kaminev1985

out of the club and back up the alley to the main road. I hail a passing black cab and we climb into the seat. I give the name of a road you are unfamiliar with to the driver and we set off. You give me a questioning look, but I just smile in return, my hand rests on your knee, then slides softly up and down your thigh, each stroke venturing a little higher. You decide to lean back in your seat and enjoy the ride. The mixture of the wine you have had and the soft stroking of your thigh is making you feel relaxed. You are brought back from your thoughts when the taxi halts and I motion for you to exit the cab. I pay the driver and join you on the pavement. You look around. You