Chapter 1

I was in my taxi cab, parked by the roadside, waiting for a pickup or a radio booking, when these two young kids walked past, boy and girl, teenagers, and it was obvious they wanted to be holding hands but were too shy. I watched as they ducked down a side alley, and moved my cab back slightly until I could see them in my side mirror. Sure enough, the boy was standing against the wall, the girl standing in front of him, his arms round her, her body pressed against him. Very cute, and yeah very sexy.

I sat watching them, wondering how far they would go, but so far they were just standing close together kissing. She was wearing a tee shirt, and a very short tight black skirt.

I was pretty sure one of his hands was up inside the tee, and I wondered how big her breasts were. After a few minutes his other hand slid down her back to her ass and pressed her in against him, and it was obvious they were both enjoying the feeling of her belly pressed against his cock. I could hardly breath as I waited to see his hand lift the skirt behind, I imagined watching as he pushed her panties down and fucked her, up against the wall of this grubby alley, but so far he was only stroking her bum over her skirt.

I was enjoying watching, but also felt a bit sorry for them, obviously their parents wouldn't let them do this stuff in their homes so they had to come here and try to find somewhere private enough for them to imagine they were alone. This grubby back alley could hardly have been what the girl wanted.

And then it started to rain. Not hard, just a slight drizzle, but enough to soak them if they stayed where they were for long. I was sure neither of them wanted to stop what they were doing. I waited, wondering if they would give up, but either they didn't notice the rain or more likely they didn't care, what they were doing was more important than taking shelter. They were kissing passionately, and I could see her breasts squashing his exploring hand against his chest, and yeah I don't think either of them cared about the rain.

But I did. I didn't want them going home soaked, and getting told off by their parents. So I got out of my cab and walked over. "Hey kids, don't let me interrupt, but look, if you would like to sit in the back of my cab until the rain stops, you are very welcome to do so."

I walked back to my cab and got in, and sat, fingers very much crossed, hoping they would take up my offer. Luckily for me, the rain was getting heavier. I could see them talking, and they kept glancing my way, and suddenly they broke off their embrace and ran over, opened the back door, and slid inside. "Thanks Mister, thanks a lot."

"Look, kids, I am just sitting here waiting for a phone booking. If one comes in, I will have to ask you to get out, but until then you are happy just to sit there, and do whatever you want to do together. I'm not judging you. Enjoy the comfort of my cab. Is it warm enough?"

They both giggled and said it was fine, and I pretended to ignore them, studying my street maps. But I kept glancing in my rear view mirror and could see they were totally involved together, not caring whether or not I was watching. Sure enough as they relaxed they started to stroke and pet and kiss again. I couldn't see much of what they were doing, but I could hear. At first I couldn't hear much because of the sound of the rain on the roof of the cab, but then the rain stopped! The silence obviously embarrassed the girl, who kept saying, "Shhh" whenever the boy groaned. I was pretty sure she had his cock out or something like that, but didn't dare turn round to stare. I was happy to sit there listening, and occasionally sneaking peeks. I realized I would be in big trouble if anyone walked past and saw what I was allowing these kids to do, so I kept an eye out for pedestrians. A cab parked by the roadside is an inviting sight for a pedestrian, and if one ran over would the two in the back be able to cover up in time?

After a while I was sure they were having so much fun that I decided to take a bit of a risk.

"Look, kids, I don't care what you are doing back there, but I am a bit worried that someone could walk past and see. How about I just drive the cab to somewhere a bit less public, okay? You relax, I know just the place and it's only a few minutes away." They didn't speak, but stopped making out and sat nervously, probably wondering if I was going to take them to some awful dungeon and rape them both. The thought was enticing but far too dangerous. Anyway I'm just not that sort of guy.

I drove to a quiet spot amongst trees in the entrance of a golf club, where I quite often waited when things were quiet and I wanted a quick doze. But today I wouldn't be sleeping, I was wide awake, trying to work out what they were up to back there.

To get them relaxed again, I put my head phones on and started a mock conversation with headquarters, asking if there any bookings for me and so on, then when I stopped speaking I pretended to listen to the radio, but in fact of course I was desperately listening for sounds from the back seat. Sure enough, he was softly moaning again! She even whispered, "Am I doing it right?"

He responded with a low sigh, "Oh god yes, please don't stop."

I went back to studying my street map, desperately wanting to peek but not wanting to scare them off. I glanced at my watch, they had been in the back of my cab for nearly twenty minutes, I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen next, I wanted him to cum in her mouth but also I wanted to see her tits, and even see him fuck her.

So I twisted round in my seat and sure enough she was crouched over him with his cock in her mouth, one of his hands on the back of her head. the other stroking her ass. He saw me watching, but just gave a wry smile. No way would he risk her stopping by telling me to turn away.

So I watched as she brought him off in her mouth! I was a bit disappointed to see that instead of swallowing, she sat back and looked for a tissue. There wasn't one that she could reach, and it was clear that Mike didn't have anything to offer. So I passed my handkerchief over the back of my seat and she took it and spat the semen out into it. She was blushing delightfully as she sat forward and handed me back the handkerchief. "Were you watching all that?"

