Regular taxi work

"Hit yourself on the head like that, you stupid sheep," I said quite loudly, but the girl who got out of the car couldn't hear it.

It was Saturday evening. A week ago, I was hired to work as a taxi driver on my third attempt. My name is Nikita, I'm 21 years old and I'm a virgin. Yes, that's how it turned out; things just don't work out for me with the opposite sex. Of course, I've kissed girls, hugged them, but somehow it never led to sex. First, I don't have a place for it, and second, I don't really have the money to arrange such a place. Work is tough; I only got hired for the taxi job after I turned 21, and even then, some aggregators didn't want to take on

the old Nissan. When I was 19, I met a 32-year-old woman on a website, and she literally invited me over two days later. I got so nervous that I decided to drink some vodka. It didn't help much, and I didn't even think to bring condoms. In the end, when it came to intimacy, she remembered them and didn't risk doing it without a condom. I went down on her, she came, I prepared to lose my virginity at least orally, but I just couldn't finish. I think she sucked for a whole hour, but the orgasm never came. In the end, I apologized and stopped her. It was so awkward. Naturally, she never wrote to me again. Just a disgrace, there's no other way to put it. I started thinking something was wrong with me, even though I came pretty quickly when masturbating. I picked up the phone many times with the desire to call a prostitute and end my inexperience. With them, I probably wouldn't have been so ashamed, although... But I never called; something always stopped me. Maybe my inner miser, plus having to shell out five grand for a more or less decent hooker.

"Are you free?" - a voice suddenly sounded from the opened door, pulling me out of my fantasies.

"Y...yes, where to?"

"Kirovsky district, Zlobina 12."

"Okay, let's go."

"Just a moment, I'll get my husband."

I was parked near a restaurant that was like a nightclub. The woman looked a little over forty, not tall, short hair, an evening dress with a deep neckline, a short fur coat. About 8 minutes later, she shoved her rather unimpressive husband, in an unbuttoned coat, into the back seat of my car. He was a bit shorter than his wife, balding, pot-bellied, and with ridiculous mustache. The woman got in and we set off. The drive took about 20 minutes; I hadn't even stopped when the man started vomiting out the open door. I swore quietly. The woman hurried to pull her beloved out of the car.

"How much do I owe you?"

"Well, let's say 300."

She took a thousand-ruble bill from her small purse and handed it to me.

"I'll give you change now."

"No, don't bother, sorry about that... I'm so ashamed. I'm so tired of dragging this drunk animal around."

I was happy with such earnings, stuffed the bill into my pocket and was already turning back to the car when the woman said:

"Excuse me, maybe you could help me drag him to the apartment."

I turned around, thought for a moment, and agreed. Despite not being tall, he weighed a ton. The man kept trying to stumble and fall. He reeked horribly of booze breath and vomit. At one point, I almost threw up myself. Luckily the elevator was working, otherwise I would have died, but I still wouldn't have been able to drag him up to the 10th floor.

"Thank you so much," the woman said, breathing heavily.

We laid the carcass on the sofa in the living room of a three-room apartment. The renovation was awesome; they clearly lived well.

"It's nothing, don't mention it," I replied and got ready to leave.

"Take this too," the woman said, taking off her expensive fur coat.

She was handing me another thousand rubles.

"No, really, you don't have to..."

"Take it, take it, don't refuse," she unexpectedly switched to the informal 'you'.

I took the money and looked at the woman. Without her boots, she was even shorter, probably 155-160 cm. My gaze fell on her ample chest protruding from the neckline. Her hands were well-groomed and her fingers were adorned with very beautiful manicure.

"Maybe you'd like some coffee?" she offered.

Yes, I wanted coffee, but this offer made me uneasy. If her husband woke up and saw a stranger in the apartment, a drunk man's reaction would be hard to predict.

"Probably not a good idea, because your husband... well, you know... might not understand."

"Oh, come on, this ferret won't wake up until morning, believe me."

Why was she offering this? Out of politeness, or was she just bored and wanted to chat with someone? She also smelled of alcohol, but she was practically sober. I stood there bewildered.

"Alright, come in, you can't earn all the money in the world."

I had already earned about as much as I would in a whole night. Shrugging, I took off my sneakers. My socks weren't exactly fresh. The woman took off her necklace and carelessly tossed it on the countertop. I was insanely curious about how old she was.

"Let's at least introduce ourselves, my name is Victoria."

"And your patronymic?" I asked for some reason.

"Why? Just my first name is fine. But if you're so interested, it's Viktorovna. And what's your name?"

"Nikita."

"Really, seriously? My son's name is Nikita, what a coincidence."

"You have a son?" I looked around the kitchen as if hoping to find him there.

"Does that surprise you? He's 23, studying in Moscow. And how old are you?"

"I'm 21."

"Hmm... you look older, I'd give you at least 25."

"And how old are you? I know it's not polite to ask a woman's age..."

"Guess."

"Well, I'm not good at this and I don't want to offend you if I guess too high."

"Oh, relax, I'm not a little girl to get offended."

Estimating her son's age, I assumed she had given birth quite early:

"Well, I think 43-45."

"I'll take that as a compliment. I'm 49."

"You look very good."

She just smiled slightly, took a cup of prepared coffee and placed it on the table in front of me.

"Sugar, cinnamon, pastries?"

"No, thank you."

The coffee was simply divine; I didn't know coffee could be this delicious.

"You drink, I'll go change."

She left, and I enjoyed the delicious drink. Victoria Viktorovna returned about twenty minutes later, having changed her dark blue evening dress for a green house robe that didn't reach her knees. I finished my coffee.

"Thanks for the coffee, I should go."

