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The Cabbie 
by RC (address withheld)
 
***

A tired female executive takes a cab ride in a strange 
town only to find that there are many ways to find 
relaxation and rejuvenation. (FF, 1st-lesbian-expr)

***

It had been a very long, boring day. I was a woman in a 
man's world, in an unfamiliar city, working with people 
I'd never met before, discussing things we weren't sure 
were going to happen. And this was going to last the 
whole week. Sighing, I stood outside the building, 
waiting for the cab to come take me to my hotel. I was 
not looking forward to the rest of the week. 

Finally, the cab from the company I had called pulled 
up in front. I was kind of surprised to notice the 
driver was a young woman, I doubt she was in her 
thirties yet. She saw me and leaned over, calling 
through the window. 

"Potter?" 

"Yes." Thankfully, I climbed into the back seat, 
dropping my heavy briefcase onto the seat beside me. 

A large notice told me to fasten my seat belt. Another 
warned me not to smoke. A third informed me that the 
young woman was indeed a licensed cab driver. I leaned 
back and tried to rest. Cab rides always scared me. The 
heavy wire grating separating the front seat from the 
rear reminded me I was no longer in my nice small home 
town. 

"Where to?" the girl asked. I gave her the name of the 
hotel, and we were on our way. 

Like all cab drivers, she talked a lot. Unlike most cab 
drivers, she talked about me. Or, more precisely, asked 
about me. Where I was from? What I was doing in town? 
How long I'd be here? that sort of thing. I answered 
her questions automatically, not really listening to 
her, gazing out the window at the tall buildings. 

She began saying how nice it must be to be able to go 
back to my hotel room and relax, mentioning that she 
had been told the hotel I was staying at had a very 
nice hot tub. I closed my eyes and smiled, imaging 
myself sinking into the hot bubbling water. I sighed 
and opened my eyes, and noticed her eyes darting 
quickly away from the mirror. 

She said her name was Gloria. I had known that from her 
license, but I gave her my first name just to be 
polite. Then she mentioned there was also a masseuse 
always on duty at the hotel, and I should think about 
getting a massage before I left town. She said massages 
helped her after a long day of cab driving. Once again, 
I noticed she was constantly glancing at me in the 
mirror. 

I said I would think about it, and went back to gazing 
out the window as I thought of my muscles relaxing 
under a masseuse's talented hands. Then I thought of 
the hot tub again, and wondered what the one-two 
combination would be like. Unconsciously, I closed my 
eyes and smiled. 

She began talking again, about hot tubs and massages 
and relaxing after a hard day's work. Sitting there in 
the back seat as the cab swayed back and forth, 
picturing myself relaxing in a hot tub, getting a 
massage, listening to her steadily droning voice, I 
seemed to slip into a bit of a dream world. I could 
almost feel the hot water against my body, I could 
almost feel the warm, aromatic massage oil being poured 
over me. I could feel the masseuse kneading my tired 
muscles, relaxing me even more. The cab driver's voice 
droned on, but I really wasn't paying attention to her. 

Then I started picturing my hotel room, the large bed, 
the soft sheets against my skin. So nice to go back to 
the room after a nice massage and drift off to sleep in 
a nice comfortable bed. 

For some reason I thought of my room number, and was 
dimly aware that I was quietly murmuring it out loud. 
Then I was back in the hot tub, sinking deeper and 
deeper into the hot, soothing water, feeling it pulsing 
against my nude body, feeling it driving away all the 
tensions, all the cares of the day. Then I was lying 
naked on a massage table as soft, strong hands expertly 
smoothed away every last bit of remaining tension. I 
lay there, limp, smiling dreamily. 

Someone was softly calling my name. I blinked, and 
looked around, puzzled. Where was I? 

The cab was stopped in front of my hotel. I took a deep 
breath and exhaled, feeling absolutely wonderful. With 
a bounce in my step, I got out of the cab and paid 
Gloria the driver. I was already planning on making an 
appointment for a massage as soon as I got to the front 
desk. I gave Gloria a very large tip for some reason, 
but it just seemed so - suitable. 

Before she pulled away, she smiled at me. "See you 
later," she said as she drove off. 

As I made my massage appointment, I wondered what she 
had had meant. 

I soaked in the hot tub for a long, long time, my nose 
barely above the steaming water. Oh, this felt so good. 
Finally, I reluctantly climbed out and dried myself 
off, wrapping myself in the towel and going into the 
massage room where the woman was expecting me. 

