female taxi driver

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My car broke down, so I've had to take taxis to and from work these past few days. My girlfriend is preparing for the adult college entrance exam and
has to go to classes every night, which I fully support, but it means we can see each other even less.
It was late when I got off work, and I hailed a taxi. The driver was a woman, who looked to be in her late twenties
. She was wearing a red t-shirt, blue jeans, and white leather sandals. I sat in
the passenger seat and chatted with her. She seemed very talkative, discussing city development and local anecdotes with great detail
. Sometimes, when she turned her head, I could see a typical southern woman's face—slightly narrow eyes, delicate eyebrows, nose
, and lips. Although not exceptionally beautiful, and her skin was a bit tanned from the sun, her
refined gave her a very pleasant impression. While on the elevated highway, I heard a loud bang, and she suddenly swerved to
the side of the road and stopped the car. She had a flat tire. She apologized and told me not to take the fare, but to take another
taxi. I asked her what to do, and she said she would call her husband to come and fix it. I happened to be free that evening, so I said,
"I'm not in a rush, I'll fix it for you." She said, "How could I accept that?" I had already opened
the trunk and taken out the tools and the spare tire. The tire was changed quickly. I showered at a nearby hotel, and when I came out,
she was standing by the car waiting for me. The night wind made her hair dance in the wind, and her 165cm figure
looked even more graceful in the wind. I was mesmerized. She noticed my stunned expression. She smiled and didn't say anything, but I felt
quite embarrassed. After we started driving, she suddenly asked me, "Am I pretty?" I was taken aback, then replied,
"Pretty enough that I'd be willing to fix your car for you without taking a penny."
She laughed, stopped the car on the side of the road, stared straight into my eyes, and after a long while, said, "Where to now?"
"The mountaintop," I said.
We both seemed impatient. As soon as we stopped at the mountaintop, I hugged her and kissed her passionately. She
seemed just as enthusiastic. It was a bit cold outside, but we didn't notice. I pulled down her jeans, t-
shirt, and red bra in the back seat. In the dim light of the car, I could see she was wearing red panties. I'd never
had sex in a back seat before, and every position felt a little awkward. But thankfully,
I was in good shape today. I thrust into her no-longer-virgin vagina, caressing her round, full breasts. Her
legs were raised high, wrapped around my neck. At the height of passion, she moaned unrestrainedly. I was panting heavily.
When I ejaculated into her vagina, she reached her climax. We held each other tightly,
trembling and shaking. I enjoyed the most wonderful pleasure under the squeezing and contracting of her vagina.
For a long time.
After getting dressed, we smoked, gazing at the city lights, and fell silent. "What's your name?"
I asked her as we walked down the mountain. "Just call me Xiaofang." A name that evoked nostalgia. When we arrived at my place,
I invited her for tea, but she declined. I kissed her and said, "Will we ever meet again?" "It depends on fate,"
she replied, slamming on the gas and driving away. I remembered her license plate number. Every time I saw a taxi, I would
pay attention to the license plate, hoping to see that taxi driver, Xiao Fang, whose real name or pseudonym I didn't know, again. But I
never saw that taxi in this city of millions again; she vanished like a dream.
I never rode in a taxi again.
[The End]

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