I have many fetishes and a plethora of fantasies aspired by them. One of my obsessions, that unfortunately hasn’t been fulfilled yet, is to get sexy with a taxi driver. I am not sure what aspect of their identity turns me on, but I do find the appeal of them very sexy. Even though I tend to like more bear type of guys, when it comes to taxi drivers, looks are not that important. It’s about the whole package.

Even though I have flirted with many of them, I have never been able to experience what hooking up would be like. And so, this idea has become an obsession. I did come close to fulfilling this fantasy though. A story worth sharing, I believe.

It was a Tuesday night and I had just landed on the Athenian airport after a business trip abroad. Got my luggage and headed to get a taxi that would finally get me into my treasured home. Queuing in the taxi line, I saw the most sexy greek bear driving one of the cabs. I prayed in all the known gods that he would be the one to drive me home. And my prayers were answered. He got out of the car to help me with the luggages and I lost it for a second. He was a mountain of sex presenting as a man. Tall and beefy, dark skinned, a buzz cut accompanied by a salt and pepper beard, and a tight polo t-shirt that would barely cover his belly. The shirt was unbuttoned, letting his chest fur roam free. He lifted my heavy luggage as if it was a feather, and the t-shirt revealed the last piece of the fantasy, his butt crack. A dream.

He was chatty, which I wouldn’t expect from someone that was about to finish their shift. He was telling me about his day and how fed up he was with all the crazy tourists that would always find ways to irritate him. And locals would always be a good break, especially from speaking english. We were chatting like we were friends, asking about each other’s life etc. it was a long ride after all.

At some point, a bit after midnight, his phone rang. It was his wife wanting to check why he was late. He asked me politely, “would you mind if I pick up?” And I of course gave him the green light. To my surprise, he put her on speakerphone.

“Are you still working my love?” Her voice was calm and deep.

“Yes babe, just got my last ride from the airport.”

“Tourist?”

“Yes,” he said and raised his finger signaling me to stay quiet while looking at me through the mirror. He giggled, letting me know me he loved sharing this secret with me.

“Be quick my love, I am all alone and horny. I need my man to come and fuck me after this hard day.”

That’s why he giggled, I thought. I was getting excited experiencing this private conversation between this gorgeous man and his horned up wife.

“Babe, don’t get me hard while I have a customer here,” he said while his right had was squeezing his bulge.

“Is he hot?” she asked, clearly aroused by the idea that someone was listening to them.

“Tall and beefy, the way you like them,” he said, after giving me another look through the mirror. “And he seems well gifted,” he added. And I smiled naughtily, squeezing my dick as well. How could I not?

“If only you could see me playing with myself, my love. Thinking of you, and him. If only you were here.” Her tone was calm, trying not to give away the sex talk taking place. And he replied in the same way.

“Get yourself wet for me, and I will be there soon enough babe. Love you.” And he hung up.

He gave me the naughtiest look through the mirror, with a nasty smile that drove me crazy. “She gets so horny with people listening. My queen needs to get fucked everyday.” Our bromance was real. Or was it something more than that? At least, that’s what I was hoping for.

“Such a lucky man you are,” I ensured him, while still squeezing my fully hard dick. “That was hot.”

“I am trying to convince her to have a threesome one day, but she is shy.”

I could see his dick being hard from the sidelines. I was feeling butterflies in my stomach, but I didn’t know what kind of signal that was. This had been the sexiest conversation I have ever had with a taxi driver, ever, and I was losing it. “I like threesomes too, there are very fun if you find the right partners.”

“Are you straight?” he asked me and I could swear he was blushing. I wasn’t sure what my answer should be.

“I have had many experiences,” was what I came up with. “I am very sexual.”

“You are the lucky man,” he said instantly. It was clear that he wanted to say more, but he was holding himself. After moments of silence he continued, “Have you done anything with a man?”

“Yes.”

We were fast approaching my house and I was stressed, not knowing how to navigate the conversation. I was so horny from that exchange that I was numb, I had no idea what to say or do. He was clearly experiencing this in a tense way as well. But did I have a chance? Was he curious? Could I be the one to help him experience what he was looking for? I was getting so stressed/horny.

“Are you very sexual as well?”

“Not as much as I would like to. But I am happily married. So I shouldn’t complain.” He wasn’t looking at me through the mirror any more, it was obvious he was shy opening up like that. It really felt like that was a big step for him.

Minutes later we arrived at my place. He got out of the car to help me with my luggages. And he was eager for more. “Would you like me to help you carry them upstairs, they are too heavy and you must be tired.” He couldn’t look me in the eye, still. And his face was absolutely red. I was losing it. I was feeling my dick hard as a rock. “Oh… thank you.”

We arrived at my door and he waited for me to unlock. He was still there, waiting for something. He could have left the luggage with me and bounce, but he waited.

“Thank you so much,” I said smiling after entering the flat. “Could I offer you something? Some water perhaps?” And then I saw it, his fully hard dick imprinted on his pants. He couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to. He stood there, by the door, speechless. As if he didn’t know what to do next. Which turned me on even more.

“Come inside. Don’t be shy,” I said as calmly as I could, even though my blood was boiling. He entered without speaking, looking around like a scared dog. I purred him a glass of water and he drank it as fast as he could.

He took a deep breath and told me goodbye. “Thank you, I should go now,” he said looking determined. He was not ready yet, I could tell. And I wouldn’t like to push him in any case. “As you wish.”

He opened the door again and gave me a last look before exiting. “Hope you will have a threesome very soon,” I said and smiled at him. He smiled and replied to me with the most warm and truthful “thank you” I have ever heard.

The moment the door closed, I got my dick out and started beating it. It took me less than a minute to come. After I exploded all over the kitchen table, I sent him a tip on the taxi app with the note “thank you for the ride,” hoping that one day, whenever he is ready, he will reach out and say “hey, want to have a threesome?”

K, Athens.