Just as I had dreamed, I lay there, totally limp, 
luxuriating in the total relaxation. The hour went by 
far too quickly, and I almost floated back to my room. 
I didn't notice a woman in the lobby watching me get on 
the elevator. 

I got ready for bed and sat on the bed looking through 
the TV guide. I really felt wonderful, and it seemed a 
shame to waste this fantastic feeling on watching TV. 

There was a knock at the door. Surprised, curious, I 
peered through the little peephole. Gloria the cab 
driver stood there. 

Dumbfounded, not really knowing why, I opened the door. 
"Hello, Beth," she said softly. 

"...Gloria...I didn't really expect...." 

She cut me off. "I hope you enjoyed your massage, Beth. 
And the hot tub, too. Wasn't it just great to close 
your eyes and sink into the water, to feel her hands on 
your body, to feel yourself relaxing totally? You are 
still relaxed, aren't you, Beth? Yes, you know you are. 
You still feel so relaxed, so calm, so peaceful. So 
relaxed, Beth. And deep down, you want it to continue." 

She was staring into my eyes. I felt so strange, almost 
as if she was reading my mind. No, more that reading 
it. Prodding it, coaxing it in the direction she wanted 
it to go. But she was right, I really did still feel 
very relaxed, and I did want for it to continue. Very 
much so. Without knowing what else to do, I just stood 
there. 

"Deep down, Beth. Think deep down. Deeper and deeper. 
Think so deep. So deep, Beth. Deeper and deeper. Think 
about relaxing, think about sinking deeper and deeper 
into relaxation. You have experienced it before, you 
know you enjoy the sensations of relaxation, you want 
to allow it to happen. 

"You know you want to relax, you know that nothing can 
change that desire. Nothing can change that desire. 
Nothing can prevent it. Nothing can prevent you from 
relaxing even more. Deeper and deeper. So deep into 
relaxation. Nothing can prevent it. Nothing will 
prevent it. Nothing will prevent you from sinking 
deeper and deeper into total relaxation, Beth." 

There was a faint ringing sound in my ears. I felt 
dreamy, drowsy, kind of like I had in the cab, but more 
so. Her eyes hovered in front of me, dark, deep, 
drifting gently in the air before me. I stood silent, 
unmoving, staring back at her as she spoke. 

"Deeper and deeper. Total relaxation. Allow it to 
happen. You want it to happen. You know it will happen. 
Nothing can prevent it. Nothing will prevent it. It 
will happen, Beth. You will sink deeper and deeper into 
relaxation, letting yourself go, letting yourself go 
totally. It is happening. It is happening even now. You 
can feel it, Beth. You can feel yourself letting go 
more and more, sinking deeper and deeper into total 
relaxation. Do you feel this happening right now, 
Beth?" 

There was a silence, the ringing in my ears seeming to 
drown out all other sounds but Gloria's soft voice. 
This was remarkable. I was standing there, staring at 
her, and yet I felt so comfortable, so calm. Her eyes 
floated in front of me, pulling me down into them. 
Deeper and deeper. I wanted so much to let it happen. I 
really could feel it happening. 

"Yes, I guess so," I said thickly. 

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Yes, Beth, you feel 
it, you cannot resist it, you want to let it happen, to 
let go of yourself altogether. Let go of yourself. Tell 
yourself you are letting go, sinking deeper and deeper 
into relaxation." 

She continued, her voice a gentle breeze, as I slowly 
repeated to myself that I was indeed letting go, that I 
was indeed sinking deeper. 

Deeper. 

"You may relax even more deeply on the bed, Beth. You 
have dreamed about the bed before, how warm it is, how 
comfortable. How soft the sheets feel against your 
skin. You can feel that, Beth. Feel it. Very slowly, 
very gently, I will help you. Allow your body to 
respond to my guidance, Beth. I will guide you, I will 
help you sink deeper and deeper into relaxation. Now, 
Beth, very slowly, very easily, I will guide you to 
that soft, inviting bed." 

I felt something against my arm, a feeling of gentle 
pressure. My feet moved of their own accord, and, still 
gazing into Gloria's eyes, I slowly walked backwards to 
the bed. 

