your eyes as you cum hard over my finger.” He got more insistent with his finger strokes, keeping me on the edge the entire time, and then finally taking me past the point of no return.
Grabbing onto his hand, I dug my teeth into the palm of his hand, allowing my moans of ecstasy to wash over me with an intensity that took me by surprise. “Mmmmmmpppph.” Suppressing my joyful exclamation, I heard his intake of breath as my teeth nipped at the skin of his hand. “Um, driver, could you give us a few more minutes, and take the scenic route instead.” He received a smile from the elderly driver, and then was snaking down his zipper, unleashing the object of my desire. It protruded from his waist obscenely, and I was just coming back from my post orgasmic state, seeing his majestic tower of manhood right there within reach of my eager little fingers.
“You are very bold, and I think I like that about you.” Placing my hand on the heated column of flesh, I felt that heat penetrate my hand, and then I began to move by fingers up and down his length. His intake of breath told me that I was doing something right, and I continued to explore his manly piece of pipe, giving it a very personal touch. There was a small droplet of pre-ejaculate on the tip, and I swirled it around my head with my finger, spreading it down the whole shaft. It gave it a nice sheen, and allowed my hand to slip easily back and forth with no effort whatsoever.
I had never done anything like this before, and he was certainly taking me out of my element. The very idea that we were doing this inside the cab was exciting enough, but his body was a work of art that needed to be appreciated the right way. I didn't think that I would move us further along, but he had something else in mind, and was going to take what he wanted. Grabbing my hair, he pulled in such a way that I was now this close to kissing the heated skin of his shaft. “We either stop now, or we just let the chips fall where they may.”
Moving his cock head across my lips, I felt the wetness, and then stuck out my tongue to get myself a little taste. He was like a drug that I couldn't kick, and had no desire to walk away from him until I got more from the source. Having already had a very strong climax of my own, I wanted to do the same thing for him, and maybe that would be the end of it.
“Go ahead, it’s yours for the taking, and all you have to do is open your mouth.” I was about to do just that, but I was finally able to pull myself away from the abyss. This had gone way too far, and I was glad to see that stronger minds had prevailed. Glancing away, I took my hand off of him, and left him with a case of blue balls that he would not soon forget. “Don’t tell me that you are getting a conscience, and that you are feeling bad about what we have done already.” I think he knew the answer to that, as I was now looking away from his magnificent physique, in order to try and keep a semblance of my marriage alive.
“This can't happen, and I think it's going to be up to me to make sure that we don't do something that we will both regret.” I didn't want to look at him, so I continued to watch the scenery outside my window, even though I knew that his cock was right there. One more look in his direction, and I would not be able to control myself any longer. This had to end, and I was the only one that was going to make sure that nothing happened beyond what we already did. “My marriage means a lot to me, and I will not be swayed by you or anybody.” My argument was falling on deaf ears, but he wasn't trying to force the issue, and I’m not sure what I would have done to make him stop.
Finally, I looked back to see that his cock was no longer out in the open, and we were pulling up to the hotel. It had an old-style, which looked like it had been passed down from generation to generation. It was perfectly located within the city of Hong Kong, and was in