Ships That Pass in the Night

In 1989, I was working in a factory and, although the pay was good for where we lived, there was little money left over at the end of the week for those little things that made life so enjoyable so my wife and I agreed that, for a short while, I would work part time driving a taxi.

It was the days before deregulation so the number of cabs on the road was restricted by the local authority and, unlike modern uber drivers, I actually passed the local hackey test and had the appropriate police and medical checks.

I worked Friday and Saturday evenings and still had saturday afternoons and all day Sunday with my family but it was a steep learning curve and I quickly realised why so few potential cabbies fell by the wayside after a few weeks as, in those first weeks, I had several runners and aggressive encounters and basically obnoxious people but I was big and stubborn and soon lost my naivety.

In 1990, something devastating happened and it changed my life forever. I won't go into any more detail about it than to say that I felt like everything had to change. We sold our house and bought another, bigger one, just five miles away and I quit my job in the factory.

If you've ever worked on a production line then you'll know that the only way to keep up is to completely switch off from what you're doing and, the moment that you think about what comes next, you're lost so, in effect, you become the automaton that eventually replaces you. The result of this is that your mind wanders; if you're lucky, you have a group of people around you that you get on with and can spend a lot of time talking trivia but, an eight hour day shift or ten hour night shift leaves you plenty of time to dwell on your problems so it was either leave or go insane.

That's how I became a full time cab driver and, although the hours were longer and the rewards less, it worked well for me as having to have a degree of concentration on the road and the chattering of passengers was enough to distract me for most of the time although I'm not sure that the long hours were really beneficial to my homelife. Swings and roundabouts.

The majority of the people that I picked up were instantly forgettable, mainly people going to and from pubs and restaurants and those returning from work or late shopping trips, but some became so familiar that they almost became friends and I was constantly amazed by how open some would be with a comparative stranger but maybe that was why they felt that they could be so open.

To be honest, people changed during the thirty years that I drove a cab, it became the 'ME' society with everyone constantly taking photos of themselves as if the world cared, young women became even more vain, shrill and self obsessed and young guys continued to think that their best football shirt and bell end haircut made them god's gift to women.

I've got dozens of anecdotes about those thirty years; some funny, some shocking, some violent and some just plain bizarre but, of course, the ones I want to talk about are the naughty ones.

It was Saturday night, or rather Sunday morning and our local nightclub was about to spew out the usual motley crew of drunks. I'd work my way to the front of the rank and I was watching for who would approach my cab.

I'd been doing the job long enough to be able to spot an arsehole by their expression and the way that they walked and I was always ready to turn away anyone that looked in the least way dodgy ( better to get the unpleasantness out of the way early rather than in some remote country lane ).

The door opened and a woman stepped outside and paused on the doorstep, looking left and right as if expecting to see someone and this gave me time to observe her quite closely and she looked distinctly out of place coming out of such a meat market. She was about five feet five or six, mid thirties, slim with a pretty face but her shoulder length brunette hair and makeup looked far too perfect to have presumably spent several hours in a sweaty disco and her navy blue jacket and knee length skirt looked more like she'd come out of a boardroom meeting instead of a sticky carpet nightclub.

She looked up and down several times before strolling over to my car with a careful, unhurried stride and, pausing at my passenger window, she asked me if I could take her about twenty miles and, of course, I said "Yes".

She slid into the front passenger seat and her skirt rose an inch or so above her knee and I felt a surprising little thrill at the sight of so little nylon covered leg. She didn't volunteer who she'd been looking for and I didn't ask but she did ask the usual cab questions of 'Have you been busy' and 'When do you finish'. I'd been asked that thousands of times but it never worried me because I knew that it was shorthand for 'I want to talk' so I told her that it had been ok and that, because of the distance I was taking her, I'd probably go straight home after dropping her off.

We shared some more small talk during which she told me that she didn't live locally and was actually visiting her parents for the weekend. We arrived in a fairly well to do area with stone walls that were at least seven feet high and driveways that were at least a hundred yards apart so, even though I couldn't see any of the houses, I knew that they'd be impressive.

