I open the window of the cab and grasp the glass which I have rolled only half way down. The glass is a much better piece of the cab to hold on to as I am having ***** with K. Her fingers have made their way very nicely up and inside me, her thumb firmly positioned on my *****. She is definitely finding her rhythm, a rhythm I must resist matching because William is stealing glances in the rearview mirror. God forbid Im caught gyrating uncontrollably as if I am a disco dancer in a cage, especially since there is no music playing in the cab. We are approaching a heavily traveled road and the traffic is increasing as we near the airport so Williams attention is directed elsewhere. He is driving like a New York cabbie now weaving in and out and between cars. While he stops and starts, K rocks and rolls me as close as Im going to get without actually cumming. My hips are barely off the seat and I grab the window tighter with one hand and hope I dont break it. I grab Ks leg with the other hoping I dont leave a mark. All of a sudden William slams on the brakes to avoid a collision, squealing the brakes and cursing loudly. Oh my gawd, a window of opportunity for me and K and she takes it, moving her fingers and thumb faster and harder. I let out a muffled scream as I climax at the exact moment William squeals the brakes and curses for a second time. All three of us are thrown forward by the braking action and I slide down the back seat all the way to the floor, Ks fingers still locked in place.

Ladies, are you alright back there? William asks apologetically . I am sorry about that. That ***** just totally cut me off, excuse my French.

K removes her fingers and begins to lick them one by one as I struggle to get back on the seat. Once again she leans over me to catch Williams eye in the mirror, thus making it even more difficult for me to crawl back up. I make another mental note to kick Ks ***** AGAIN the first chance I get. Hey, dont worry about a thing, William. Were fine back here. You did a good job of not getting us hit – that might have made us a little late. So, dont worry, you done good, dude.

Well, thank you Miss, he says. You ladies have been a very pleasant fare. Im glad it didnt take a turn for the worse. Looks like well be pulling in to your terminal here in a few minutes.

K sits back in the seat and I struggle to do the same, with no help from her, all the while trying to button the front of my shorts. She reaches for her purse and pulls out some Lifesavers, a Wet nap and a little bottle of body spray. She coats the Lifesaver with my juices still on her fingers then pops it in her mouth. She reaches behind my head and pulls me toward her for a kiss, flipping the Lifesaver from her mouth to mine. I love you, babe, she manages to say through the exchange. I watch her wipe her hands with the Wet nap thinking she will offer it to me when she finishes. She looks at me watching her and knows what I am thinking. She shakes her head and says, Uh, no. her way of punishing me for wearing panties! I make a mental note to kick Ks ***** a fourth time the first chance I get!

We pull up to the curbside check-in at Delta. William stops the cab, looks back at us and says ***** be just a second grabbing the luggage. He opens our door on his way to the trunk. As I start to leave the cab, K aims a little squirt of the body spray at my crotch then on the seat . .she knows my fear of being caught is really escalating about now and she giggles as she fills the cab with scents of A LITTLE *****. (Thats FIVE – I make a mental note to have K killed)

You go check the bags, babe, Ill take of William – just like I took care of you, she licks her lips and tosses me a wicked grin and laugh. Gawd, I am so busted -I can feel the stare of every single person milling through this terminal. They glare at me with that you-just-had-*****-didnt-you look. I know K is reveling in the fact that I am so nervous and if I had a gun I would shoot her, then everyone who is looking at me, then myself. Yea thats what Id do–kick her ***** then shoot her dead. I glance over my shoulder at her as I wait in line to check in. I see her hand William a $50 bill for a $20.00 cab ride and I read her lips as she says keep the change. I am also compelled to give the man a tip, not so much for getting us to the airport and all, but more so to keep his fat trap shut about what happened in the back seat of the cab. I was planning to pay him anyway and had money in my pocket. I walk over to him and K after Im all set to go.

Looks like some stormy weather up where you are headed, Miss, William tries to make conversation to ease the tension building in the air as the three of us stand on the curb.
Without looking at her I know K is trying to hide a smile waiting for me to do or say something. But William continues, But I think youll still GET OFF just fine.

His little emphasis on those words has me turning a deep shade of red. He grins and winks at me and without thinking I grab him and give him a hug, slipping $20 in his pocket as I thank him for the ride. I dont bother to hug or kiss K as I turn to leave, Ive had enough of her for one day.

She watches me walk away, her arms folded and that big ***** grin absolutely plastered to her face. Hey you, she yells Do you think the cab ride would make for good FAN FIC story? I turn without stopping my forward progress , flip her the bird, then smile to myself thinking (***** ADDICT). She says she will call me tonight. I turn back facing forward, wave a hand over my head like yea, whatever, and jump on the escalator which will take me to the tram which will take me to Gate B-7.

Half way up the mobile stairs I turn hoping to catch one last glimpse of K and William before they leave. I look toward the curbside check-in area and notice William leaning on the side of his cab, chatting on his cell, as if he were waiting for someone. I dont see K near the cab. When I reach the top of the escalator, I walk over to an area from which I can look down at all the airlines ticket counters. There in line at Delta, is K. I watch her approach the next agent, take out something from her purse, and hand it to him as he searches his computer.

I think she is buying a ticket, I say to myself. What the f . . .? I watch her take a paper of some kind from the agent, look it over, put it in her purse and head back to the curbside check-in. She greets William still wearing that ***** grin then hops into the front seat . I watch them drive away.

What was that all about?

I make another mental note to ask her about that when she calls later, but now I am boarding the tram and heading to Gate B-7 . . .

TBC