It was very late at night – not the best time to be a taxi driver. Or that’s what I thought until I noticed three very drunk, very sexy, and very scantily-clad ladies staggering out of a pub and waving at me frantically. I pulled over and let them in, asking “Where will it be, Loves?”

One of them, a blond in a miniskirt with black fishnet stockings, gave me an address, and I pulled away from the curb – gently. I didn’t want anyone throwing up in my back seat. I watched the trio in my mirror, checking them out, and listening to their conversation. The blond was named Rachel, and she was accompanied by two brunettes – one named Nina, and one named Michelle. They were just returning from a hen night, and I gathered that the male stripper had left them extremely horny. I won’t repeat what they said, because I’m not very interested in the size of other men’s cocks – but it was clear that these three were quite worked up, since they could hardly keep their hands off of each other. Rachel, sitting in the middle, had one leg draped over Nina and one over Michelle, which left her thighs spread wide apart. She wasn’t wearing panties, and if I looked carefully I could just make out her shaved slit.

I was paying too much attention to Rachel’s smooth crotch and not enough attention to the road, because there was a sudden lurch and a thud, and we came to a jarring stop. I had jumped the curb and hit a road-sign.

“Shit.” I muttered. “Ladies, let me just check and see if I’ve broken a light and I’ll be right back.” Reluctantly I got out of the cab, leaving the keys in the ignition, and walked around the front. There was no damage, fortunately, so I reluctantly resolved to pay attention to the road and get my pussy fix from a magazine when I got back home, and returned to my cab.

When I tried to open the door, though, I found that it was locked. One of the girls had locked me out of my own cab! I turned to the side window to get their attention and demand they let me in, and immediately though better of it. They were locked in a three-way kiss, with their tongues darting and slithering wetly in and out of each other’s mouths. I decided to keep quiet and see what developed.

It was a smart choice, because while they kissed their hands roved. Michelle had her hands up Rachel’s skirt and was rubbing that smooth cunt and at last I got to se it open up – pink and glistening with juices I could only imagine tasting.