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My fantasy continues...

...back in the cab, you ask me what went on upstairs and I simply say "you will find out later". I take a deep breath and let out a very satisfying moan. I take your hand and guide it up my skirt and take you by the back of the head and grab a hand full of hair as I burry your face between my beautiful tits that are overflowing from my blouse.

I direct the cab driver to take us to a cocktail lounge that is at least a 20min drive away, I tell him to take his time.

You proceed to hike up my skirt, and I remove my panties. I straddle you right there in the back of the cab, you can feel my heat and wetness right through your pants. You look over my shoulder to see if the cabby is watching. "You know he is" I whisper in your ear....your erection grows even bigger.

Knowing the cabbie is watching you lift up my skirt to reveal my supple, round ass. You grab ahold with both hands, you squeeze me in tight and then slap it as hard as you can. You tell me that is for being a naughty girl. I tell you that was not nearly hard enough for all the bad I have gotten into tonight. Now you are really curious what I have done.

I ask the cab driver if the CCTV works. He says it broke down a couple of days ago. I tell him that's a shame because I need him to keep his eyes on the road at least part of the time and if the CCTV was working he'd have something to watch later but it's hard to carry on a conversation with him as you keep grinding on top of me. Even clothed you generate heat.

I manage to get your panties and twist them around your wrists and begin to pull you down, you slide down me, your breasts now mashed against me, I pull one of them free, teasing your nipple as it gets hard and then lift up your face and we share the first kiss of the evening, I bite your lip lightly and tell you to respond. You tell me you don't want to hurt me and I tell you I'll let you know when that happens.

I release your bound hands, tell you to put them behind your back. You do and I tie your panties tight around your wrists. In that position your breasts thrust forward. With my free hand I undo most of the buttons of your blouse. I can catch the cabbie's eyes peering in the rear view; tell him I bet he wishes his camera was working now. I roll down the window of the cab so passing drivers can see you. We pull into the lot of the quiet bar you selected, button up your blouse and walk you inside, your hands still wrapped tightly behind you.

You wonder if anyone notices....