Por jeropa, me castigó una pasajera

Some time have you had something that you wanted within reach and as punishment they didn't let you touch it? It happened to me... Hello!! How are you?? I'm going to tell a story that happened to me many years ago, when I was just starting out with the taxi service. At that time, I was driving a Meriva for an agency in Banfield (before Spin existed), and at that time, that mobile was considered VIP, so I had very good trips. The 99 percent of cars from this important agency have polarized glass. One Sunday morning, or rather, after the bowling ends, they sent me to Capital to pick up a passenger. It was scheduled for 9 de Julio and Corrientes, at the Mac. When I arrived, I waited a moment and then saw that no one was approaching, so I called the agency to locate it on the phone. They told me: she's approaching, travel until such street. To be honest, in my work I'm a bit serious at first but only due to respect. As she got in, I saw that it was a girl who passed unnoticed, not that she wasn't pretty; she was of normal height, slightly on the short side, plumpish, brunette, around 20/23 years old, and it seemed like she had just come from dancing based on her clothing and that leather mini-skirt she wore. We greeted each other and I started driving. In the trip we talked about a couple of things and she told me that her friend left her in the lurch and she had to go back alone. I was driving and answering less often until I realized it was because she had fallen asleep (it was around 7). Already going down Pueyrredon Bridge, I caught myself looking at her through the mirror and saw that her legs had opened up due to movement, but in an exaggerated way. I went crazy. I turned my head to look at her better but couldn't because I was driving. Until I stopped at a red light and saw her well: what a lovely little skirt she had!! It wasn't seamless but it was small and almost transparent, you could see her labial lips almost perfectly. At the next red light that almost get to Lanús, turned around again to look at her for a few seconds until I heard: - what are you doing? What are you looking at? - nothing... I... This... - so serious that you seemed to have finished being a masturbator!! - excuse me, it was an accident. I apologize a thousand times. I don't know what happened... - look at yourself in the mirror correctly!! The last thing he said was weird because of the tone he used. Instantly started laughing: - look who's the masturbator the driver who got stuck with me. Lucky I woke up or who knows... - don't worry, I wouldn't do something stupid or crazy without your consent. I was just looking at you because ... - so you like being looked at? - he interrupted me. - yes, quite a bit, and you can say that you're right in how you called me. Then she opened her right leg again and said: - look then, little boy. Turn your head quickly (I always handle it) and she challenged me: - no, no... Look ahead or we'll crash if not... Just for the mirror. I saw her opening her legs more and more until the skirt started to run a bit. I thought that would give me permission to do more and stretched my hand back, but she closed her legs and told me not to think about touching her because otherwise she'd make a mess. I replied that it wasn't necessary to touch her with the car brakes and looking at her well enough for me, but she didn't let me either. She wanted to get home and make me suffer while doing so: - you're not going to brake the car, you're not going to touch me or look directly at me, just through the mirror. You're lucky my friend left me alone and hot to go with someone else, otherwise I'd be reporting... On one side I wanted to argue that she couldn't report me just for looking at her or showing that it wasn't my fault; but on the inside I thought: I was a fool if I didn't take advantage of the occasion, total I wouldn't lose anything, maybe even gain. So I took advantage of the situation: she warmed up my cock like a hen but didn't let anything else happen. I could see her opening her legs and touching herself. At first timidly but by the time we reached Lanús, I already had her without underwear and listening to the PLOP PLOP of her masturbation... And I couldn't even jerk off freely! Only touching above my pants. It seems she was really hot. Too bad I couldn't do anything. By the time we got to Banfield, she got off but before she left, she warned me (partly with a threat) that she would call the agency to block me so she wouldn't look for me again. I asked her if she was going to say something and laughing told me she wasn't, just that she would say I didn't handle it well enough not to tell the truth. I only got one attention call from the cabin chief. That's how things went down. Maybe I omitted some details but... It happened years ago and I never had any kind of contact with her again. Later on, I'll tell you about other things that have happened to me (luckily, better ones). Hugs...