Taxi by JJ Lacey (find a book to read txt) 📕

In the seventies, I moved to Australia, with my wife and two boys. Two years after I got there, I bought a restricted taxi license. I found my sex life improving over the next few years, and apparently so did my wife's.  I was soon having sexual encounters, with some of my customers. One young lady, I helped carry her shopping to her flat three stories up. Asked me in for a coffee, and I ended up reliving her of her pent-up emotions.  She told me her boyfriend, worked away in the goldfields for three months at a time. She always got frustrated after the first month, he had been away for two months, and she then needed it badly, when I first shagged her. For the following eight months, we had sex every second Thursday when she did her shopping. It ended when he bought a transportable home, and putting it on the mine site for her to move in with him.

She was not the only customer, who liked to get my dick out. An old woman called Lillie 'or drunken Lil' as I called her, always asked for my taxi number, when she wanted a taxi, at the end of her night out at the pub.  I would drive her home and pull into her drive, and then as I opened the car door for her. She would turn to sit sideways and undo my flies, and then leisurely suck me off as I stood there for her to do it.  She always gave me a big tip, as well as the full fare. She was a nice-looking old woman and I did offer to shag her, but all she wanted was to suck my dick. She had a big dildo in the house, but it was not as nice to suck; as my dick, she had said.

I got a taxi truck two years after I bought the taxi, which was when Janet got her taxi drivers license. Lady taxi drivers could only work during daylight hours, so I was now just doing the very early morning jobs and the nights in the cab. I did deliveries in the taxi truck when Janet took the cab over from me. I had regular pickups, in the mornings and evening. Some had early morning starts in the local factories, and I had fairs to the airport for three fairs that commuted each day. I would go home at eight for breakfast, and Janet would take over. The couple next door had a boy, who went to the same school as our boys. So Janet would take him, with our boys in the morning. Annette was the same age as Janet, and they had become good friends, her husband Robert was a drunken fool and would beat her when he got drunk. Many a time, Janet would take Annette into our house at night to keep her safe.

On the way to Australia, we had made friends with a couple on the ship. They had settled just a short distance from us, and we saw them quite often.  He was a truck driver and worked for a big transport company, he and another chap drove a road train together. They would be away for days on end, delivering goods hundreds of miles away. One Saturday night, my controller called me on the radio.

"There's a chap called Duncan Mitchell asking for you, he's stuck at the casino nightclub. No one will pick them up because his mate is too drunk, wants to know if you can bail him out John, he says he's a friend of yours."

I told the controller I would go pick him up and would book off duty to do it. We were unable to pick up in the city because we only had restricted plates. We could take fares into the city, from our operating area, only we had to return to our area, before picking up another fare. I saw why no one would pick them up as soon as I saw Duncan, he was holding up his mate Harvey against the wall, trying to stop him from falling over.

Mary Duncan's wife was not as drunk as Harvey was, but she was drunk enough. Therefore, I decided to put her in the car first. As I struggled to put her in the front passenger seat, she smiled at me and started kissing me as I was leaning over her. Then I went to help Duncan with Harvey, who was unable to walk at all because he was too drunk. Between us, we manhandled him to the car, with his feet dragging along behind him. Then unable to get him onto the seat, we laid him face down on the back footwell. Alison Harvey's wife laughing drunkenly walked over Harvey's body, to sit in the back beside Duncan when he got in. Then we had to bend Harvey's legs up to shut the door when we were ready to drive away.

Harvey's home was eighteen miles away in Westfield, and it was now gone midnight. With the roads now empty, we had an uninterrupted journey.  The regularly spaced street lighting of the highway laminated the darkness in the car. In the brief flashes of light, I saw Duncan in my rearview mirror passionately kissing Alison.  Alison was really enjoying it, smiling happily, as Duncan had her blouse wide open. I could see he had a handful of flesh, which he had pulled from her half-cup bra.  I had to be very careful I did not crash, as I eagerly watched him playing with her lovely tit.

Arriving at Harvey's, I backed into the drive as far as I could, to lessen the distance we had to carry him. We dragged him from the car and into the house and then threw him on the settee.  As I turned to go back out to the car, Alison came in drunkenly smiling at me, her blouse wide open and her breast still exposed.

