I drive a limousine-for-hire in and out of the airport of a large West Coast city. It was about 2 a.m.

After a particularly slow day, and I decided to do one last trip before calling it a night. I didn’t care who the passenger was, just as long as I got out of the airport, parked the car, and went home. The last plane for a couple of hours came in, and I was disappointed to see only about six people gathered around the luggage carousel. Nobody wanted a limo. Feeling like the sorriest loser on the planet, and prepared to concede defeat, I got back in the car, ready to go home empty.

Just as I was pulling away from the curb I heard a sharp whistle. In the rearview mirror I could see a guy waving me over. I stopped the car, and he opened the back door. His girlfriend came out of the airport. She was wearing tall high-heeled shoes, black sheer stockings, a short red and black pleated skirt, and a red leather waist jacket zipped right up to her neck. Her hair was wild and blonde, and it whipped across her face in the wind. She also had a real guilty look on her face, like they were up to something. She glanced at me as I came around to get the door, and her icy blue eyes just about froze me in my tracks. I closed the car door behind her, getting a good look at her long slender legs. “Thanks,” she whispered in a soft, sexy voice.

There’s a dark divider window between the driver and the passengers in the back that people put up if they want to fool around at all, and sure enough, that was the first thing these people did. As I pulled out of the airport and onto the highway, the only time I could see anything through my rearview mirror and the divider window was when we passed under the highway lights that shone through the sunroof. And even then I could only make out their silhouetted shapes. They wasted no time. It looked like they were necking, and I could occasionally see an arm or other limb moving up and down, and thought I could see articles of clothing coming off.

There was only one way to check for sure, and that was to lower the divider window enough so I could see into the back in my rearview mirror. I waited until I thought they’d be so deep into it they wouldn’t notice, but just to cover myself, I concocted some question about what route they’d like me to take. I needn’t have worried. I brought the window down just a few inches and looked through the mirror.

I was right. They were all over each other and didn’t notice anything. She had removed her jacket, and he was massaging her breasts through her white blouse. She rubbed his cock through his pants. Her body squirmed slowly. I edged the divider window down a little farther, adjusted my rearview mirror, and settled back for the show, knowing it was going to be a good one and that I’d have to concentrate on the road to keep from crashing.

I felt nervous about the window being down just about all the way. I decided, what the hell, if they ever looked up and noticed and made an issue of it, I’d just be honest and tell them, “Hey, you guys are beautiful and I was enjoying the show, I’m sorry.” They looked like they’d understand.

He reached between her legs, and her body stretched out and went rigid. He slipped his hand under her skirt and inside her stockings and panties. His other hand undid the buttons on her blouse, exposing her chest to me. I had a perfect view. She had on a great-looking lacy white bra, and her nipples looked hard underneath. It wasn’t easy keeping one eye on the road and the other on the mirror. She was at his mercy, and obviously he knew her well and knew exactly how to make her lose it. I was transfixed by the sight of his hands working on her body, which was now bucking like she was riding a bull in slow motion.

I glanced up in the mirror to check on traffic behind me. That’s when my eyes met hers dead-on. She had been staring back through the mirror watching me check her out the whole time. When our eyes met, hers went half-lidded as if she’d just had a mini-orgasm. I looked over to her boyfriend to see if he also was aware of me watching. But his eyes were closed. She glanced over her shoulder at him as well, then looked back at me and knocked my socks off with the most pleased-looking smile I’d ever seen. She slid her tongue across her upper lip, opened her mouth in a silent fake cry, and grinned mischievously at me through the mirror while her boyfriend pawed her breasts and toyed with her pussy.

She spread her legs wide open for me, and seemed to be thrusting her groin up toward me in the mirror. She lifted her bra off her breasts and pushed her tits forward. They were gorgeous, perfectly round orbs, with nipples pointing up. I had to stop looking for a bit while I went through a highway interchange and made the final stretch into town. There were lots of cars all around us now — bar traffic. I had a raging hard-on. Keeping my attention on the traffic was becoming increasingly difficult. But something about having to split my mind between what was going on outside my car and inside it made the whole thing even more exciting. The fact that she was playing some game as well, being sneaky with her boyfriend and getting off on exhibiting herself to me, made me dizzy with desire.

