The Cab She Ordered Completely Changed Her Morning

The morning sun was only just beginning to warm the sidewalks when Carla waited on the corner with her bag slung over her shoulder. She wore a tight black dress that traced every curve, and heels that gave her a confidence she didn’t really feel that morning. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders, stirred by the breeze.

The white cab pulled up in front of her with a soft screech. The window rolled down and the driver appeared: Daniel, a man around forty-eight, graying hair, a tired but alert gaze. His blue shirt, creased by hours behind the wheel, did little to hide his broad shoulders.

—Good morning, you Carla? —he asked in a hoarse voice. His eyes ran over her for just an instant before returning to her face.

—Yes —she replied, getting into the back seat. She settled in, and the air filled with the sweetness of her perfume.

Daniel adjusted the rearview mirror, catching her reflection without any pretense.

—Heading downtown? —he asked, pulling away smoothly.

—Yes, to Belgrano Street —she answered, taking out her phone to cut off any small talk.

But he wasn’t giving up.

—You work around there? —he insisted, stopping at a red light.

She looked up and met his eyes in the mirror. There was something in his tone, a warmth she hadn’t expected.

—At a clothing store —she replied, this time less coldly.

—Ah, that explains why you’re so well dressed —he said, flashing a sly smile before speeding up.

Carla couldn’t help a short, almost involuntary laugh.

—Do you always pay your passengers compliments? —she asked, twirling a lock of hair.

—Only the ones who deserve them —Daniel said, eyes on the road, though his expression gave away his mischief.

The air inside the car grew warmer, more intimate. She slowly crossed her legs and noticed his eyes flick down for a second to her thighs before returning to the road.

—And doesn’t your wife scold you for tossing out compliments like that? —she asked, with a tone that suddenly sounded flirtatious.

Daniel took a deep breath.

—Well, there are things a glance can’t help —he murmured, and this time he was the one who seemed to weigh the cost of his own boldness.

The silence that followed was thick, charged with something neither of them dared name. The ride went on, but something had changed. Every word, every look, every tiny gesture was tinged with a tension that promised more.

***

The cab stopped in front of the clothing store. Carla looked down at her phone and there was the owner’s message, confirming what she already suspected: “Store closed today for municipal inspection. Don’t come.”

—Shit —she muttered through clenched teeth, pressing her lips together.

From the driver’s seat, Daniel watched her reaction in the mirror. He arched his eyebrows slightly when he saw her fingers tighten around the phone.

—Trouble? —he asked, letting the engine idle.

She sighed and looked up at him.

—Yeah, the store’s closed. They’re telling me only now —she explained, with a hint of irritation.

—Ah, bad luck —he said, though he couldn’t stop his eyes from dropping for an instant to her cleavage as she shifted in the seat.

—Wait a second for me? —she asked, opening the door without waiting for an answer.

—Sure, no rush.

Carla walked to the store door, her heels clicking on the sidewalk. The dress moved with every step. She knocked on the glass, tried to get someone’s attention, but no one answered. Frustrated, she returned to the car with quicker steps, her hips swaying with a rhythm the anger seemed to sharpen.

She sank back into the seat with an exasperated sigh.

—Take me back home —she said, crossing her arms.

But instead of pulling away, Daniel turned a little toward her.

—Well, at least you’ve got the day off. You can use it to rest, right? —he commented, trying to cheer her up.

—Yeah, great —she replied sarcastically, looking out the window.

He didn’t give up.

—Look on the bright side… as pretty as you are, I’m sure you’ve got better plans at home than dealing with people all day.

Carla glanced at him sidelong. She tried to keep frowning, but his words sent a tingle through her stomach.

—Do you always talk like that to your passengers? —she asked, now more curious than annoyed.

—Only when the passenger is someone like you —he replied, taking a little more of a risk.

She couldn’t stop a small, almost imperceptible smile, just enough for Daniel to notice his strategy was working.

—Fine, then drive already —she said, though her tone was no longer sharp, but playful.

He smiled to himself as he shifted into first. The ride back promised to be much more interesting than the ride there.

***

The cab moved slowly through traffic. Daniel adjusted the mirror again, making sure he had her in view. The silence was comfortable, but he still felt the need to break it.

—So… do you live alone? —he asked, as if it were casual, though his tone betrayed genuine interest.

She had been looking distractedly out the window. She turned her attention to him and their eyes met in the mirror.

—Yeah, alone —she confirmed, playing with the hem of her dress—. For about a year now. Before, I shared an apartment with a friend, but she moved in with her boyfriend.

—Ah, nice and easy —he commented, relaxing at the wheel—. Your own space, do whatever you want without anyone fucking with you. Though sometimes it must be kind of boring, right?

Carla shrugged.

