Paying the Fare

I felt his erection pushing into me, how long had it been? In the months since Brian had left, I had wondered many times whether this moment would ever happen again. But all of those times while alone in bed at night, the men I pictured doing me never appeared as young as the face of the man who hovered above me, wearing a big grin. Why wouldn't he? He was getting sex that he could never have anticipated when he left home today to start his cab shift?

He was gentle and caring and his progress was in a couple of stages until his hard cock totally filled my pleasure sheath. Crazily, I had a thought of those guys that I had watched naked earlier tonight, their larger than life erections bouncing around as they gyrated for the enjoyment of a hundred screaming women. Would I have agreed to making this deal with the cab driver if my senses had not been primed within that function room filled with hot sexual tension?

What about the man that I danced with and chatted to in the nightclub? Did he have any influence on the scenario now unfolding in my bedroom? If we'd been in a quieter environment, would I have been tempted to hook up with him tonight? He was closer to me in age and quite good looking. But circumstances were such that when my cab ride ended outside my house, the earlier sexual arousals had me wet down there and anticipatory when this young man put his deal on the table.

He was only fucking me slowly in the early stages and I was content with that because the two orgasms I had enjoyed from first his finger fucking and then his going down on me, had taken the sharp urgency from my body and mind's needs. I was perfectly content to have him ride me along at his pace, feeling his confidence in every probing stroke.

Not that I wanted any of this done now that we had come this far, but I was still nervous to have a naked young man that I only met an hour ago, in my bed doing this. I lay there, being delightfully fucked, assuming now that within less than five minutes, he will have cum, and maybe in ten more, he would be leaving, the debt settled, returning to complete his cab shift in the early hours. I was sure I'd sleep well when he'd gone.

Back to reality, my body was feeling so good as I became aware another orgasm was building deep inside me. No, it surely couldn't be. I couldn't recall ever cumming three times in one night ... that just wasn't my body's natural reaction to sex and, as good as Brian had been in our younger and early married years, he never persevered so far as to give me three.

But it was now certainly going to happen ... and soon. I wrapped my legs around the back of this man's thighs to tighten and deepen his quickening thrusts. This man? My god, I didn't even know his name, what should I call him when I shout out in pleasure at the ultimate moment? My body exploded into the most powerful of tonight's three orgasms and I rode the intense pleasure to the fullest.

My head cleared to find that he had not lessened his driving strokes even for one moment through my orgasm and that contributed to another building quickly within me, almost linking where the third ended and quickly blended into the fourth. How lucky am I? If I was to find myself cashless and card-less unable to pay my fare, I couldn't have picked a better or more able young lover to steer me through my mental discomfort. It could have been a fat, sweaty slob.

As I came down from my fourth of the night, I detected that this man was indeed human and fallible. His strokes were shortening, his breathing heavier, struggling to maintain control of his fucking movements. I wasn't about to complain. His hard driving shaft was feeling so good as it slid deeply in and out of my wet passage.

Hold on, should it be feeling this good. I hadn't had a lot of sex with condoms, but I recalled that you could definitely feel a difference ... never quite as enjoyable as the real thing. Even with him sounding and looking to be on the brink, I screamed up at him, "Wait on, did you put a condom on?"

"No ... oh honey, feeling good in there ... umm, err, no, I didn't have one. Oh fuck, I'm cumming sweetheart."

"No, not inside me," I screamed, but he was too far gone, a euphoric look on his face as I felt his warm fluids painting the wall of my uterus. His head slumped into the crook of my neck, his heavy breathing and loud appreciative gasps and groans loud in my ear as I felt his climactic spasms propel more spurts of his baby-making juices into me. I was menopausal so it wasn't pregnancy that worried me but how often did he have sex with women, and how many? How had I let him enter me without wearing a condom? His foreplay had mesmerised me so much that I forgot to ensure I was protected.

He remained on top of me long after his cock had stopped spilling his seed into me. I was feeling his weight upon me and while I had enjoyed every moment of my time in bed with this young man, I was annoyed at his deception over lack of a condom. I should have been more diligent at the moment of entry, but instead I was swept up in the moment, eager to again accept a man's cock inside me.

I feared he may have dropped asleep, but eventually he lifted his head to look down on me, smiling happily. I couldn't help but return his smile, "Very nice, but you really should have told me you didn't have any condoms. That's a game-changer."

"I wouldn't have wanted to change this game. You're a very hot woman, you know."

"I'm not really, you've made me so tonight. You're really good, ever been married?"

"No, I don't think that I'm the marrying kind."

"A pity, you'd make some woman very happy."

"Are you propositioning me?"

"Ha ha, hardly! You're about twenty years younger than me. My best years are behind me now."

"Don't sell yourself short, I told you you're hot."

"You made it so easy for me, I didn't have to do anything, just lay here and enjoy you."

He lifted his weight fully off me now and I felt him withdraw his cock from inside me. While his weight had been heavy on me, I felt disappointment that this unexpected encounter was over.

