The Remis She Ordered Changed Her Morning Completely

The morning sun had barely begun to warm the sidewalks when Carla waited on the corner, her bag slung over her shoulder. She wore a tight black dress that accentuated every curve, and heels that gave her a confidence she didn’t actually feel entirely that morning. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders, stirred by the breeze.

The white remis braked in front of her with a soft squeal. The window rolled down, revealing the driver: Daniel, a man of about forty-eight, with salt-and-pepper hair and a tired but alert gaze. His blue shirt, wrinkled from hours behind the wheel, couldn’t quite conceal his broad shoulders.

“Good morning, are you Carla?” he asked in a raspy voice. His eyes traveled over her for just an instant before returning to her face.

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

Daniel adjusted the rearview mirror, catching her reflection without making any attempt to hide it.

“Are you going downtown?” he asked, pulling away smoothly.

“Yes, to Belgrano Street,” she answered, taking out her phone to cut off any conversation.

But he wasn’t giving up.

“Do 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 with less coolness.

“Ah, no wonder you’re so well dressed,” he commented, sketching a mischievous smile before speeding up.

Carla couldn’t help letting out a brief, almost involuntary laugh.

“Do you always compliment your female passengers?” she asked, playing with a lock of hair.

“Only the ones who deserve it,” Daniel said, his eyes on the road but his expression betraying his playfulness.

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

“Doesn’t your wife scold you for handing out compliments?” she asked, her tone suddenly flirtatious.

Daniel took a deep breath.

“Well, there are some things a man’s eyes can’t help,” he murmured, and this time he seemed to weigh the boldness of his own words.

The silence that followed was thick, charged with something neither of them dared name. The journey continued, but something had changed. Every word, every glance, every small gesture was tinged with a tension that promised more.

***

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

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

From the driver’s seat, Daniel watched her reaction in the mirror. His eyebrows rose slightly when he saw how tightly her fingers squeezed the phone.

“Problems?” he asked, leaving the engine idling.

She sighed and looked up at him.

“Yes, the store’s closed. They’re only telling me now,” she explained, annoyance coloring her voice.

“Ah, bad luck,” he said, though he couldn’t stop his eyes from dropping for a moment toward her cleavage as she shifted in the seat.

“Will you wait for me a second?” she asked, opening the door without waiting for an answer.

“Sure, no rush.”

Carla walked to the store’s door, her heels ringing against the sidewalk. The dress moved with every step. She knocked on the glass and tried calling, but no one answered. Frustrated, she returned to the car with quicker steps, her hips swaying in a rhythm that her anger seemed to accentuate.

She dropped into the seat with an exasperated sigh.

“Take me back home,” she said, crossing her arms.

But instead of pulling away, Daniel turned slightly toward her.

“Well, at least you have the day off. You can take advantage of it and rest, right?” he remarked, trying to cheer her up.

“Yeah, great,” she replied sarcastically, looking out the window.

He didn’t give up.

“Look on the bright side… with how beautiful you are, I’m sure you have better plans at home than dealing with people all day.”

Carla glanced at him. She tried to keep her frown in place, but his words sent a flutter through her stomach.

“Do you always talk like that to your female passengers?” she asked, now more curious than angry.

“Only when the passenger is someone like you,” he replied, taking a slightly bigger risk.

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

“Well, get moving,” she said, though her tone was no longer cold, but playful.

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

***

The remis moved slowly through the traffic. Daniel adjusted the mirror again, making sure to keep her in his field of vision. The silence was comfortable, but he still felt the need to break it.

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

She had been gazing distractedly out the window. Her attention shifted toward him, and their eyes met in the mirror.

“Yes, alone,” she confirmed, playing with the edge of her dress. “For about a year, more or less. Before that I shared an apartment with a friend, but she moved in with her boyfriend.”

“Ah, that must be comfortable,” he commented, relaxing his posture at the wheel. “Your own space, doing whatever you want without anyone bothering you. Although it must get kind of boring sometimes, right?”

Carla shrugged.

“It depends. Sometimes, especially on weekends. But you get used to it.”

Daniel took advantage of the opening to keep probing, 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 by surprise.

“No, not right now.” She paused, unsure whether to continue, but finally added, “Although I wouldn’t mind having someone… someone to keep me company, someone who made me feel good.”

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

“With how beautiful you are, I don’t understand how you don’t have a line of men waiting for you,” he said, risking a more direct compliment.

Carla lowered her gaze, not out of shyness, but to hide a smile that was escaping her.

“And you? I’m sure your wife doesn’t let you go around saying that to just anyone,” she replied, tossing the ball back with a clever look.

Daniel took a deep breath, as though her question had led him onto more delicate ground.

“Well… the truth is, things haven’t been good at home for a while,” he confessed, a trace of bitterness in his voice. “Sometimes you miss feeling desired, you know?”

The atmosphere inside the car grew even more intimate, as though the walls had shut them off from the world. Carla noticed that her own breathing had become slower, more deliberate.

“Yes, I know,” she murmured, almost to herself, but loudly enough for him to hear.

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

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

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

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

***

The remis stopped in front of Carla’s building, a modest but neat apartment block with flowering potted plants on the balconies. Daniel switched off the engine, but made no move to collect the fare. Instead, he turned toward her and rested one arm on the back of the front seat, his gaze warm but carrying a new glint of boldness.

“Hey… will you invite me in for some mate?” he asked, with a half smile that made it difficult to tell whether he was joking.

Her hand was already on the door handle. She stopped. Her fingers tensed around the cold metal as she processed the question. She didn’t usually invite strangers into her home. But after that ride, he no longer felt like such a stranger. And that mix of confidence and vulnerability in him sent a flutter through her stomach.

