Free Erotic Story - Brian the Cabbie

Brian was a cabbie in London and he drove that damn cab all day long for much longer than he was supposed to. The main reason he drove the cab however wasn’t for any noble reason like the fact that he had to feed a poor family or pay off mountainous debts, it was simply because he loved carrying female passengers all over London. This was a perk of the job in his opinion and he didn’t mind admitting that he tried his level best to get a good look at them when they got in and out of his cab; some people would have called Brian a pervert, others who knew him better would have simply called him an opportunist.

Now Brian often ferried around celebrities and business people that had money to burn, and he made a handsome wage on his tips alone, but the fares he like the best were the London escort girls. These girls were a sight for sore eyes, and fuck sight better looking than any of the celebs he’d had in the back of his cab (not literally “had” of course!) When he had a London escort girl in his cab he combed his hair. This was the only time he ever combed his hair. It was sort of a habit with Brian whenever there was a woman around who he felt like he ought to make an effort for.

He knew many of the London escort girls simply by familiarity; he’d run them all over town for dinner dates here and there all night long. He’d sometimes laugh with them when they’d had three of maybe four dinner or lunch dates in the same day, and he’d pass them some indigestion tablets that he kept in his glove compartment to help them through the rest of their day; there’s only so much a fit young woman can eat!
Last Tuesday evening however, Brian met a new London escort, and it wasn’t something he’d forget in a hurry.

This night would stay with him forever. Her name was Neelam and she was one of the most gorgeous Asian babes Brian had ever had in the back of his cab. He pulled up outside a place in Paddington and watched her lower her arm and make her way to the back of his cab. He quickly pulled out his comb and dropped his sun visor in order to check his hair.

“You look just fine,” came a sweet voice from the back seat of his cab.

He was surprised since he hadn’t even seen her get in, and even more surprised because he hadn’t heard her either. He must be getting old he concluded. Brian was in his mid forties.

“I didn’t hear you get in,” said Brian a little startled.

“Is that for me?” she asked sweetly and laughed a little.

“What? Is what...,” Brian realised he still had his comb in his hand and he was still looking in the mirror; in fact he was talking to her in the mirror, having not even turned around to greet her yet. He put his comb into his pocket, flicked up the visor and turned to look at her; he was more than a little embarrassed.

When he turned around he couldn’t help being drawn directly to her legs. She had on the shortest skirt he’d seen in an age. It was one of those skirts that didn’t even make an attempt to cover the panties of the girl wearing it. He couldn’t move his eyes. Her legs were lovely and long, and they had that beautiful Asian skin tone to them; she was quite clearly Indian, and Brian loved Indian chicks. He could see straight up her skirt to her tiny little black panties. His cock hardened in an instant.

“Something down there of interest to you is there? What’s your name?” She asked quickly.

“Erm...,” stuttered Brian, “sorry about that, I couldn’t help myself.” He looked back to her face and found her smiling. “My name’s Brian.”

“Well I’m Neelam, pleased to meet you,” she said. “Now it’s much easier to gaze at someone’s pussy when you know their name isn’t it?”

Brian was shocked at the response. He’d heard almost everything in the back of his cab and it didn’t surprise him, but this did; perhaps it was because he was so physically attracted to the girl. He looked into her eyes and saw that this girl was no ordinary girl. It unnerved him a little and he turned back to his steering wheel not sure how to feel; although the hard on the size of a king size toblerone in this trousers helped him clarify any physical sensation.

“So where are we going Neelam?” said Brian, desperate to change the subject. Although he was a raving pervert, he didn’t like being recognised as one by his customers.

“Just a few streets away Brian, but I fancy having a drive first, let’s go, I’m paying,” she said confidently.

“You’re the boss,” called Brian from the front seat as he pulled off.

“Yes,” she answered in a satisfied tone, “I suppose I am really.”

“So what do you do Neelam?” said Brian as he made his way into the busy traffic.

“I’m a London escort girl Brian, what do you think about that?” She said quickly in a way that Brian took as an attempt to shock him. It didn’t.

“Oh, I get quite a few of you London escort girls in my cab, where are you off to today then love?” he asked in a matter of fact kind of way.

“It doesn’t matter Brian, just drive.” She said this as though he may have upset her. Perhaps he didn’t give her the reaction she’d hoped for when she told him she was a London escort girl.