When I looked back again, they had moved. Now the guy was sitting with his back to me in the rear-facing seat directly behind me. I couldn¹t see her at all, but I could hear him moaning. I tried stretching up to look farther down in the mirror. I still couldn’t see anything, but I just knew that she was giving him head.

I was concentrating on my driving when I heard the two of them moving around again. She had fallen back into the seat. I watched as she raised her legs in the air, peeled off her stockings and panties, and stuffed them into her purse. Then she came forward and straddled her boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck. Her face was within inches of the back of my head. Enveloped in the sphere of her intoxicating perfume, I almost started to drive the car off the road.

I could hear them moaning right next to my ear. She had to know what she was doing to me, and it was no accident that they began fucking as close to me as she could get herself. My suspicions were confirmed when I felt her fingers push into my hair. It was almost too much. Still, her boyfriend didn’t know anything, and she began twisting her fingers in my hair and pulling it. I looked in the mirror again, and her eyes, now so much closer and filling the whole mirror, were large and glassy and full of animal hunger — and trained directly on mine.

She fucked him slowly, and I leaned my head back, happy to have this illicit contact with her. She stroked my neck, then reached around and sank a finger deep in my mouth. I sucked her in and my cock pressed my pants for attention. She leaned closer over the shoulder of her boyfriend so that her mouth was touching my ear. She let out a low and guttural moan.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I unzipped my fly and let my poor cock have some air. She was far enough forward to see it. She purred her approval in my ear. “I like that,” she whispered. Her boyfriend must have thought she was saying it to him, because he was oblivious to what was going on directly behind his head. I stroked my cock and kept one hand on the wheel. She put her finger in my mouth and whispered, “I want you to fuck me” and, “What a lovely cock.”

We were now in the city. Even at the red lights, I didn’t worry whether anyone could see. The side windows in the back are shaded, but not the driver’s windows. I didn’t care. She was in a frenzy, getting fucked by her boyfriend and getting off on the show I was giving her, pumping my cock in my fist and sucking her fingers off.

Her boyfriend was moaning loudly. He told her he was going to come. She impaled herself on his cock all the deeper and started breathing in short, sharp gasps right in my ear. I could tell she too was about to come. There was nothing I could do to put off the inevitable. She cried out loud as he came inside her. Then she grabbed my face. I erupted all over my pants, shirt, and hand. We all came at the same time. It was so incredibly powerful.

I’m amazed I managed to keep driving. In about five more minutes we arrived at their apartment building. I used my suit jacket to wipe myself up as best I could and got out to open their doors. They tumbled out of the back, looking sheepish — he more than she. I thought it strange, and so, it seemed, did he, when she insisted on putting the trip on her credit card. She wouldn’t tell her boyfriend why, but he eventually relented and let her. “Thank you for the ride,” she said. “You were a very careful driver.” The guy agreed and he thanked me too — completely unaware of what she really meant. I gave her the slip of paper to sign, and we all said goodbye. She threw me one parting smile over her shoulder, and another gorgeous and mischievous look as they went inside the building. I couldn’t help thinking of her freshly fucked pussy, bare under that cute skirt, as I watched them disappear.

I got back in the limo and switched on the light to put the details on my log sheet. That’s when I saw what a mess I was. I hadn’t done a very good job of cleaning myself up. And when I looked at the credit-card slip to see the amount, instead of writing in a tip where it’s supposed to go, she had written her e-mail address.

When I got home, instead of going straight to bed, I decided to write her an e-mail. She seemed to be the playful type, so I just wrote, “Hey, where’s my tip?” The next evening she replied, “You’ll have to come and get it.” She gave me her address and a time to come. “Buzz my number. You know how to do that, don’t you?” I can’t wait to go over and introduce myself in a less distracting atmosphere.