—Depends. Sometimes, yeah, especially on weekends. But you get used to it.

Daniel used the opening to keep prying, with a little more boldness.

—And you don’t have a boyfriend? —he asked, trying to make it sound like simple curiosity, though his pulse quickened as he said it.

She let out a soft laugh, as if the question had caught her off guard.

—No, not right now. —She paused, debating whether to go on, but finally added—: Though I wouldn’t mind someone… someone to keep me company, make me feel good.

His answer made him tighten his grip on the wheel just slightly. He couldn’t help imagining scenarios, possibilities.

—As pretty as you are, I don’t get how you don’t have a line of guys waiting —he said, daring a more direct compliment.

Carla lowered her gaze, but not out of shyness, rather to hide the smile slipping free.

—And you? I’m sure your woman doesn’t let you go around saying that to just anyone —she shot back, returning the ball with a clever look.

Daniel took a deep breath, as if the question led him into more delicate territory.

—Well… the truth is things haven’t been going well at home for a while —he confessed, with a bitter edge—. Sometimes you miss feeling desired, you know?

The mood inside the car grew even more intimate, as if the walls were cutting them off from the world. Carla noticed her own breathing becoming slower, more deliberate.

—Yeah, I know —she murmured, almost to herself, but loud enough for him to hear.

—And what kind of man would you like to have? —he asked now, his voice lower, more personal.

She let out a sigh, as if she had never allowed herself to say it out loud before.

—Someone who treats me well, who makes me laugh… someone who knows what he wants —she replied. She didn’t say it directly, but her eyes in the mirror said plenty more.

Daniel nodded slowly, processing every word. The car kept moving, but neither of them seemed to be thinking about the destination.

***

The cab stopped in front of Carla’s building, a modest but tidy apartment block with flowering pots on the balconies. Daniel turned off the engine, but made no move to collect the fare. Instead, he turned toward her and rested one arm on the front seatback, his gaze warm but with a new glint of boldness.

—Hey… are you inviting me in for some mate? —he asked, with a half-smile that made it hard to tell if he was joking.

She already had her hand on the door handle. She stopped. Her fingers tightened on the cold metal while she processed the question. It wasn’t something she normally did, inviting a stranger home. But after that ride, he no longer felt so strange. And that mix of confidence and vulnerability about him made her stomach flutter.

—Seriously? —she asked, raising an eyebrow, unable to stop smiling.

—Well, you yourself said you don’t have anything to do —he replied, shrugging as if it were the most natural thing in the world—. And I’ve got the day off after this ride.

Carla gave a soft laugh, twirling a strand of hair.

—And your wife won’t come looking for you if you’re late?

Daniel held her gaze without looking away.

—I already told you things aren’t going well —he whispered, and this time there wasn’t a trace of joking—. Besides, it’s just some mate, right?

The silence that followed was dense, loaded with possibilities. Her pulse throbbed at her temples, quickened, but not from nerves—from that excitement that comes before something forbidden. She nodded.

—Okay, fine… but just some mate —she clarified, though both of them knew neither was thinking about the yerba.

***

They went up together. In the elevator she pressed the button for the third floor and they waited in silence, the tension palpable. Daniel kept glancing at her side: the curve of her neck, the way her hair fell over her shoulders. She pretended not to notice, though the blush on her cheeks gave her away. His large body seemed to take up more space than usual in the narrow cabin.

The elevator stopped. Carla stepped out first, searching her bag for the keys with hands that trembled slightly. Daniel followed behind her, his solid, warm presence like a promise.

She slipped the key into the lock, turned it, and pushed the door open.

—Welcome —she whispered.

He crossed the threshold behind her and the door closed softly, marking the beginning of something neither of them had planned, but both secretly wanted.

***

The thud of the door closing sounded like an echo in the small apartment. Carla barely managed to set her bag on the entry table when she felt the heat of Daniel’s body press against her back. His arms wrapped around her firmly, trapping her before she could react.

—Today you’re all mine —he whispered against her neck, his voice deep and heavy with intent.

She felt the weight of his arousal pressing against her through the fabric, and a shiver ran up her spine. She tried to turn, placing her hands over his in a weak attempt to pull away.

—Wait… it was just to have some mate —she protested, but her voice came out weaker than she wanted, her breath uneven.

Daniel wasn’t dissuaded. With an expert move, one hand slid up and squeezed a breast through the dress. Carla bit back a moan as she felt his fingers sink into her flesh.

—When a woman invites a man to her house, it’s for one thing —he murmured against her ear, his hot breath raising goosebumps on her skin.

She knew this could happen. She had imagined it from the moment she agreed to invite him in. But she hadn’t expected the urgency with which he handled her, as if he couldn’t bear one more second. And though part of her wanted to resist, another, deeper and more primitive part responded to every touch.

