SM61 said...

Sorry I haven't been in touch since the taxi ride home, not that I've forgotten the journey as I have been reliving it many times since!

It was a great evening - I'd already managed to cup Karen's tits earlier when I helped her up when she fell into a bush. I put both hands under her arms and as I was lifting her I gently squeezed her breasts, she giggled but didn't shrug me off. That left me with a good feeling and a swollen cock.

But the taxi ride was something else. I couldn't believe we had managed to get in the back with Karen without one of the others joining us or getting in before us. My heart was beating with anticipation as we set off.

With Mark and the 2 girls pre-occupied with talking, it seemed a perfect opportunity for a play with Karen. I wasn't disappointed.

Before long I found my right hand massaging Karen's beautiful tits and my cock responded instantly. But that was only the start. Thanks to your manoevouring, Karen legs were perfectly placed at an angle. With your encouragement my hand went exploring, slowly stroking her smooth legs as my fingers edged towards her knicks. Karen seemed to respond positively so I positioned myself so I could cup her pussy. She seemed to open her legs encouragingly at first only to close them again whilst making a half hearted attempt to push my hand away.

Did she know it was me or was she aware that she was in a taxi with other people?

Only way to find out was to start again. Same routine as my fingers followed the same path. After what seemed like an age massaging her pussy through her, what appeared to be, damp knickers, I went to the next stage and slide my hand down beneath the material. The feel of her smooth lips below a slight tuft of pubic hair felt electric. My index finger then started to explore, gently probing, looking for the opportunity to open her protuding lips. At the same time my thumb and little finger were pushing against her thighs eager to help her sex to open up more.

Then suddenly my finger found its chance as her lips appeared to fold back. I pushed the tip of my finger into the hot, sticky but velvety opening. Then suddenly her legs closed and she muttered something, a complaint? Either way my hand rapidly withdrew. My heart was pounding with excitement and fear - what if the others heard Karen and looked round and started to talk to us, what if Karen made a scene?

Nothing happened except she went back to the same position. I squirmed in the seat trying to ease my straining cock that was already leaking with pre-cum. But before I went back to the task I couldn't resist the opportunity to taste her on my fingers - it was heaven sent.

This process was repeated numerous times as more progress was made, until the momentt arrived - my finger made its way deep inside Karen who was now beautifully wet and smooth. Not wanting to waste this often dreamed about chance I pushed a second finger in. Karen's legs seemed to open wider than they had been during my earlier attempts and this allowed me to cover her mound properly as my fingers pushed deeper - it was a beautiful intoxicating moment that seemed to last an age. I was unbelievably aroused, I wanted to push her legs apart and go down on her. I wanted to release my cock and push it inside her and fuck her there and then until such time as my balls could no longer hold back and I drained myself deep inside her.

I wanted it all.

But I knew and could sense that the taxi ride was coming to an end and so was my journey - for now.

I was devastated that Carol dragged me off home as we got out of the taxi as I was desparate to go further.

That will have to wait for another day. For now, I have wanked non stop for weeks on end as I recall every glorious moment of that journey.

Has Karen ever mentioned anything? If not do you think she knows what happened?