The Taxi:

The Taxi: by Creamed A favourite trick of mine in earlier days, was wanking in a taxi: Late Saturday night - pretending to be a little drunk - playingwith my cock thru my pants until it rose up, and creaming a load right there beside the driver: It never drew a threateningresponse, only ever curious interest, and sometimes more. Living out of town, I drive everywhere now, but was in a position recently to try out the 'old' trick. On a recent interstate visit, I found myself running early for my return flight - hours early, and decided to go to the airport to tryfor an earlier flight. Rang a taxi, and waited in excited anticipation. When the taxi arived, the driver was Egyptian / Arab - mid 30's, dark hair curling over tan skin; lean, strong forearms,moustache..hot: I put my bag, briefcase and jacket in the back seat, and sat in front, beside the driver, and started a 45 minutedrive to the airport - beautiful warm sunny day. Traffic crawled along - stop and start; we chatted about nothing in particular; my hand found its way to my crotch, and beganto gently squeeze the bundle hanging between my legs. I looked down at the growiing bulge from time to time, as much tomake it clear to the driver that what I was doing was deliberate, as much to see how obvious the swelling cock was becoming. From the side of my eyes, I could see the drivers head turn my way, when I made an obvious arm movement, lifting my ballsor rearranging myself inside my jocks. 15 minutes of this had me pretty much worked up. I pushed my ass further down into the seat, and slipped my fingers right under my balls and gripped the whole area, squeezingand rubbing, with my cock clearly outlined down the left leg of my trousers. I (sort of ) discreetely undid my fly, and slipped a couple of fingers inside, to lift the leg of my jocks over my cock, freeing it torise up a bit more, and stroked the slit with my forefinger. When I was hard as a rock, and sticky to touch (and nearing the airport) I turned around reaching for my jacket in the backseat - making sure I gave the driver a clear view of my open fly, with cock standing up right insdide the flap of my fly. If Imoved too quickly it would have sprung out - nice bit of risk there. Pulled my jacket over and put my cell phone in the pocket, and turned the jacket inside out, with black sating lining showing,laid it over my lap, and sat back. Moved my hand under the jacket and freed my cock from the confines of the pants - makingjust enough movement for the black lining to shimmer in the sunlight, in case the driver had missed it. More gentle pulling and rubbbing and I was reaady. Brought my hand up to my mouth, and ran a wet tongue over my fingersand moved my hand back under the jacket and started to slow stroke. I didn't need the spit - I was precumming buckets bynow, but the action of lifting the hand gave me a chance to expose the stiff rod under the coat, and the movement made thedriver turn his head towards me - I wanted him to be aware of everything I was doing. When I was sure I had his attention - I started to quicken the stroke - and the jacket began to bump and jump with eachstroke. By this stage, the heart is pounding - my ears full of the sound of it: my breathing is heavy and I make sure the drivercan hear the short gasps and quiet moans. I know he is watching now, and I keep looking quickly to his crotch to see his cock swelling: No words - no contact - justturning him on....and I am...the bulge growing in his pants says it all. by now, we are stuck in traffic on the up ramp to the terminals - I haven't got much time. I go for it - trying to look like I ammaking a bad job of hiding being so turned on, and I take full length strokes that lift my jacket right off my lap. Faster - thatsticky tack tack sound - heavy breathing and making small thrusting movements with my hips. I close my eyes and just go forit like there was noone else there but me and my cock. I cum - shattering splattering gut wrenching orgasm - I slow the strokes down but still pull, milking every drop out of my cock -shaking and tensing at the same time. At the very moment I cum, the driver says - well we made it - here we are: Nothingelse is said, I put my sticky wet hand into my pants pocket to fish out a $50 for the driver, making sure he gets a look at mystill stiff cock dripping wet under the jacket that lifts up as I raise my hips to get at my pocket. I get out of the car, trying tokeep my jacket against my cock which is still waving thru my fly, while I get my bags from the back seat. As I get my act together on the sidewalk, the taxi is still sittin there, and the driver has his hand on his crotch, so I let the jacketlose to flash him my still hard cock - trying to make it still look like an accident. Fun and games - it still works - I still wank over the memery of doing it - it still gives me a hard on writing about it. More to come if you are interested : creamed@hotmail.com