Taxi love
It was that bar down on Lombard where they show classic movies on the wall-mounted television. This time, it was Taxi Driver
Each night when I return the cab to the garage, I have to clean the cum off the back seat… –a much younger Robert de Niro, flinging the rag into the trash.
He was working on a Bud. Not his first of the night. “In Australia,” he told me, “you sit up front beside the cabdriver. It was Sunday morning, she was a young student earning a few extra bucks, and she looked really good. We’d driven to every nightclub in Sydney looking for my buddy, and when we couldn’t find him, I bought her a coffee.”
He laughed. “I wanted to go back to her place, but she lived with her parents. So, just as the sun came up, she leaned over, unzipped me, and gave me the best blowjob of my life.”
He laughed again, coarsely. “I gave her a tip. They don’t expect a tip in Australia.”
I looked at him, disbelief on my face. He was shaped rather like a beachball, he was old, he was ugly and he was drunk.
“I was younger then,” he said. “You know what? I came back home, and every time I had a date, I’d get her to suck me off in the cab. You know Broadway and Columbus?”
I nodded.
“That was the first time. We stopped at the red light, and that’s where I blew. After that, every time I got into a cab, I got a hard-on.”
…eye-shadow, mascara, lipstick, rouge…and then perfume, the spray kind. And then get this. In the middle of the Triboro Bridge – and this woman is beautiful – she changes her pantyhose!…I jump in the back seat and I whip it out and I said, you know what this is?…If she says, ‘It’s love,’ you know, I’m gonna f— her brains out. She goes wild, you know. And she said, ‘It’s the greatest single experience of my life.’ And she gave me a two hundred dollar tip and her phone number in Acapulco. –The Wizard, Taxi Driver
We’d gotten to talking about sex in taxis. Everyone has a story. I remembered a girl in the back of a taxi on a ride to Fort Mason. We held hands and kissed and lost track of time.
“No sex?” My drunk companion looked appalled. “That’s your best taxi ride?”
“Best taxi ride of my life,” I assured him.
Everyone has a story. What’s yours? Did you go all the way? Did the taxi come before you did? Who got the tip?
–Guy Sez
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