She asked me to park away from the house she was going to and to turn off the engine in order to avoid disturbing her parents as she reached for her purse to pay the fare. She again asked when I was finishing and, once again, I replied that I'd be going home after this. She then asked if I'd like to 'come inside for a bit' and my dick instantly saluted that suggestion and I failed miserably not to sound over eager as I replied that I'd love to come in 'for a bit'.

The house had a very steep drive that opened up into a large paved courtyard and the large stone wall outside turned out to be a retaining wall giving the house what I suppose, in daylight, would be a panoramic view. The house was a large, two storey modern house with a double garage but there were two cars parked outside the garage. Those cars were a seven seater people carrier and a two seater sports car which made me instantly suspect that this wasn't the home of two frail pensioners who shouldn't be disturbed but that suspicion didn't make me any less keen to carry on.

She paused at the front door and, once again, in a hushed tone, she warned me to be quite before opening the door and leading me inside. She quietly eased the door closed and we were left in total darkness. I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face but I could just make out the sound of her moving ahead of me and I followed behind with my arms stretched out like Frankenstein's monster as I groped my way along but, even so, I managed to stumble into a small table and started something rattling alarmingly loud.

I felt like a burglar as I stumbled along and, with every tiny step, I expected someone to burst out of the gloom. I reached a staircase and was able to hold onto the banister giving me a sort of sense of security as I cautiously climbed the stairs. My heart was hammering in my chest and I realised that I was holding my breath but it was also both strangely exciting and terrifying.

I reached the landing and I almost jumped out of my skin as my groping hands came in contact with my new friend's arm as she waited for me in silence. She opened a door and we stepped inside a darkened room. She softly closed the door and the sudden glare as she switched on the light was almost blinding and, as my eyes became accustomed to the harsh light, I found that we were in a fair sized bedroom but it was obvious by how basically it was furnished and its total lack of personal items that it wasn't in regular use.

I'd lost my erection during my blind stumble through the house but it reared up again as, without glancing in my direction, she removed her jacket and draped it over the back of a chair then, still acting as though I wasn't there, she slowly unbuttoned her white, satin blouse and placed it on top of her jacket revealing a black satin bra.

She never once turned to face me and kept her back or side towards me as she reached for the zip at her hip and let her skirt fall to her ankles before stepping out of it, scooping it up and carefully folding it before placing it on the seat of the chair.

I could feel my heart thudding and my face flushing and I almost felt like a Peeping Tom as I watched her slow disrobing. She straightened up and remained motionless for a moment as she stood in her matching black bra, knickers and suspender belt complete with tan stockings then, still ignoring me she raised a foot to the chair seat and unfastened the buckle at the side of her glossy black shoe and, in that moment, I caught a heart stoppingly illicit glimpse of the adulterous gold bands on her left ring finger.

She removed the second shoe and carefully placed them both beneath the chair. She then reached for the front clip holding the stocking on her left leg and I wanted to stop her but I was afraid that, if I spoke, I'd break the spell so I remained silent and watched as she slowly slid the stockings off her legs, sensually stroking the length of both legs several times before casually casting the balled nylons aside.

She unclipped her suspender belt and, turning her back completely on me, she placed it on the dressing table and my eyes were drawn to the twin dimples above the waistband of her knickers and I told myself that I'd definitely kiss both of them.

Still with her back to me, she reached behind herself to open the fastening on her bra and it was only at that moment that I realised that I'd been so engrossed in her slow striptease that I was gently stroking my cock and still completely clothed.

I frantically tore off my clothing, dropping everything in a heap by the bed and I was completely naked by the time that she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and began slowly inching them down. She paused with her knickers just below the cheeks of her bum and I thought 'you've definitely done this before' as I gazed in awe and my prick nodded up and down in appreciation.

She stooped to drop her knickers and I held my breath as I expected to see her mons peep out from between her thighs but she let her knickers drop from her knees and quickly straightened up, denying me even the slightest glimpse.

She turned and finally I saw her full breasts with their dark nipples and the neatly trimmed triangle of fur above her cunt but I didn't get long to admire the view as, still not looking in my direction, she walked over and stretched out on top of the double bed with her legs spread wide in an obvious invitation.

