Chapter 49

During the ride from the airport to the hotel, Lisa was aware that the young denim clad taxi driver was watching her in his rear view mirror, looking at her full rounded, proud breasts. Lisa smiled, thinking men were all the same, always looking. Turning away from the driver, looking out the window, she opened two buttons at the top of her dress, then turned and settled back in the seat.

The driver stared now as Lisa’s rich creamy tits pushed up against the split of her dress, soft globular mounds swelling from the fabric almost to the nipples. Lisa was toying with another button, thinking about letting her breasts free to give the young driver a really good thrill, when he pulled up and stopped the cab, turning around to the beautiful blonde.

“Are we at the Hotel?” Lisa smiled at the driver.

“Not yet, miss, but I was wondering if you’d like to take a tour out to the Lake and look at the water.”

Lisa moved forward in the rear seat, leaning her arms forward on top of the front seat.

“I’ve never seen the lake before. What would it cost me to look at the water?”

“Well, miss. I could turn off the meter and go flat rate. Let’s call it fifteen dollars even.”

Lisa looked at the meter, the digits indicating $9.45, then at her watch. The time was only 6:15 in the morning and she was very tempted to take a ride to the lake.

“If it’ll only cost $15.00 total to take a ride with you to see the lake shore, then let’s go,” Lisa said, impulsive now that she had made up her mind.

“But before we go, I’d feel strange in the rear seat while you drove up front. Can I move up into the front seat like we were friends?”

“You certainly can, miss,” the driver leaped out, scrambling to open the rear door and the front right door.

Lisa slowly moved to the edge of the rear seat, her skirt sliding upwards on her thighs as she put one leg forward to get out of the back.

The driver watched her leg, her skirt pulled high enough to bare one thigh almost to the panty line, smiling back when Lisa turned her smile on him watching her leg show. She moved to the front door of the cab and slid into the seat, again showing most of her legs to the driver.

With the driver back behind the wheel, Lisa leaned back against the seat, rolling down her window, letting the air play her hair, teasing the locks against her creamy complexion as the driver accelerated along the wide street.

“Do you take many ladies for a drive along the lake?” Lisa opened two more buttons.

“Only the pretty ones,” the driver responded.

“Then you think I’m pretty?” The blonde wriggled in the seat, turning and drawing her knees up under her, facing the driver.

“I think you’re beautiful. When I saw how beautiful you were when I was first in cab line at the Airport, I couldn’t believe my luck.”

“Why thank you, kind sir,” Lisa unleashed her smile on the driver again, “It’s always nice that someone thinks I’m pretty. I think you’re handsome, too. I imagine that there’s lots of girls who try to turn you on in the cab.”

“There are some who put on a good show in the back seat for me, but none ever wanted to move up front!”

The driver turned his head, flashing her an embarrassed smile, then a double take as his eyes registered her breasts swelling out the cleavage, almost to her nipples. The cab wavered on the street as the driver recovered.

“Lady, if more of you appears out of that dress, I’ll wreck the cab for sure!”

Lisa giggled at the driver, “Then you had better find the lake very quickly because I feel like taking off all of my clothes, so you can look to your heart’s content.”

The cab drivers foot hit the fuel pedal to the floor, the cab surging forward as he ran a red light and then turned left at the next side street.

The cab rocketed along the factories lining the street, passing an occasional car, then squealed around another corner, braking at the edge of a concrete dock moving out over the water. The driver moved slowly out to the end of the dock, several hundred feet out over the water, then shut off the engine.

“Nobody can see us, we’re too far from the shoreline, and nobody comes out here,”

“Super!” Lisa giggled at the driver, “I love the dawn when the sky is so soft and getting light, don’t you?”

“My favorite time of day,” the driver shifted around to partially face Lisa.

“Now that we’re here, go right ahead and take off all your clothes!”

“Not quite so fast, my friend,” Lisa wrinkled her nose at him, “I like to go a little slow and let the fire build up first, then I like to get my clothes off, and screw.”

The driver groaned, inaudibly, “You really are something else again,” he reached down, trying to move his tight jeans into a more comfortable position where they were suddenly too tight. “Don’t pull on your pants. Let your cock grow big and then I can move it around until it has room.”

The driver leaned back against the seat, his legs out among the pedals on the floor as he stared at the creamy complexioned blonde’s hands moving again to the buttons of her dress. Lisa’s fingers toyed with the button, slipping the button through the slitted button hole, then the next button, until the row was undone to her waist. Shrugging her shoulders, her breasts springing free of the confining material of her dress to bobble and quiver in the murky dawn light.

Her nipples soft, blending into the skin until his hand touched one globe. The attacked pink nipple fairly sprung into hardness, peaking her breast to a rosy nubbin. His fingers toyed with the weight of her breast, covering the skin and weighing the fullness in his hand.

“Would you run your hand up my leg, slowly, until you can feel my panties. I like to feel a hand on my pussy through cloth. I really like to get finger fucked slowly.”

His fingers trailed under her skirt, slowly squeezing the firmness of her full thigh, feeling the softness of the inner thigh through her panty hose, testing the humidity as his fingers slowed near her crotch.

Lisa’s breathing, deep and slow, shuddered as his finger trailed over the soft hairy mound of her panty covered pubis, aware of the dampness of the girlish oils oozing from the petals of her cunt. His finger, more insistent now, pushed the silky material of her panties into the softness of her slit, moving over the swelling of her mound.

“Would you like to pull my panties and pantyhose off, so that you could really finger fuck my pussy?” Lisa’s soft voice asked her lover.

“Please,” the driver’s voice shook.

Lisa squirmed in the seat, kicking off her shoes as the driver moved over to reach up under her skirt to grasp her panties at the waist band. Her hips squirming, raising her ass so his fingers could strip off her panties and pantyhose.