The Taxi Driver – Her husband watched

I had been driving my big yellow and black checkered taxi most of the day. It was starting to get more crowded downtown. I honked a few times to make room. I pulled over to take a break. I was parked outside this very upscale restaurant. I looked out the rear of the parking lot. There was a taco truck selling some Korean barbecue. I got a few tacos to go. I drank a cold beer as I waited in the back seat of my cab. The restaurant was very busy. A few limos pulled up and dropped off some rich people. The guys were dressed in tuxedo’s and the women were wearing these very high price outfits.

It was about an hour later that I jumped out the back seat. I walked around the back of the parking lot. I was taking a piss in the back alley of the restaurant. I was only wearing a tight black shirt. Some cargo shorts. Some black sandals. I pushed my wet cock back in my black boxer briefs. I looked around as I walked back to my cab. I was maybe five feet from the back when I heard a loud noise. I then heard some people shouting. A couple guys were whistling. I looked up in front of my cab. About twenty feet from the hood. There was some guys gathering around in a circle around a man and woman. The guys were being kinda of rude to them.

“Hey baby. Why don’t you come with us. Leave this guy. Come on baby. Were better than your old man. Damn you look hot baby!!!….” said these different guys. I took a big breath. I walked up behind them. I stuck my head over this short guy. Being 6ft 4 and athletic helps. I got a big smile. There was a skinny short guy in a tux. Next to him. Was the object of these guys affection. She was about 5ft 9 with long curly blonde hair. It was straight on top. She had on a long red dress that stopped at her ankles. It was bedazzled by jewels all up and down the dress. The best part was the dress was two sizes to small. Her large ass almost burst out the side and down the back. Her large breast almost fell out the large scoop that was in front of the dress. I was not sure how her breast had not fallen out. She was not wearing a bra. I was not sure they made a bra that size.

I gulped. I was not sure what to do. The crowd of guys were getting more brazen. They tried to touch her dress. I was sure if they could. Someone might pull it off her body. She was very voluptuous as she stood on her big 6inch platform heels. “Will pay you sexy. Yeah how much for 6 guys? Who this your pimp?” said this one drunk guy. “This is my husband. Sir William Ascot III. Please move!! Honey what are you doing?” she said. Her husband was now behind the mob. He was jumping up and down trying to see what they were doing to his wife.

“Hey! YOUR RIDE HERE! Right this way lady. Please stay in front of me.” I yelled. I grabbed her hand and spun her around toward my cab. I put my hands around her thick waist. I pushed her out of the circle. I was heading toward my cab. Her husband was now next to me. The guys were behind us. They were yelling for me to stop. “Hey buddy. Stop cabbie! What are you doing man?” said the guys. “Got any money?” I said to her husband. “Yes!” he said. “Reach in you pocket. Throw it all in the air over your head.” I yelled. I was still pushing his wife as he threw the money over his head. I looked back to see the mob of guys stop. They started to chase the money.

“OK! Were here. Get in the back lady. Dude! Do you know how to drive?” I said. I held the back door open. She slid across the big black leather seat. She was on the passenger side looking out the window at the group of guys picking up her husband money. “Yes! Why do you ask kind sir?” he said. “OK! You drive. Take my spare keys. Just put your address in the GPS on the dash. I can’t drive after 9pm. I need to take a break before I can drive anyone. It’s a taxicab law. I think there coming back. They got all your money.” I yelled as I pointed at the mob of guys coming toward the cab.

I jumped in the back seat. He jumped in the front seat. I leaned forward two feet to push the glass window separating the front seat and the back seat open. “Go! Go!” I said. He started the cab. He put it in drive and sped out of there. The drunk guys chased the cab for a block or two. “Put your address in the GPS. Perfect. Now follow the directions.” I said. “Look! Brenda! I’m driving a taxi. I’m the taxi driver.” he said. I closed the glass window before I sat back on the leather chair. “That nice honey. Thank you sir. Thank you for saving us. I don’t know what would have done.” she said.

“My pleasure. Your very welcome. What happen in the restaurant to make those guys come after you like that?” I said.