It was a month later I was home. Vala phoned to say she was coming to see me. When she got off the train she still had the tight plats in her hair. They hung over the side of her face as she pulled her bags from the carriage. As I approached she dropped the bags, and throws her arms around me, “God I need a fuck, it’s so far.” There was no way she was getting any fuck here. I picked up a bag and started for the taxi rank, one arm around her. I gave the driver my address. In the back Vala and I were wrapped in each others arms. She pulled up her dress and thrust my hand between her legs. She was wet and hot. The driver was looking. “Do you want some?” she asked loudly. The driver, in his late twenties did not know what to say. “Do you?” “Switch the meter off and find a place to park.” I told him. The meter went off, and we could wait no longer. Vala pulled my manhood out and I pushed into her woman hood. Wet, hot and deep, I plunged her depths. The taxi was speeding up and become less smooth. Vala was so easy to please. I held her as she came. The taxi pulled to a stop in a dark car park. Vala got out. Now she opened her dress and turned to the drive, “Do you want some.” He did, he got out. Vala draped herself over the front of the car. “Give it to her.” I told him. Vala started to remove his belt and trousers. Vala had to show him the way; she pulled his cock into place. He pushed in, and started to pound her hard and fast. He lost control, he just pounded her with no consideration. Vale did not mind. She took everything he gave her. As soon as he let go I reclaimed Vala and ploughed her again against the side of the car. The cool air made her nipples hard and firm. I warmed them with my mouth. When I had cum, the driver was just standing, looking on. “Get us home then, this trip is on you.” Vala told him. As we got back in the taxi, Vala told me, “I needed that.”