While walking her, I glanced. She was wearing a tight fitting dress and I swore I could see the contours of her breasts. Round and firm. Tight and perky. She must be a very well kept person, judging by her physical appearance and the way she dressed.
I helped her to a bench at the void deck. Straight away she rested her head.
Me: “Eh, don’t sleep here. Your house upstairs. Just walk and you will be home safely.”
I sensed this will take some time. I needed her to freshen up a little bit.
I went back to my taxi and grabbed a bottle of mineral water. It was half empty, but I needed her to drink it. I came back and saw her sitting with legs apart.
Me: “Drink. You smoke? Light a stick. And sit properly.”
The girl just looked at me. She folded her legs and took out of her purse a box of Winston. She lighted it. The first puff she inhaled so deeply I was afraid she might choke.
10 minutes, she smoked two sticks and finished my mineral water. Her eyes began to be aware of the surroundings and her speech was no longer incoherent.
The girl: “Why are you helping me?”
She was looking down and holding her ciggy while asking me that.
Me: “Because you are a lady. Drunk. Plus, you are hot.”
The girl turned her head and looked at me. Again, she smiled. Cynically?
She tried to stand up, but her knees nearly gave way. I managed to hold her and let her stand straight.
Again she repeated: “Why are you helping me. I do not know you.”
Me: “Okay first off you are drunk. Can’t let you sleep in my taxi. I need to wake you up so you can go back home. I don’t want trouble. Make sure you okay so you cannot anyhow say I hanky panky with you.”
The girl giggled. You know, how a drunkard girl would.
The girl: “Do you do this every time to a Drunk girl?”
Me: “First time I sent a super drunk girl like you.”
The girl giggled again: “I not drunk la, just Tipsy only. See. I can stand.”
She stretched her body to pose. She had this S shape in her body. With two goggles staring at me and her long legs. I imagined them on top of my shoulders.
She then did a supermodel pose. And she began to strut. Strut in a drunken stupor. I caught her when she fumbled. Both her hands holding onto my shoulders. I held onto her waist. Size 24 I think. So now we were face to face and we stared at each other’s eyes. She was flawless. No pimples, dark skins, her eyelashes were natural long. And she always smiled. Her lips always half opened.
The girl: “I’m not drunk. If I am, I wouldn’t be standing here because I will get laid with that arsehole (The guy.).”
Oh… K…
Suddenly the girl leaned on me. Then she hugged me and whispered in my ear…
“Thank you for saving me.”
I did not know I was a hero.
The girl then kissed me on my sweaty left cheek. And hugged me.
I felt time stop. Brushing my chest against hers, I could feel the pair of her awesome rack.
The hug was tight and I was expecting some sponge from her bra, but no.
It was meat. Round, firm meat.
Her right leg was slightly bent and her thigh brushed my crotch. Up and down. Up and down. Naturally, my schlong got hard. Not that I never resisted the feeling.
I stroked her back gently. Did I hear an ahhhh??
Me: “Miss, I gotta go. I will give you the receipt proving I did not take a detour while you were sleeping in the cab. And also prove that I’m not afraid if you wanna allege me of doing something wrong.”
The girl stared at me, from my head to my toe and then focused on my groin. She kept quiet while both her hands were stroking mine.
Me: “Miss, you okay?”
The girl then walked away. Obviously she swayed side to side and then stopped.
The girl turned to me and said: “Forget the receipt. Help me to my house and I pay $50.”
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