He didn’t give her time to think. With his free hand he grabbed the hem of her dress and began lifting it, slowly revealing her thighs, the lace stockings, the skin trembling under his touch. The wetness between her legs grew, an involuntary response that gave her away more than any words could.

—See… you don’t want me to stop —Daniel murmured, noticing how her body arched backward, looking for more contact.

Carla didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Every caress clouded her thoughts, every brush of his fingers now exploring beyond the edge of her underwear.

At last she turned toward him, and he claimed her lips in a deep, voracious kiss. She gave in, hands clutching his shoulders as urgency consumed them. The dress fell to the floor, and with it, any last attempt at resistance.

***

The black dress slid down to form a dark circle on the floor, revealing the lace set that barely contained her shape. The bra, with its thin straps falling over her shoulders, framed a neckline where skin contrasted with lace. Lower down, her waist narrowed before flaring into her hips, and the thong disappeared between her buttocks. The stockings, held up by delicate garters, traced lines that ended at the high heels.

Daniel watched her with dark, hungry eyes as he unbuckled his belt with hands that no longer pretended to be calm.

—Get on your knees —he ordered, in a voice that left no room for negotiation.

Carla felt a fresh shiver, but this time from anticipation. Slowly, she bent her legs until her knees rested on the carpet. From below she watched him free himself, already hard, the skin taut.

—Come on, don’t make me ask twice —he murmured, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers before guiding himself to her mouth.

She opened her lips and took him in, first the salty taste, then the weight on her tongue. Daniel didn’t give her time to settle in; with a firm thrust of his hips he pushed deeper.

—Fuck… —he growled, tangling one hand in her hair to set the rhythm—. I knew you’d be good, but this…

She couldn’t speak, but her eyes, a little teary from the effort, lifted to find his. She moved her tongue around him, tasting him, before taking him deeper again, now with more confidence.

—Just like that, exactly like that —he murmured, holding back a groan.

Carla answered with a guttural sound that made him tighten his fist harder in her hair. With every movement, the wetness between her legs grew, and the thong rubbing against her sensitive skin made her sway, searching for relief.

—You love it, don’t you? —Daniel asked, noticing how her body reacted—. That’s why you invited an older man over.

She couldn’t deny it. Even if she had wanted to, the way her fingers now clutched his thighs, urging him to move faster, was answer enough.

***

Daniel pulled out of her mouth with a wet sound, leaving a shining thread between her lips and the tip. With a rough but calculated motion he lifted her off her knees and pushed her against the edge of the living room table. The cold wood trembled beneath her weight, and the lace of the thong shifted to the side with a whisper that sounded obscene.

—So this is what you wanted, huh? —he growled as he lined himself up at her entrance, feeling how completely soaked she already was—. A lonely woman who needs a man to teach her.

Carla moaned when he entered her in one single thrust, filling her all at once. Her nails dug into the edge of the table as she stretched to take his thickness.

—God… yes… —she gasped, arching her back against the hard surface.

Daniel didn’t give her time to adjust. He started moving with deep thrusts and a steady rhythm, each удар making her hips撞 against the table. The wet sound of their bodies mixed with her broken moans.

—Look at yourself —he ordered, grabbing her thighs to open her wider—. Look at yourself with someone you didn’t even know an hour ago.

She obeyed, dropping her gaze to where their bodies connected. Watching him disappear inside her, over and over again, sent a wave of shame and excitement through her at the same time.

—Do you like feeling how I use you? —he asked, speeding up—. Knowing my woman has no idea I’m here?

—Yes! —Carla cried, feeling how every filthy word only drove him harder—. Harder!

Daniel cursed under his breath and changed the angle, searching for the spot that made her scream. When he found it, she let out a cry, her legs trembling around his waist.

—That’s it, scream —he roared, driving deeper—. I want you to remember this every time you touch yourself.

The thrusts grew more erratic, more urgent. She felt him swell inside her, ready. The air smelled of sex and sweat-slick skin, and the clash of their bodies filled the room.

—I’m going to… —he began, but Carla cut him off.

—Inside —she whispered, staring straight into his eyes—. I want to feel you inside.

That was the last straw. With an animal growl Daniel buried himself to the hilt and exploded, filling her with hot pulses that made her shudder under him.

When they finally separated, the table had been shoved several inches and Carla’s body gleamed with a fine layer of sweat. Daniel straightened his clothes without hurry, watching her with a satisfied smile.

—I don’t think you’ll forget this cab ride anytime soon —he murmured, running a finger along her damp neck before taking it to his mouth.

Carla, still panting, could only nod. She knew no solitary fantasy would ever be enough again after this.