Take a taxi

Leanne decided to play it safe and wait for a cab. She walked over the taxi rank and stood looking for a car. There was no sign of life when she heard a voice from behind her.

“You waitin’ for a taxi?” She turned and peered in a small window to see a short fat Jamaican man in a tiny office. He was slouched in a worn armchair. His gut peeking out from under his dirty white vest.

“Yes,” she replied with a smile. “I’m going to the hotel…”

“Be ‘ere in two minutes.” announced the man, cutting her off.

Leanne thanked him and waited at the side of the road. Five minutes later there was still no sign of a taxi and she turned to ask the man how long it would be when she saw him standing behind her leaning against the wall of his tiny office. He had one hand stuffed down the front of his shorts as he stared at Leanne’s hot body.

She smiled awkwardly before turning away again. She cringed as she thought of him ogling her and tugged on her kaftan, trying to cover as much of her body as she could.

“Ya can wait in me office if you wan’,” suggested the creepy guy.

“That’s okay,” replied Leanne without turning to face him. “I’m sure the taxi will be here soon.”

“Won’ be another ten minutes,” he told her. “Betta ta be outta da sun.”

Leanne was about to argue the sudden change in information when a taxi pulled up in front of her. She quickly flung the door open and jumped inside. Slamming it shut behind her before the guy had chance to say anything else. However, much to her annoyance the driver got out and began having a long discussion with the creep in his office. She stayed in the car. Preferring to be there rather anywhere near the guy.

Eventually the driver returned and she told him the name of her hotel. Twenty minutes later they should be there and she could forget all about her latest ordeal. As with her last taxi experience he seemed friendly enough, but she caught him adjusting his mirror as he tried to check her out.

Leanne crossed her bare legs tightly and pulled the kaftan against her body tightly. After a while the driver stopped talking to her. She tried asking him questions but he’d only respond in low grunts. This seemed odd and it wasn’t until they were almost at her hotel when she saw what he was doing.

As they drove along the driver was stroking his bog black cock while watching her reflection in the mirror. She couldn’t believe it. The guy was actually masturbating over her as she was sat right there.

When they reached the hotel Leanne didn’t even bother to pay. She threw open the car door and ran into the hotel.