A backseat performance ...

It was as if Candy and Alyssa were thinking alike. In Alyssa’s aroused state, it didn’t take any convincing from Candy that the two women should give the cabbie a show. Alyssa’s body had already shuddered with tiny bumps when Candy’s hot breath trickled across her ear. Nor did Alyssa object when Candy eased her hand between Alyssa’s legs, sliding along the inner thigh, raising Alyssa’s level of anticipation.

Alyssa leaned forward, and in a whisper that practically screamed, “Fuck me,” she spoke to the driver of the cab. “Think you can keep the cab on the road this time, without swerving. You didn’t stop by last night. Maybe I can convince you this time?”

Alyssa leaned back into the seat and scooted towards the middle, closer to Candy, and now in the view of the driver’s mirror. She let out an audible mewl that filled the cab as Candy’s hand found and stroked her wet slit.

The driver slowed the cab to a near crawl as he craned his neck and spun to eye the two beauties more closely. It was hard to take his eyes off Candy when she had hopped into his cab, her red hair quite captivating, not to mention the skin tight outfit that accentuated her curves, especially the perky double D’s that had absolutely no sag to them. However, as he twisted, he now noticed the familiar rider from the day before, his cock springing to attention recalling the events from her previous ride, not to mention her open invitation. His mouth became instantly dry, as his mind struggled to formulate something to say. The vision was completely captivating as the redhead raised Alyssa’s skirt, baring the naked pussy to his gazing eyes, and thrust her middle finger deep into the seething cauldron.

Alyssa flopped her head back and closed her eyes, giving herself over to Candy’s manipulations, finding excitement once again, in the knowledge she had an audience to her perversion. Alyssa moaned in appreciation as she raised her hips to meet Candy’s attentive fingers. Her own hands had migrated to her aching breasts, quickly freeing them from the tight fitting top, offering them up for the cabbie’s enjoyment before her fingers found her taut nipples. She began tending to them as Candy continued her playful enjoyment of Alyssa’s body.

Candy turned her head away from her playmate, her eyes sparkling with playful lust, staring at the slack-jawed driver. “Well?” Candy’s voice echoed Alyssa’s, laced with sultry sexiness that seemed to scream for a wild romp in the sack. “Do you think you can get us there in one piece? If one won’t do it for you, maybe the two of us will. I’ll warn you though; we don’t like to be kept waiting …” Candy turned her attention back to Alyssa, bringing her mouth over a distended nipple that Alyssa seemed to be offering.

Alyssa’s hand reflexively went to the back of Candy’s head, cradling it as she fed her the aching orb. Alyssa’s eyes opened long enough to shoot the driver a pleading look to please hurry. At which point he turned back and sped the cab along. He readjusted his mirror, and Alyssa was able to catch fleeting glances of his eyes as he repeatedly spied on their Sapphic activities.

Everything that happened at the club seemed to disappear as Alyssa gave herself over to her body’s pleasure. Candy was working magic on Alyssa’s body much like Lila did, but with what seemed like more experience. Candy seemed to know what buttons to push, and exactly when to push them, quickly taking her from one plateau to the next. Being with another woman was not new to Alyssa, nor was having an audience, especially the cabbie. However, the mere notion that the three of them were about to embark on a sexual escapade sent a series of electrical jolts through her that nearly caused her to explode right there on Candy’s diddling digit.

Candy sensed Alyssa’s excitement, and fueled it further. Raking her teeth over the hardened nipple as she pulled away, Candy asked, “Have you ever been with a man and another woman at the same time?” Candy was loud enough that the cabbie could eavesdrop.

Alyssa’s mind was swirling. It was hard to think straight while her body was convulsing with tiny tremors. She had been with other couples just the night before. Flashback images of being the center of attention at Madame Butterfly’s the night before filled her head as she thrust her hips forward again, trying to meet Candy’s thrusting fingers. Again, Alyssa found herself on the verge of cumming, but Candy kept the release at bay. “Sort of …” Alyssa managed to moan, gyrating her hips as Candy’s thumb thrummed across her clit.

“Sort of?”

Alyssa was struggling to formulate the words, her breaths coming in short gasps and in rapid succession. The pressing need to explode was consuming her entire being. “I … um … ooooh,” Candy had triggered another tremor. “Mmmm … was … ohmigod …” Another short circuit set off another round of explosions. “Ungh …but I wasn’t fucked by the guy.” Alyssa managed to blurt out the explanation before another series of tremors quaked her body.

“You hear that cabbie?” Candy redoubled her efforts, now pistoning her fingers in and out while increasing the pressure on Alyssa’s throbbing clit. “She needs to be fucked. She needs your cock inside this hot little pussy.”

She had done it! Candy had pushed Alyssa over the top. Alyssa’s body was thrashing wildly as the orgasm hit her hard, a huge wave crashing down over her, enveloping every inch of her, and carrying her out to sea, leaving devastation in its wake. “FUCK! YES! THAT’S IT!” Alyssa was screaming, filling the cab with her vocal cries along with the pungent smell of raw sex as she came violently on Candy’s hand.

No one was sure if Alyssa’s cry was a testament to what Candy had insinuated to the cab driver, or if it was merely a cry of her release to Candy. In either case, the tires to the taxi had chirped, and the engine revved a little faster. In less than two minutes, they were at the hotel. Candy had managed to make Alyssa somewhat presentable as the cabbie found a parking spot, rather than dropping the fare off at the front door.