"Wait for me in the cab John, while I say goodnight to Alison please?" Duncan said grinning at me, as Alison gave me a big wet tongue kiss goodnight.  Mary was still conscious, grinning drunkenly at me, as the light went on when I opened the car door.  She was sitting slumped back in her seat, her short skirt hitched up high showing most of her legs. Her bulging cleavage showed in the neckline of her frilly blouse.  I got in and closed the door, and the light went out. Turning to look through the back window, she must have thought I was going to kiss her.

She lifted her face pursing her lips ready, so I obliged her and kissed her wet hot lips. As we continued to kiss there was no objection, to my hand entering her blouse to play with her ample breast?  I kept one eye on Harvey's front door, and Mary's legs opened wider when my hand crept up under her skirt, to feel her hot damp pussy. Her kisses got much more passionate, as I moved two fingers in and out of her.

She gasped and moaning softly, as I felt her getting wetter and her right hand was feeling the bulge in my trousers. I released it from my pants for her, and she rubbed it vigorously as she moved her crouch on my hand and moaned as she climaxed.  Then she readily opened her red-hot lips, when I awkwardly knelt so she could suck me.

It took twenty minutes for Duncan, to say goodnight to Alison. It was just long enough, I had just sat down and put Mary's tit away when he came out of the door.

When we got to his house, it was past one-thirty and it was pitch black. In the darkness, I had another grope of Mary's tits, as I was helping her out of the car, as Duncan went to open the door to the house.  With one hand up her skirt feeling her lovely bum, I slowly moved Mary to her front door, where I had to let her go so Duncan to help her in.  Duncan gave me more than enough, to cover the taxi fare. The big tip obviously was for waiting for him, and keeping quiet so he could have his goodnight shag with Alison.

Janet was fast asleep when I crept into bed, I doubted she wants sex anyway but I didn't want to wake her.  Nearly every morning I would find Janet in Annette when I came home for breakfast. Robert would have already gone to work, and Janet would be having coffee. While she waited for me to change over, so it became natural for me to have tea and toast with them.  Sometimes I would be late, and Janet would go off with the boys, leaving me alone with Annette to finish my tea and toast.

Annette was a nice looking woman, nice figure and nice tits. I had seen them quite a bit lately since I started having tea and toast with them. Annette was always in her cotton housecoat, with nothing under it when I arrived in the mornings. As I sat opposite her at the table, she would be sitting sideways on to me, talking to Janet. Annette seemed blissfully unaware, that as she bent forward her housecoat would gape open.

This would allow me to see one of her lovely breasts, with a long dark brown nipple. They were a little smaller than Janet's was, but they were nice to look at, seeing I wasn't supposed to be looking at them, in the first place, was I!

From an early age, I had liked looking at girls bodies, which had been my second eldest sister's fault, although she never knew it.  When I was eleven, and she was about sixteen, she had to babysit me when mum and dad went out.  I went to bed before they went out, but as soon as they did, Rita would let her boyfriend in.  She had to leave the passage door ajar, so she could hear me if I got up, but I would creep down, to spy on them through the gap in the door.  She let him take her tits out, almost as soon as he got there. Although they never were completely undressed, her blouse would be wide open with her bra pushed up out of the way, so he could see and play with both of them.

It meant I also could see her tits, then when he took, her panties off I could see her fanny, as she spread her legs for him. With the hem of her skirt tucked into her waistband, she enjoyed lying back with her legs wide, while he played and fingered her pussy. She always did all he told her to do when he took his dick out for her to play with and kiss. Then she would pant and moan when he got between her legs to shag her, but she made much more noise when he made her kneel on all fours, to shag her from behind.

She married him when she was twenty, I had watched them shagging for four years, and she was still a randy bitch. They had two children in quick succession before she went to the doctors and had something done to stop having kids. It didn't stop her being randy though, in fact, I think it made her sexier, knowing she couldn't have children, it meant she could have as much sex as she wanted.

I found out she had some men friends, that used to shag her on the quiet; I caught her with one of them, one afternoon when I came home on a fourteen-day leave from the Navy.  I had an arm full of presents