I hear him ask me with ragged breathing if I'm going to take his seed in his mouth or if we could wait until we get to the hotel so we don't make a mess.

"I'd prefer the taxi driver not catch on." I reply indicating my mouth would be for a more intimate time all while starting to slowly run my hand up and down his clothed tent.

He leans in whispering in my ear while simultaneously sending a shiver of extacy up my spine as he places his hand on the curvature where my quads meet my inner thigh. He tells me that he knows I'll make more of a mess with my hand than my mouth as we've tried this same scenario before and my hand wasn't enough. That he knows he'll soak the seat, and this time we're in a taxi.

"Are you trying to get me as close to the point as you are with your current hand position?" I begin asking half serious half teasing. "Maybe we should wait until we reach the hotel." I finish with unexpected ragged breathing.

I see him smile as his hand lifts and he asks how much I'm turned on and if my muscles would jiggle just as much as on the airplane if he dropped his hand. As I'm still trying to catch my breath he confesses that he thinks we are both already beyond the point of stopping an impending flood so if I agree to bring my mouth to his tent we'll never see our taxi driver again anyways. I then feel his hand finally drop making my muscles jiggle unrestrained. At the same time I feel my ragged breathing increase as I bite my lip to keep from moaning/screaming.

"You nearly made me wet my seat." I whisper as I begin confessing. "So if I use my mouth how do you purpose you're going to stop me from making a mess?" I finish asking teasingly.

He replies that if I'm worried about making a mess he knows an angle where we can become one and the driver won't be able to see. I then feel him grasp and shake my thigh making me involuntarily clench my legs together to try to stop a nearly impending flood.

"Show me what you have in mind...I'm about to explode." I whisper in a very quick bout of desperation.