
I complied pulling the belt over my wet chest that was now heaving with excitement, yet an odd peace had taken over my mind and I found with surprise I didn’t want to ask where we were going. I felt tired and relished the silence between us as he drove both of us away. Away from my life, away from the routine and the tension. I sighed and closed my eyes letting my mind wonder aimlessly.
The car stopped and I opened my eyes looking outside. We were on a narrow street with houses on each side, a fairly nice neighbourhood I had visited only once before, when I had been looking for a place to rent. It proved to be out of my price range.
He pulled the hand break and I could feel him eyeing me. Suddenly the reality of my situation hit me. I was in a stranger’s car, alone, and best case scenario, we were at his place. God, he could do anything to me!... I looked at him as I felt the fear creeping over my back causing me to shudder. His dark gaze greeted mine and he smiled extending a hand to my face where he tucked my curly wild hair behind my ear.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes.”, he stated simply in his smooth voice.
The intimacy of his gesture and the bluntness in his words heightened my fear and as he leaned closer to me, keeping his palm over my cheek, I held my breath realizing I wanted him. I felt my groin burning, the sweet wetness between my legs giving me a tickling, yet warm sensation. My fear was filled with anticipation and lust and I acted in the spur of the moment leaning toward him, my lips parting readying for the kiss.
Yet I heard him unbuckle my seat belt and felt his thumb pressing over my parted lips as he leaned back. I watched perplexed as he got out of the car and went around it to open the door for me.
His home was well kept, roomy, yet modest in decoration. The living area also included the kitchen and a dinning table. He urged me to sit on one of the high stools and poured some milk in a glass. I held back a smile as he also offered me cookies from a box. I kept my eyes on him the whole time and realized his face discreetly bared the marks of a man in his early 40’s.
“Excuse me a moment, lovely.”, he said walking to a small hallway that probably led to other rooms of the house.
I nibbled on the cookies gradually giving in to my hunger and pondered the fact that he was almost twenty years older than me. Maybe he had no interest in me. Maybe I wasn’t even a woman in his eyes. I stared at the cookies and milk and found that the image spoke for itself.
Suddenly I lost my appetite and turned in the stool looking around. A wide screen T.V., a game console and some poorly hidden porn magazines caught my eye and caused me to snicker .
“The stereotypical bachelor then.”
He returned holding a large towel and a dark green shirt. I ran my fingers over the fabric of the shirt as he set them into my lap, wondering whether the shirt would be long enough to cover my lower back. I looked up at him and seeing he was so tall I figured it would.
I, then, realized his hand was over mine in my lap and his other extended to my cheek. He leaned, at least I thought he did, as my mind seemed to melt into my desire to kiss him. I was going to steal the touch of his lips, this time and then, he could reject me, I didn’t care. But, that was really, not my day.
As I leaned toward him I sneezed, my head turning right to his hand at my cheek. My eyes were closed tight and I didn’t want to open them. I felt my cheeks blush and my throat clenching to the point of hurt. I lowered my head and his warm breath fell over my cheek, the closeness causing me to tense on the stool.
“The bathroom is to your left.”, came his soft words that ended with a peck at my cheek.
I felt him lean away from me and I jumped off the stool looking to my left where I saw a white door. I crossed the room with large steps, hurrying toward the privacy that lied behind it, the seam of my skirt tearing more with every step I took.
I undressed as if the clothes were cursed and perhaps they had been, by the way things worked out. There was no tub, only a shower cabin and as I turned on the water to adjust the temperature I looked to the sink and noticed there were only men’s products there. A veritable manly lair and I was allowed into it.
I shook my head at my own silly thoughts and climbed into the shower sliding the door behind. I washed thoroughly and let my mind wonder to other silly thoughts. Maybe he had a peek hole and was enjoying the show I was offering him. Maybe he was just feeling sorry for me and was being polite. Maybe he was in his bedroom taking his bondage toys out of their box. Maybe he... I jumped startled and turned off the water sliding open the shower door as I listened carefully.
I had thought I heard his voice and maybe a knock. In a heartbeat the door swung open and he looked right at me raising his brows as I let out an involuntary yelp and my wet fingers gripped the shower door to pull on it, only to slip right off.
“What are you doing?!”, I yelled at him as my hands tried to cover my body best they could.
He smiled and entered the bathroom that was still resonating with my screamed question. He closed the door behind him and took the towel holding it up to let it unfold as he approached me.
“You didn’t answer me.”, he said in his smooth calm voice.
I was lost in his constant gaze that briefly went over my naked body before it settled on my face. I felt ashamed for raising my voice at him and I spoke softer now, though not exactly thinking my words through.
“W-What was the question...?”
He wrapped the towel around me, his arms embracing me as a consequence and I greeted his closeness to my naked body with a gasp.
“You’ve been in here for some time now and I became concerned.”, he said as his hands began to rub over my back in a smooth motion causing it to arch and me to press my breasts against him.
“Or... I grew rather impatient...”, he whispered causing his lips to brush against mine.
His eyes were still peering into mine, the darkness in them making me feel as if I was about to fall into a deep abyss, his arms though tightened around me, keeping me grounded.
“I’m not sure which... Perhaps both.”, he added before he pressed his lips over mine tenderly.
His whisper still bounced off the naked walls of the bathroom, and I let out a moan to accompany his words as I took in his fragrance, my first taste of him, sweet and salty, intense and new, yet also familiar and comforting. His tongue sought to enter my mouth and I parted my lips more against his, greeting him with the wet tip of my tongue.
We kissed deeply and hungrily, gradually giving into our senses as I found myself rubbing my pelvis against his thigh through the rough fabric of the towel. His hands slid away from my back and let the towel drop from my shoulders which he then caressed. I lost myself in his arms and was soon running my hands through his hair as my arms wrapped around his neck. His tongue became more intrusive and daring as it stroke against mine penetrating more of my mouth, collecting my spit and taking it back to his mouth as his lips closed a bit kissing mine.
I responded with the same desire and as my tongue slid into his mouth he suckled at it gently for a bit. I let out a slight moan and we continued to kiss as I felt his body lean away from mine pulling the towel from between us. A soft sound as it landed on the bathroom floor and he pushed himself against my exposed body urging me to step back until I was leaning on the cold wet wall in the shower cabin.
His fingertips ran over my neck and down to my breast, rubbing against my nipple as it started to harden more with every teasing stroke. The chilling sensation from the wall pressed on my back caused me to whimper a bit and he broke the kiss biting at my lower lip and pulling a bit.
His lips turned their attention to the sensible skin at my neck, his teeth grazing along it and down as he was gradually approaching my breast. His fingers pinched at my nipple a bit and his tongue slid over my other nipple licking in circles before he started to suckle on it. My knees trembled and I kept my hands in his hair caressing, tugging at it a bit as I felt his teeth press over my swollen nipple.
I was getting lost in his gestures, yet the cold wall against my back was gradually bringing me back. What was I doing? Why did he have so much power over me and my body? I didn’t even know his name! Maybe I shouldn’t rush into anything.
“It’s too fast...”, I uttered breathlessly looking down at him, seeking to meet his gaze.
He gave my nipple a last lick before straightening to face me, his smile there, warm and tender, along with his intense gaze.
“It is fast, and reckless...”, he whispered,kissing my lips tenderly after each word. “Unexpected and...foolish...”, he continued as his hand moved over my breast fondling it and he also ran a finger other the soft warm folds of my pussy, which caused me to whimper against his lips and my shivering back to press harder against the wall.