Lena stepped out of the bar into the humid night, her black dress sticking to her full curves. The hem barely covered the tops of her thick thighs, and her heavy breasts strained against the low neckline. She had only gone in for one drink after a long week, but the music, the heat, and the way men kept staring at her ass had left her restless and aching between her legs.
She raised her hand for a taxi when a deep voice spoke behind her.
“Mind if we share? The app says twenty minutes for the next one.”
She turned. He was tall, broad, with dark hair falling over his forehead and a jaw sharp enough to cut. His shirt was open at the collar, showing a hint of ink on his chest. Their eyes locked for a second too long.
“Sure,” she said, voice a little breathy.
The yellow taxi pulled up. Len