He rolled onto his side alongside me, "I don't want to seem rude and rush away, but I am working and not making any money while I'm here."

Why should I feel such disappointment that he was about to leave? Did I feel used? Strangely, no I didn't ... after all, I had recompensed him for my fare in a manner I would never have previously imagined I could do, or would do.

"Can I get you a drink before you go?"

He sat up on the edge of the bed, turning to look back at me, shamelessly lying naked under his gaze and oddly not caring. Before tonight, I would have been horrified to let a man I only met an hour ago see me totally naked, his cum dripping from my pussy. "Not alcohol, I can't drink while I'm working."

"What about a coffee then?"

He paused, "yeah, that would be good ... if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind, I wouldn't have offered if I did."

I slid across the bed to sit alongside him, "You know, I don't even know your name. It's awful for me to admit that I just let a man have sex with me before I even asked him his name. My friends, who I was out with tonight, would be horrified."

He laughed, "I'm Brad."

"And I'm Karen," I told him with a giggle, holding my hand out to shake his. "Come on, I'll get you that coffee."

I stood, thought briefly of getting my dressing gown from the closet, but emboldened by what had just happened in my bed, I instead chose to walk naked from the room, hoping that Brad would enjoy watching my bum as he followed a few paces behind.

I led us to the kitchen and immediately began making two coffees. He took a seat at the kitchen table. I could feel his eyes watching my naked back and legs ... I gloried in having a man twenty years younger than me appreciating my body. He didn't need to still be here, I had surely paid him more than $88 worth of sex with my body.

The coffees made, I brought our two cups to the table and we sat to sip and talk. What does a woman say to a man she has known less than an hour and who has just given her a mind-blowing fuck? "So Brad, how long have you been driving a cab?"

"Two years now Karen."

"And is this the first time you've ever been paid for a fare in sex?"

"Yes, it is. When I started, a couple of veteran drivers told me that it was an option if a woman ever said she couldn't pay, and in the two years since, I've had quite a few other drivers tell me they've done that. But the opportunity never came up for me before."

"Do you feel well compensated in spite of not getting any cash?"

He stared at me ... for a moment I was fearful that he was about to say no. What could I say if he said no? But without a word, he stood up and I was stunned to see that while hidden beneath my kitchen table, his cock had half grown to an erect state again. "Tell you what Karen, I think I've only collected fifty dollars' worth so far."

"What? You can't want more?"

"I'm afraid I do." He stepped around behind me, taking my arm to lift me out of the chair and push it away from the table. He pushed my naked body closer to the table and bent me forward so that my chest came down flat on the table surface.

"What are you going to do?" a touch of fear returning to my voice.

"I'm up for seconds, how about you Karen?"

"What about your work, haven't you got to get back on the road?"

"Nah, it's past one now, I don't have to hand the cab over to the day driver until three-thirty. From now until then, too many cabs and not enough passengers, it's a battle to get a reasonable fare and there's the risk of getting mugged by a bunch of drunks. I think I'd rather stay here a bit longer ... that's if you don't mind."

"Err ... no, I guess that's alright Brad."

"Come on honey, a bit more enthusiasm. You'd like to cum again, wouldn't you?"

"Umm, yes, that would be nice."

He stepped up close behind me and I felt his burgeoning erection bump against my arse cheek. For a moment, I had a fear he might want to do it anally this time. Not something I've ever tried and I had no compunction to start now. I turned my head around to watch him nervously. But then I felt him sliding his cock in between those lower lips that had been so worked over already tonight.

A few slides to ensure that I was still wet and ready for more. I was, and he pressed his erection back up inside me – doggie style. It wasn't a position that Brian and I had ever embraced but I began to wonder why when I felt how much deeper his erection was probing me now.

So, there on the kitchen table, me bent forward with my breasts squashed against the table top, he fucked me in an animal way, but no less pleasurable. I was amazed that he had been able to get it up again so quickly ... barely fifteen minutes had elapsed since our first fuck, the advantages of youth. This one went on for so much longer. I guess because he had only cum a short time before. With the kitchen clock on the wall in front of me, I can declare that this went on for a full twenty minutes. He varied the pace several times so it wasn't a monotonous in-out. Amazingly, I came several more times – I think it could have been four, my girlfriends are never going to believe my story. I didn't think my body was capable of this many orgasms in one night. If I ever get back into the dating scene, I must be more demanding of the next man, or men.

When Brad came this time, he withdrew quite quickly afterward. We finished our now cold coffees and returned to the bedroom. I wondered if he might want to lay down with me some more, but he picked up his clothes and dressed. I walked him to the front door and he paused to kiss me quite passionately. I was surprised that he asked for my number ... I surprised myself by giving it to him.

He left and I went straight to bed with my memories of what had gone on tonight in this bed ... and in my kitchen. I figured this could be the start of the rest of my life.

The End