"Nikita, I don't like beating around the bush, and I'm not at that age anymore. Anyway, I'm offering you to stay the night."

I blinked uncomprehendingly. The woman laughed.

"Like a schoolboy, honestly. Yes, I'm offering you sex. If you even like women well over forty."

"Ahh... this... I... damn, I didn't expect that. But your husband is right there..."

"He's had his fill of pears; he's not interested in much besides alcohol. I think he's already given up on that himself. But I'm not ready yet, I want it, and not just once a month."

I stood like a statue. It never crossed my mind that she would offer such a thing. Here was the long-awaited chance to lose my virginity, if I didn't mess it up again. But condoms, I don't have any. Damn, history repeating itself. Did I want this woman? Yes, very much, she looked amazing for her age.

"Well, what do you say? Will you stay?" she took my palm in hers.

I nodded silently.

"Well, that's great. Go take a shower, everything's there: gel, towel, robe. I'll make the bed in the bedroom."

Standing under the stream of water, I assessed my level of excitement. On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd rate it a 12. The presence of a husband and my lack of experience left a double mark. I looked at my modestly hanging dick:

"Don't let me down, buddy, the next chance might not come soon."

My tool wasn't outstanding: only about 14-15 cm long, the skin on it darker than on my body. Its shaft was encircled by a thick, bulging vein.

After the shower, I smelled of grapes and green tea, which were the scents of the shower gel. The woman in the bedroom was lying on her stomach, reading something on her phone. I wanted to pounce on her from above, take her by the hair, rip off her panties if she had any on, and fuck her hard, grabbing her hair. But that I could only do in my fantasies. I modestly sat down next to her:

"Victoria Vikto..., just Victoria," damn, what am I saying. "I probably should say this."

The woman looked at me suspiciously, putting her phone aside.

"I... it's... well, it just so happens that I'm still a virgin."

She raised her eyebrows.

"Mmm, is that so? Well then, sorry, nothing will work out for us, get dressed and go."

I probably had the most foolish and frightened look on my face at that moment. My hand twitched and I started to move to get up.

"I was joking, you fool," the woman laughed loudly, grabbing my arm. "Sorry, couldn't resist. I practically realized right away that you weren't very experienced, to be honest, that's what attracted me to you."

I forced myself to smile:

"And also, I don't have any condoms."

"I don't either. We'll think of something. Lie down next to me."

I obediently lay down like a little soldier. Victoria stroked my bare leg, then moved a little higher, opened the corners of the robe

"Well, you didn't have to wear underwear."

I smiled crookedly, and she was already pulling my briefs down to my knees. My dick lay there like a dead sausage. But neither the size, nor the state of the organ, nor the abundant hair bothered the woman. She massaged my balls, took the soft penis and kissed it. I watched as if spellbound. Blood began to rush to my dick and it started to harden and straighten in the warm female hands. The woman pulled back the skin, exposing the head, licked it, the dick retreated, licked again - it retreated again. She stroked it with her hand along its entire length, and then immersed the head into her mouth and began to suck. I jerked and... came. Victoria smiled, swallowing my fluid.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"Stop apologizing, everything's fine."

I was glad. Not that I came so quickly, of course, but at the fact of finishing at all, since it never happened with my previous partner.

"Do you want me to make you... feel good now," I offered, looking at my deflating member.

"Don't rush," Victoria said tenderly.

She stood up, took off her robe, revealing all her charms. She was beautifully built for her years, yes, her stomach wasn't flat but slightly protruding, her hips disproportionately wider in relation to her shoulders. Her breasts were large, probably size 3-4, pear-shaped with large brown nipples. For me at that moment, she was the most beautiful and desirable. My little friend. She lay down next to me again and began to caress my dick. I doubted it would happen so quickly, but it became firm again. Victoria licked and sucked the head, kissed and sucked my hairy balls and stroked the shaft with her hand. I looked at my erection and my dick seemed much larger than usual. I felt like a macho.

"Do you want me?" the woman asked.

"Insanely!"

She climbed on top of me and skillfully guided the head of my penis into her vagina. I froze, watching as the shaft disappeared into her.

"Oh, yes, my boy, so good."

I grabbed her tits and started kneading them, twisting her nipples. She slowly impaled herself on my dick. Suddenly I remembered her husband. I just hoped he wouldn't wake up. On the other hand, I wanted him to see his wife being fucked. At the thought of this, I got even more aroused.

"Can I do it from behind?" I ventured.

She skillfully jumped off me and got on all fours, arching her back. Both of her holes were looking at me. What if I try her ass, I thought, but didn't dare. My dick was back inside Victoria, and I, grabbing her wide hips, began to thrust it in sharply. I was proud of myself for fucking this magnificent woman for quite a long time now and not coming, letting her enjoy the sex too.

"Yes, my good boy, fuck me... mmm, yes, don't stop, please... a little more... yes... yes..."

The woman arched like a cat, clenched her legs and started to come, then collapsed onto her stomach, freeing my dick. I admired her from above. Spasms periodically jerked her body. I lay down next to her. Victoria dragged me under the shower, where, kneeling, she gave me a blowjob again and I came, firmly grabbing her head and pulling her to me.

After the shower, Victoria fed me a delicious dinner. Then we lay together in the bedroom again.

"Sorry, I'd really like to have you stay the night, but my husband usually wakes up early."

"I understand. Thank you, this was the best night of my life. Maybe one more time?"

"Let's do it another time, everything's burning from your dick. I'm not a young girl after all."

"Another time? Will there be one?"

"If you want it."

Of course I wanted it. And we met at least once a week for two months. Then the passion cooled a bit, we started seeing each other less often, and in the end, after about four months, we simply stopped writing and calling each other. Good things should be in moderation.

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