It was just a fleeting glimpse. As she bent down to pick up her glove the wind blew and lifted the back of her skirt. For a split second I got the perfect view of her stocking clad thighs and the folds of her cunt nestled between them. She was bare beneath her skirt. A daring action considering the length of said skirt, or maybe that was exactly why she had chosen to go without. I wondered if maybe she was dressing for someone. A lover perhaps. Most would assume a man, but maybe it was a woman. The answer came though in the form of a man in a long dark coat. They hugged and then he kissed her, she lent into him, her arms snaking round his neck, his hand in hair and the other in the small of her back. As he pulled her into his body her skirt lifted again. If they were not already lovers I could only assume they would be very soon and he would get to discover what I already knew about her.
The traffic shifted forward slightly and for a moment I lost sight of them but then there they were on the edge of the pavement waving me down. They climbed into the back of the cab. She gave me the name of a hotel. I smiled at her in the rear view mirror.
“Don’t think I have ever met a female black cab driver” she said
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