Brian drove for quite some time around the area. He glanced in his mirror to see if his fare had fallen asleep; it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d have been forced to stop the cab in order to wake someone. What he saw however was nothing like that. What he saw made his eyes widen considerably.

Neelam had hoisted her skirt up to beyond her hips and was sitting with her legs wide apart and her panties pulled right to the side. She had her eyes half open and she was looking directly into the mirror Brian was gazing at her from. She had two of the fingers on her right hand buried deep inside her pussy and she was playing with her clit with the other hand. Now that he could see what she was doing he also seemed able to now hear her too. She was breathing very heavily and moaning slightly.

“Brian, can we find somewhere a little quieter than this, please?” She gasped, “quickly Brian!”

“Alright, alright girl, keep your knickers on!” Said Brian, not sure quite what to say.

He immediately remembered a pub car park that was always quiet at this time of day due to the fact that the pub wasn’t open. He often went there to have his mid morning cup of tea. He took a few turns and arrived in the car park just as Neelam appeared to be having an orgasm on the back seat of his cab. Brian’s cock was nearly busting out of his trousers as he switched off the engine. He turned to look at her and it was then that he could confirm she had indeed made herself come. She was sitting, unable to move due to the sheer pleasure of her climax. Her fingers were still inside her, applying pressure where she finished.

“Jesus! You don’t mess around do you girl?” he said.

“Are you going to get in the back Brian or not!” She ordered, as she moved her leg slightly and motioned to the space next to her.

Brian couldn’t take this to mean anything else, and within the space of 10 seconds he was sitting next to her with his trousers and shorts off, on the cab floor. Neelam reached over and took a hold of his hard cock and began jerking it back and forth.

“I think you’re ready for this aren’t you Brian? I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you having to watch me play with my pussy like that and not get your cock out for a quick jerk off! You poor little angel you,” she said in a soft, comforting voice.

Brian let himself relax as Neelam took him well in hand. She was very good at this and she varied her hand movements between fast and slow, and firm and soft. Brian especially liked the way she turned her hand around so that a different area of it was applying pressure to his cock in a different way; this really was a Grade A handjob. He looked down at her blouse and tried desperately to see her boobs through the gaps in the buttons. She saw him doing this and simply popped open the buttons and with one flick of her fingers she popped open the front of the lacy bra beneath and allowed her boobs to tumble free into Brian’s waiting hands.

Brian loved big boobs and Neelam had a great pair that was for sure. He held them carefully in his hands and pushed them together and then lifted them equally as though he was checking the weight of a giant fish he’d just plucked from the stream. He loved to feel the weight of a nice pair of boobs. Brian had seen a lot of London escort girls in the back of his cab, but most of them looked as though they had fake tits; and there was nothing worse than fake tits in his book. Neelam’s were all her own and they were just the right size and weight. While she jerked him off Brian imagined what it would be like to get his cock in between those boobs of hers.

Just then, as though Neelam was reading his mind, she lowered herself a little into his lap and took his big, hard cock into her boobs and wrapped them around it tightly. She moved her tits back and forth in a lovely tit fucking motion. Brian could barely hold back any longer. He was tired of looking away in order to try and control himself, so instead he threw himself headlong into that sea of liberty and just watched his cock disappearing into Neelam’s lovely cleavage.

After what seemed like only seconds since his cock disappeared into her boobs, Brian shot his load all over them. Neelam instantly slowed down her jerking and looked Brian in the face.

“Was that nice honey?” She asked him in a sweet voice.

“Are you kidding babe? That was awesome,” he replied as he struggled to pull up his shorts and trousers. He was looking out the window of his cab to see if anyone was around; this really must have been one of the quietest places in London!

“Well I had a lovely time Brian, but do you think you could get me going now please, I have an appointment to go to, and I’m all warmed up and ready to go now. I do hope you don’t mind me rushing you?” She asked eloquently.

“Not at all,” said Brian. He stepped out the back door and hopped back in the front. He eyed Neelam as she reached into her bag and grabbed a towel to wipe off his cum. She put her bra and top back on and Brian zoomed her off to her appointment right on time.

He never saw Neelam again, despite driving around Paddington all the time in the hope of getting her fare. He told himself that it wasn’t for a hand job, and that it was because he genuinely liked her, but he knew he was kidding himself!