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“Is this cab taken?” Languorously, she lifted her green mascara-clad eyelids and gave a half-smile. “‘Fraid so.”I’d left the party in the local wine bar and decided to get home before I passed out. I was feeling pretty squiffy. Two taxis cruised by with their engaged signs on. It began to spit with rain. I looked through the back window of the parked cab. The interior light was on. The passenger had now closed her eyes again. I snuck a crafty look at this enticing creature, stretched out across the back seat.She wore black suede high-heels and black fishnet thigh-highs. Her emerald green satin pleated mini-skirt Beşevler escort had ridden up, revealing a wonderous strip of naked thigh and the tantalising sight of a pair of tiny black lace panties, with green bows on the corners. Her top was a trim, black lace-edged jacket, casually pulled aside to reveal no slip, but a black half-cup bra. Her slender arms were clad with elbow-length black lace gloves. The only jewellery she wore was a green diamante chain around her right ankle. But her most alluring feature was her bobbed bright green hair.”You sure it’s taken?”This Çankaya escort bayan time she didn’t bother to open her eyes. “Sure.”The rain came down harder. No more taxis were in sight.”Err… look… would you consider sharing the ride?” I suggested, now desperate to get out of the impending deluge. She shook her head.Thinking that possibly the cab had been booked by one of the guests at the party I’d just quit, I asked cheekily: “Mind telling me who booked this cab?”The slow-motion eyelids were raised again. “It’s for someone called Nick.””Nick? But that’s ME!””She Escort Cebeci narrowed her gaze suspiciously. “You’re Nick?””Yes!””Was that your birthday party going on in there?””Yes!”She straightened up on the seat and gave her jacket a little tug to conceal the bra. “Oh well, then that makes all the difference. You see – I’m your special birthday present. From your mates inside?””Present?”She leaned across and un-clicked the door’s security lock, allowing it to swing open. “Yes, for the night. Climb in.”The taxi driver, who had remained resolutely silent throughout, started the engine. The rear compartment was warm and inviting, heavily overlaid with the musky perfume she was wearing. She patted the seat for me to sit beside her. “Hi Nick – I’m Tania. Just give the driver your address and we’ll be off.”We sped through the deserted wet streets and were outside my apartment block in under 15 minutes.