I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame but, when I leant over to touch and kiss her breasts, she grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me on top of her and, for the first time, she looked into my eyes. I'm not sure how to describe the expression on her face; it was a sort of combination of contempt and challenge or maybe disinterest but that's not quite right either.

If it was a challenge, I was up for it and, taking hold of my rigid dick, I dragged its head along the furrow of her cunt three or for times before positioning it at the entrance to her hole and pausing, staring back into her eyes with what I hoped was as determined a look as she had. I eased the head in and was gratified to see her eyes close as we moaned in harmony. A little adjustment and I was balls deep in her gloriously hot and wet hole then I pulled back and her eyes opened again but she'd lost that disinterested expression as she panted hard and jerked upwards trying to recapture my cock.

I paused, enjoying watching her squirm beneath me, then I thrust home with all my might, driving a groan from deep inside her. I began pounding at a furious pace, totally unconcerned about what she might want but it seemed like I was doing the right thing as she gasped and threw her head from side to side with each plunge into her. I could feel my orgasm racing up but I wasn't ready to come yet so I pulled out of her, causing her to moan in complaint, as I rolled her onto her stomach.

She immediately took the hint and rose to her hands and knees and, as I lined up my prick to enter her, she thrust her bum back against me, impatient to be entered again. I took hold of her hips and lunged into her and her groan was almost drowned out by the loud slap of our bodies colliding. I slammed into her again and again and the clap of flesh on flesh sounded like a round of applause getting faster and faster as she grunted with every thrust.

I had to keep shuffling up behind her as she was shoved further and further up the bed but, all too soon, I felt my orgasm approaching and I flipped her onto her back once more so that I could watch her expression as I came inside her.

I was pleased to see that she'd lost her composure and that her neck and chest were bright red and her previously immaculate hair was an unruly mess. Her mouth was gaping and she was breathing hard and her cunt was making the most obscene squishing noises as I hammered into her but then an expression of agony swept across her face as her eyes screwed shut and lines formed on her forehead as she opened her mouth in a silent scream and she thrashed about beneath me totally out of control. Her cunt gripped my cock again and again as she jerked up against me and that was enough to drive me over the edge and I plunged deep inside her and fired jet after jet of spunk into her.

I collapsed on top of her completely spent and she quickly pushed me off her and lay there with her eyes closed as she gasped for breath. I sat up and watched her as her breathing slowly returned to normal and a contented half smile spread across her lips. She looked so peaceful and contented that, if she wasn't actually asleep, she was doing an excellent impersonation. It was time to leave so I quickly put my clothes on and, when I took a final look at my sleeping partner, I saw a pearly white stream of my spunk dribbling from her hole and trickling down between the cheeks of her arse. The sight brought my prick back to attention and I had to fight the urge to strip off again and try for round two but it was definitely time to go.

It was only as I reached for the door handle, that I wondered what I'd find on the other side. Would her husband be waiting there? Light spilled out across the landing but there was no one there so I quietly eased the door closed and dragged my hand along the wall as I shuffled towards the stairs. I had the unnerving feeling that someone was just two steps behind me as I made it downstairs and along the hallway without bumping into the table and, after fumbling for a moment, I found the door latch and heaved a sigh of relief as I stepped out of the house, quietly closing the door behind me.

I stepped out into the cool night air but, even though I could now see where I was going, I still had that prickly feeling at the back of my neck as if someone was watching or following me. I tried keeping to the shadows and suddenly burst out laughing as I realised how ridiculous and suspicious I looked but, all the same, it felt good to be back in the safety of my car.

It was only then that I realised that I'd missed the opportunity to snap a few photos on my phone but what the hell. I headed for home and, as I drove, I thought about what had just happened and realised that not only did I not know what my new friend's name was but also that we hadn't spoken a word to each other after we entered the house.

There were so many unanswered questions like who was she looking for when she stepped out of the nightclub, was it her husband or a lover who'd left her standing there? And, if it was her husband, did he know that she would be bringing someone home with her or had she only decided to take someone home with her as some sort of revenge for being abandoned? And was it really her parents' house or, as I suspected, her own? i'll never know.