Your taxi driver

"John!" a warm female voice beckons you into the waiting room. It belongs to a mature woman in taxi driver uniform. She smiles at you kindly, raising her arms in greeting and bowing her head slightly. You examine her figure as you saunter towards her. She stands about about 5'5" tall with a hunched posture and looks to be in her mid 40's. Straight dirty-blonde hair hangs freely and ends near her shoulders. Her uniform is neat and tidy; a white button-up office shirt and black work pants. Both garments look like they've been ironed recently. A silver company badge is pinned to her modest chest, reflecting the hospital's harsh fluorescent lights.

"Hello, I'm Jess," she introduces herself. You smile at her pleasantly.

"The hospital has covered your transit darling, please follow me and we'll get you home," she beckons for you to follow and places a supporting arm around your back to guide you.

You glance over at Nurse Coopers, who nods in confirmation. Feeling reassured, you follow the woman out of the hospital. A gleaming black Lexus sedan sits at the front of the taxi rank. The hospital must've had some extra budget to burn through, you muse. Jess opens the front passenger door for you and stands aside. You hesitate, having expected to be let into the back seat. You would've preferred some privacy to daydream about Nurse Coopers some more.

"Just so I can make sure you're alright dear," Jess insists, motioning to the front seat again.

You decide to humour her and keep Jess company, figuring you'll have plenty of time for daydreaming at home. After climbing into the front seat, Jess quickly hops into the driver's seat and begins the journey home. During the ride, you politely engage with her idle chit-chat, discussing the weather and your weekend plans.

The car bumps softly as it crosses a large bridge that spans the river near your apartment. Raised rivets connect each segment of the bridge, sending jolts up through your legs repeatedly at 1 second intervals. Without any intention, your cock stiffens in your jeans from the jostling. Mortified, you try to discreetly cover your bulge by clasping your hands in your lap. You desperately focus on calming your erection, and your head begins to ache from the strain.

"Man I really need to get some action," you think to yourself.

Jess cuts herself off mid sentence, a blank expression on her face. Still watching the road, she reaches across and places her hand on your knee. She moves your clasped hands to the side and slowly traces her hand up your thigh, before finally resting her palm on your crotch. You watch silently, too stunned to say or do anything. She gently squeezes the base of your cock through your jeans and strokes your shaft, doing her best to pleasure you as she drives.

"Wh- what are you doing!? Stop!" you exclaim.

A dull ache flashes through your skull again and Jess immediately returns her hand to the wheel. Her expression shifts back to a neutral one.

"What was I saying? Oh yes I was thinking of going to the market this Sunday because my daughter is in town and..."

Jess's voice fades into the background as you ponder what just happened. Why did this old bird just grab your dick out of nowhere? Should you call the police? Maybe you just imagined the whole thing? Your cock continues to bob away in your trousers, not having softened in the slightest.

No matter how horny you were, there's no way you'd take a run at Jess right? You sneak a sidewards glance, checking out Jess's body as she continues blathering. The mature woman is slumped comfortably in the luxurious leather seat. Her white button-up shirt shifts with each bump in the road, the fabric hanging loosely around her meagre chest.

"Nah, only if she had a bit more up top," you decide, feeling a pang of dull pain once again.

Jess's top stirs, taking on a more rounded shape. Two swelling masses shift the white fabric, pushing against the button-up from within. Your mouth drops open and your head turns to face Jess as her breasts enlarge a full cupsize. Noticing your expression, Jess frowns quizzically.

"You alright hon'?"

"Uh y-yes, sorry," you stammer.

"Almost there dear," Jess assures you.

You stealthily glance at her chest. It's definitely bigger now. Jess's breasts jostle in a way that was not noticeable previously. How was this even possible?

"Hot damn, wish I could get a better look at those things," you dream.

Wordlessly, Jess unbuttons her collar, exposing her neck and enough cleavage to be inappropriate for a professional setting. What the - was she listening to your thoughts?

"Do it back up," you think at her, this time noticing the pain in your head as you did so.

Jess buttons her shirt up in response. Holy crap, your thoughts are controlling her! Your cock throbs with excitement against your pants leg.