“Seriously?” she asked, arching an eyebrow, unable to keep from smiling.

“You said yourself you’ve got nothing to do,” he replied, shrugging as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “And I have the day off after this ride.”

Carla let out a soft laugh, playing with a lock of hair.

“And isn’t your wife going to come looking for you if you take too long?”

Daniel held her gaze without looking away.

“I already told you things aren’t good,” he whispered, and this time there wasn’t a trace of a joke. “Besides, it’s only some mate, right?”

The silence that followed was thick, loaded with possibilities. She felt her pulse racing at her temples, but not from nerves—from the excitement that comes before something forbidden. She nodded.

“All right, then… but just some mate,” she clarified, though they both knew neither of them was thinking about the yerba.

***

They went upstairs together. In the elevator, she pressed the button for the third floor, and they waited in silence, the tension palpable. Daniel watched her from the corner of his eye: the curve of her neck, the way her hair fell over her shoulders. She pretended not to notice, though the flush in her cheeks gave her away. His large body seemed to take up more space than usual in the cramped cabin.

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

She put the key in the lock, turned it, and pushed.

“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 desired.

***

The sound of the door closing echoed through the small apartment. Carla had barely managed to set her bag on the entryway table when she felt the heat of Daniel’s body pressing against her back. His arms wrapped firmly around her, trapping her before she could react.

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

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

“Wait… we were only going to have some mate,” she protested, but her voice came out weaker than she wanted, her breath uneven.

Daniel wasn’t deterred. With an experienced movement, one of his hands slid up and squeezed one of her breasts through the dress. Carla held back a moan as she felt his fingers sink into the flesh.

“When a woman invites a man into her home, it’s for one thing only,” he murmured against her ear, his hot breath raising gooseflesh 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 wait another second. And although one part of her wanted to resist, another, deeper and more primitive, responded to every touch.

He gave her no time to think. With his free hand, he grabbed the edge of her dress and began lifting it, gradually revealing her thighs, the lace stockings, the skin trembling beneath his touch. The dampness between her legs grew, an involuntary response that betrayed her more than any words could.

“See… you don’t want me to stop,” Daniel murmured, noticing how her body arched backward, seeking 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 captured her lips in a deep, ravenous kiss. She gave herself over, her hands clinging to his shoulders as urgency consumed them. The dress fell to the floor, and with it, any final attempt at resistance.

***

The black dress slid down to form a dark circle on the floor, revealing the lace set that barely contained her curves. Her bra, its thin straps slipping over her shoulders, framed a cleavage where skin contrasted with lace. Farther down, her waist narrowed before opening out toward her hips, and the thong disappeared between her buttocks. Stockings held up by delicate garters traced lines that ended in her high heels.

Daniel watched her with dark, hungry eyes as he unbuckled his belt, his hands no longer making any attempt to conceal his urgency.

“Kneel,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for negotiation.

Carla felt another shiver, but this time it was one of anticipation. Slowly, she bent her legs until her knees touched the carpet. From below, she watched him free himself, already hard, the skin taut.

“Come on, don’t make me beg,” he murmured, stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers before guiding himself toward her mouth.

She parted her lips and took him in, first the salty taste, then the weight against her tongue. Daniel gave her no time to adjust; with a firm movement of his hips, he pushed farther inside.

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

She couldn’t speak, but her eyes, slightly teary from the effort, lifted to meet his. She moved her tongue around him, tasting him, before sinking her head down again, this time with more confidence.

“That’s it, exactly like that,” he murmured, holding back a groan.

Carla answered with a guttural sound that made him tighten his fist in her hair. With every movement, the dampness between her legs increased, and the rubbing of the thong against her sensitive skin made her squirm, seeking relief.

“You love it, don’t you?” Daniel asked, noticing how her body responded. “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 clung to his thighs, urging him to move faster, was answer enough.

***

Daniel withdrew from her mouth with a wet sound, leaving a shining thread between her lips and the tip. With a rough but calculated movement, he lifted her from her knees and pushed her against the edge of the living-room table. The cold wood shuddered beneath her weight, and the lace of her thong, pushed aside, sounded like an obscene whisper.

“So this is what you wanted, right?” he growled as he positioned himself at her entrance, feeling how completely wet she already was. “A lonely woman who needs a man to teach her.”

Carla moaned when he penetrated her with a single thrust, filling her all at once. Her nails dug into the edge of the table as she stretched to accommodate his thickness.

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

Daniel gave her no time to adjust. He began moving with deep thrusts and a steady rhythm, every stroke making her hips knock against the table. The wet sound of their bodies mixed with her broken moans.

“Look at you,” he ordered, gripping her thighs to spread her wider. “Look at you with someone you didn’t even know an hour ago.”

She obeyed, lowering her gaze to where their bodies joined. Watching him disappear inside her again and again sent a wave of shame and arousal through her at once.

“Do you like feeling me use you?” he asked, speeding up. “Knowing my wife has no idea I’m here?”

“Yes!” Carla cried, feeling how each dirty word aroused him even more. “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.”

His thrusts grew more erratic, more urgent. She felt him swell inside her, ready. The air smelled of sex and sweaty skin, and the collision of their bodies filled the room.

“I’m going to…” he began, but Carla interrupted him.

“Inside,” she whispered, looking directly into his eyes. “I want to feel you inside me.”

That was the final straw. With an animal growl, Daniel plunged all the way in and exploded, filling her with hot pulses that made her shudder beneath him.

When they finally separated, the table had been shoved several inches across the floor, and Carla’s body gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat. Daniel adjusted his clothes at his leisure, looking at her with a satisfied smile.

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

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