Today I sat in a taxi on my way back home.
I picked this little spot second column behind the driver.
Right next to the window.
Dust was blasting my face from the oncoming traffic, I looked away trying to shield my eyes.
What happened next paralysed me for what felt like eternity.
The conductor had stopped the driver to pick up some passengers.
Amidst all the howling this girl enters the taxi.
Our eyes met as she bent to get unfold a seat, I was more focused on her bossom and tried to divert my eyes.
And in that moment we locked pupils.
I could not look away.
I did not look away.
She was not looking away.
She struggled to release her dress which was stuck on a hook.
Her bossom shook.
My mouth went dry.
I stretch out my tongue to eliminate the irritation and lick the shame off my mouth.
She winked at me.
And sat down.
Right across me...
