The cab ride home felt endless. Lena sat in the back seat, legs slightly parted, the short hem of her tight dress riding high on her thighs. It was past 1 AM, and the city streets were mostly empty. Her date tonight had been a complete waste, a boring man who talked about himself endlessly and left her frustrated and horny. The alcohol in her system only amplified the throbbing ache between her legs.
The cab driver, Marcus, was a rugged man in his late 30s with strong, veined hands on the wheel, broad shoulders, and a quiet intensity. He kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror. Lena smiled to herself. She was going to give him something to remember.
She shifted in her seat, deliberately spreading her legs wider. The dress slid up further, revealing her panties underneath. Marcus’s ey
