She was always ready, a kiss or a tender touch was all she ever needed to get things started.
After a show and a late dinner we grabbed a cab for the ride home. A few minutes into the ride I leaned over, kissed her and nuzzled her neck. When she was ready, Sally had a way of just melting into a submissive, do as you wish, eager to please slut. She was forty-one and still had the slender, in-shape body of a teenager. Shoulder length red hair, pretty, wholesome looks and a confident air made her a prize that I treasured.
It was rather warm in the cab and we both removed our coats. She was wearing boots, a knee-length skirt and a silky print blouse. Her breasts felt wonderful beneath the smoothness of the blouse but I was interested in more. As I unbuttoned the blouse she undid the sleeve buttons and it joined the coats on the seat. By now our driver was fully engaged and spending more time looking in the rearview mirror than the road. Sally reached back and, undoing her bra, gave our driver a big smile and a little hand wave signalling that his attention was appreciated. Boots off and on the floor I undid her skirt and in one motion pulled it and her pantyhose down around her ankles and onto the seat. As we stopped for a light our driver, a very personable young Black man, turned around for a good look. He got a pleasant surprise when Sally slid down her panties and gave them to him. It was a funny moment as he put them to his face and gave a pleasant sigh.
She looked great naked. Her breasts had gotten a bit larger as she aged, her pink nipples were erect and hard and her red, almost transparent pubic area was eye catching. Sally unzipped my fly, went down on me and finished me off in record time, I don't recall ever being more aroused.
Sally told our driver he could pull over for a while if he wanted and Ray, that was his name as I recall, sure wanted to. I don't know what Ray's expectation was but he was about to get a show he wouldn't forget. While he looked on, Sally - now spread-eagle - was putting two fingers in her vagina and then bringing them to her mouth. Another couple of minutes of massaging her clitoris and she had an explosive wet orgasm accompanied by the most erotic moans and exhausted breathing.
Always a squirter Sally had made a bit of a mess and asked our driver if there was something she could do to make up for it. He demurred but with some coaxing from Sally he asked if she'd turn around... Ray was an ass man. She positioned her shins on the seat and knees well apart she let him know, in a not so subtle way, that he was welcome to explore.
This would be the first time I had ever seen another man touch Sally in a sexual way and I found it incredibly exciting. Ray was quick to move his hand into that friendly, wet and warm space between her legs. He'd obviously gotten to the right spots and in a few minutes she was breathing heavy and making those wonderful sounds of a woman being expertly pleasured. She, once again, had an orgasm with some more spray. Her vocalizations caught the attention of passers-by and we all had a laugh when they gave us a thumbs up.
Exhausted Sally turned around, and putting his hand on her breast, gave him a deep, long, passionate kiss. She remained naked for the rest of the trip while engaging our driver in slutty sex talk. At one point she whispered in my ear would I like to invite Ray in when we arrived home. For a variety of reasons I said I don't think so but we did take his phone number and promised to call. Sally now wearing her boots and coat gathered up her things and as Ray opened the car door she gave him a big hug and another passionate kiss. His hand was between her legs as he kissed her.
Weeks later one night after a few too many drinks we did call Ray but, oddly enough, he seemed disinterested. In retrospect I was just as happy, while I have enjoyed watching Sally with other women I have a reluctance to share this special woman with another man.