"Just the last few minutes, I hope you don't mind."

"Mike, did you know he was watching?"

"Yeah Jen but I didn't want you to stop."

She gave me a wry smile. "I've not done that very often, do you think I was doing it right?"

"You need to learn to swallow, instead of spitting it out."

"Yeah so I have been told, but I don't like the idea."

I decided to see how far I could push them. "You really should have your breasts out when you do that, so the guy can fondle them. That's always a great feeling when you are having your cock sucked."

She flushed scarlet, and the boy panted. To my delight, and the boy's amazement, she reached to the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it up to under her chin! She wasn't wearing a bra. Lovely tits, probably C cup, big on her small body. I got the impression this was the first time the boy had seen them. The nipples were already hard, but I was sure they were getting harder as she sat letting me, a complete stranger old enough to be her dad, even her granddad, look at them.

Pushing my luck, I sighed and said, "Beautiful. May I touch?"

She giggled, and twisted and lent forward so I could reach! The boy, Mike, sat watching as though not believing what was happening!

Looking down I saw that her skirt was black leather, and I imagined she was still at school and working evenings in some supermarket, and the skirt probably cost her a month's earnings. I desperately wanted to see her take it off and show me her knickers!

Instead I tried to cool things down with light conversation.

"What's your name, sweetie?" I asked as I fondled her right breast.

"Jennifer. You?"

"Albert. Such lovely breasts! You must let Mike play with them next time while you suck his cock. It adds so much to the pleasure of receiving a blow job."

"Thanks for the advice. And you say I must swallow his jism?"

"Or you could let him cum over these pretty tits. They do say jism is good for the skin."

"Okay. Nice to have the choice. Any other suggestions?" She was smiling now, but I was sure she was very aroused. She had been making out with her boyfriend for at least half an hour and so far he was the only one who had got any relief out of it. I wondered if she had any meaningful conversation with men my age, and I was sure that it was turning her on to discuss blow jobs with me.

"You should take your panties off before you start, so you can use them to mop up any jism that lands on your clothes. Especially on that lovely leather skirt. And you can wipe your mouth and his dick with them after he cums. Better than borrowing a handkerchief from a stranger."

She laughed at that, and I smiled. Mike was too shocked by my intrusion to sense the humour.

Then to my amazement I could see her wriggling on her seat, trying not to move her breast out of my grasp, but she was tugging up the skirt and I realised she was taking off her panties! As she lifted each foot in turn to get the knickers over her feet, I could see all the way up to her crotch. It was too dark to see if she shaved, but I would have bet money that she did. She showed them to me, a flimsy red thong, and smiled as she wiped her mouth with them. I thought of the sticky handkerchief on the seat beside me. "Swap you, Jennifer? My handkerchief for your knickers?"

She laughed aloud and passed them over. I offered my handerchief but she declined. I had twisted right round in my seat and now could get both my hands over the back, and had one breast in each hand, massaging the glorious firmness of them and tweaking her nipples.

She had her eyes closed, leaning right forward, completely ignoring her young boyfriend. I could sense that she was loving my fairly experienced hands on her breasts, not just mauling her as Mike probably did. I so wanted to get into the back seat with her but I didn't know how to suggest it. The little tramp resolved that issue by hissing, "Mike, get in the front seat. Arthur, come back here."

I took the keys with me, just in case this was some extraordinary shake down trick, though given how I had picked them up I couldn't see how any of it was planned. She slid across the back seat and I got in beside her. I was very horny but also very nervous about what I was about to do, I had no idea how old she was and suspected that I might have been doing something illegal as well as unethical and totally contrary to the conditions of my taxi driver license. But by then I didn't care.

Glancing sideways, I saw Mike now sitting in the front passenger seat, but as well as watching us he was holding her discarded panties to his nose. I wondered if this was the closest he had got to her snatch?

"So, Arthur, what would you most like to do to me now?"

Dear god what an invitation. I sat looking at her, imagining all sorts of wild and lascivious orgy scenes, maybe even having Mike come back to help do a sandwich or a spit roast. But I kept wondering about her age.

"Actually I'd like to spank you," I hissed, wondering if it was illegal to spank a naughty young girl you had caught giving her boyfriend oral sex in the back of your cap.

She sat looking at me, with a slight smile on her face, not refusing, in fact definitely considering my request.

"I've not been spanked for ages," she whispered. "It's not allowed at school."

I told her I needed her on my right side, and she climbed over my lap, breasts and bare bum brushing against me as she got into the right hand seat. I moved to the middle of the bench seat and took her hand and gently drew her down across my lap, and lifted her skirt up over her back. Her naked crotch was now pressing down on my rock hard penis with just my trousers and underpants between. I suspected I would spunk quite soon, but wondered how I could give her the climax she cleared wanted without fucking her. I raised my hand and brought it down over her lovely ass.

After a few gentle spanks she sighed something but I couldn't make out what she had said, so I whispered, "What was that, Jen?"