"Very good, Beth, very good. You feel so relaxed, so at 
ease. No worries, no cares. Nothing can bother you now. 
Nothing will disturb you. You are free, Beth. Free to 
sink deeper and deeper, to allow me to guide you. You 
cannot change what is happening, you cannot resist 
these pleasant sensations, your body desires so much 
more, so much more pleasure. And now, Beth, you may 
remove your nightgown so that you may more fully 
experience the pleasure of the soft sheets against your 
skin." 

That made perfect sense. Everything she said made 
sense. My eyes still locked helplessly on hers, I 
haltingly removed my nightgown, not even caring that I 
was now completely nude before her. I stood there 
basking in the warm glow of pleasure which seemed to 
enwrap my entire body. 

"Your skin looks so soft, Beth. So soft. So smooth. 
Allow yourself to enjoy the sensations of your soft 
hands against your soft skin, Beth. Allow your hands to 
gently caress your body, being aware of each tender 
touch, of the pleasant sensations of your hands against 
your flesh." 

My hands twitched. I gazed into Gloria's eyes as my 
hands slowly moved, my palms brushing lightly over my 
abdomen, my sides, my hips, back around and across my 
buttocks. I felt no embarrassment, no sense of shame. I 
really didn't seem to care that Gloria was right there 
watching me touch my own body. It felt so good. Every 
nerve in my body tingled as my hands slid smoothly over 
my soft skin. 

"So good, Beth. So good. So much pleasure. You can't 
prevent the pleasure from building, Beth. You can't 
resist the growing desire for more pleasure, for deeper 
relaxation. Don't resist, Beth. Give in to your desire. 
Let yourself go. Deeper and deeper." 

I knew what I was doing. I knew I was standing in front 
of my cab driver, nude, caressing my body. Now I was 
even gently massaging my breasts, without any trace of 
embarrassment. I couldn't resist the desire. I really 
did want to let go. Deeper and deeper. 

"Sit down, Beth." Slowly, I sank to the bed. She knelt 
before me, still holding my unwavering gaze with those 
deep, deep eyes. "Your body looks so soft, Beth. So 
soft. You feel your hands against your flesh, you feel 
the pleasure building. You cannot resist the pleasure. 
Let go, Beth. Let go." 

I was aware of Gloria's hands moving, of gentle 
pressure on my thighs as she parted my heavy, limp 
legs. With her eyes still fixed upon mine, she leaned 
closer and closer until I was looking down at her, my 
hands still caressing my breasts. I was acutely aware 
of my erect nipples, of the slowly building fire within 
me. Every contact between my hands and my body was 
registered instantly, intensely, deep within my mind. 

I was aware that Gloria seemed to be sticking her 
tongue out. I was aware of a sudden searing pleasure 
that burst from my somehow-inflamed pussy. Staring 
helplessly into Gloria's eyes, I moaned as my body 
shook. 

"Feel it, Beth," she whispered. Spellbound by her eyes, 
the intense sensations ricocheting throughout my body 
met no resistance at all. Let go. 

"Of everything."

I moaned louder. The feeling of something against my 
clit grew stronger. 

I moaned even louder, my hands squeezing my breasts 
firmly. A whispered voice from a thousand miles away. 
"Feel it." 

I was shuddering constantly now as my body succumbed 
completely to the pleasure. Her eyes, staring at me 
from a forest of pubic hair. My hands, kneading my 
breasts. My hard nipples between my fingers. Her tongue 
against my pulsating clit. 

"Close your eyes and lie back now, Beth." 

My eyes closed instantly and the world became one in 
which there was only the sense of touch. Each and every 
nerve in my body responded to Gloria's attention, to my 
own hands. Shuddering, moaning, I surrendered to total 
passion that never ended. 

Gloria's soft voice from far away. "...now, wide 
awake." 

I opened my eyes. I was in bed. Nude. Gloria the cab 
driver lay beside me, nude, smiling gently at me. 
Blinking, I tried to recall how this situation had come 
about. 

I took a deep breath. I felt absolutely fantastic. My 
body seemed as refreshed and relaxed as if I had just 
gotten a - massage? 

She stared at me, her eyes shining. 

Her eyes. 

"How do you feel, Beth?" 

Her voice. 

I stirred, sending one last ripple of ecstasy up my 
spine. Her arm lay across my stomach. 

Her touch. 

I reached for her hand, my own hand gliding smoothly 
across my skin. 

My touch. 

I smiled. 

"Relaxed," I whispered as I reached for her. 

END

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