Nat & Felix #1 - The Cab Ride

It's hot. He's handsome. I'm horny.

We're in the crowded bus from the plane to the airport. He stands opposite me and starts to stroke with his fingers along my right inner thigh. I raise my gaze and see a wave of lust flickering through his dark, brown eyes. Our eyes lock, and we forget about the world around us. His hand crawls higher and his index finger taps my outer labia. The area between my legs is flooded by a teasing sensation, and I bend my hip forward to be closer to his fingers. I feel my heart pounding as I realize we're in public in an arabic country, and yet we can't refrain from touching each other. He senses my hip movement and raises his eyebrows, asking me to be a good girl and remain patient. I keep holding his eyes as my lips form into a roguish smile, silently telling him that I know he likes his good girl to be cheeky every once in a while.

We get off the bus, pass migrations control and catch a cab. As soon as the car sets off he puts his arm around me, pulls me closer and slides his hand under my top. I feel him massaging my breast, and the tickling between my legs lights up again. We're passing by a beautiful mosque and women wearing hijab. He smiles as he starts to squeeze my nipple with two fingers. He knows exactly what he does to me. My body is flooded with lust, as the arousal expands into every cell of my body. I try to keep cool on the outside, but I can't help it and lift my chest, moving closer towards his hand. We keep looking outside opposite windows as he plays with my rock hard nipple. My heart rate increases, and I try to keep my breath as calm as possible, while my pussy is swelling with lust. We're still in this damn taxi with a driver only one view into the mirror away from catching us. He now squeezes my whole breast, which is definitely visible under my white top.

I think it's time to get his party started as well. I use the moment of our driver discussing with another car to place my hand on his dick. No warning, no warm-up, I hold his piece in my hand and squeeze it. His dick immediately responds by growing harder, and I can't stop my lips from smiling. We haven't spoken a single word since we'd entered the taxi, but we know each other well enough to be sure that we both love this tension of making each other horny in a totally inappropriate place. We love to feel that we want each other, that we're wanted by each other, even when the surrounding situation is anything but adequate to follow our longing.

His breath intensifies as I keep gripping his erect dick, and when my fingers start to gently stroke his balls he leans over and whispers into my ear "Oh, Nat. I want you". This turns the light, fluttery feeling down between my legs into a burning desire. At that point I'm pretty sure my tiny lace panties won't stop my juices from dripping onto the car seat. We continue to tease each other, he intensifies massaging my boob and I stroke his dick harder. By now I'm struggling to not completely lose it, but my wet cunt is longing for his touch and I'm about to rip off my shirt and sit on his lap. Deep breath in, slowly out.. I feel my pussy pounding, my nipple going crazy under his touch and keep reminding myself of where we are: in a taxi in a very conservative country - not the best moment to get caught..

After almost drowning in another moment of lust, we remove our hands from each other - just in time for the driver to look into the mirror, informing us that we're about to arrive. My man thanks the driver and then leans over to whisper with into my ear "Nat, I'll do business down here. And when I enter my room I want my naked woman to open the door." His deep, dark voice makes me shiver. I turn my head, stare at his boner and lift my gaze as I lean over and reply in a stern tone "Felix, unless you want your that naked women in your room to be very unhappy you better bring that thing upstairs fast". I grab my bag, turn around and walk away with swinging hips, stiff nipples and a naughty smile.