Time Travelers

I decide it's high time I treat my smart and sexy lady to a leisurely dinner at a nice, quiet restaurant... me, handsome as ever, in suit & tie; she, turning male *and female* heads, in elegant dress... slowly sipping our wine, with engaging conversation, such that we don't even notice that our meal took so long to arrive that the waiter apologizes with a complimentary second bottle of wine...

By the time we finish our meal, and our second bottle, we're a little silly and smart enough to know neither of us should be driving...

It's a warm, early summer's evening as we saunter, my arm around her waist, down the not quite busy street, sharing our observations of the interesting characters that pass (He looks dangerous! vs *She* looks dangerous!!)...

Each pointing out items that catch our eye in the store windows (That recliner would look great in the living room! vs The living room would look great with you reclining in *that*!!)...

Sharing impressions of art and sculpture along the way (What the hell is *that* supposed to be!? vs Can't you tell by the excrement smeared all over everything? It's two half human-half animal-half alien cyborgs reproducing! )...

Laughing at each other's pros and cons of having fast n rough sex in this dark doorway (risky & *really* hot! vs I'm too stuffed for fast n rough), a little head n muff behind that stairway (I'd hate for my gag reflex to trigger after that meal! vs You know damn well what reflex my tongue would trigger!!), or slow passionate love making on that bench (It's shielded from the view of those passing on the sidewalk. vs That's concrete, *I'm* not gonna be on the bottom!), etc...

The wine and intimacy working its magic...

Eventually circling back to the car, we each insist that we're the least intoxicated and best equipped to do the driving (You practically polished off that second bottle by yourself! vs Women can't hold their booze like a man!), etc...

Finally, laughing too hard for either of us to safely pilot the ship homeward, we hoot and whistle as we gracefully stumble towards the Yellow Cab that has just pulled to the curb down the block...

Just as I yank the rear door open, the adjacent establishment belches out two 40-something couples, obviously having a splendid time and sailing six sheets to the wind...

The lead woman, dressed to kill and apparently the instigator of the group, smiles grandly at us and, with an exaggerated curtsy, completely unawares, spills her abundant busom, broadcasting her heightened state of arousal as she obliviously thanks us for the quick service and thoughtful courtesy of opening the door to *her* cab!

Hilariously climbing over one another as they jockey for some unspoken position(s) in the back seat, no personal parts seem to be off limits to loose hands or even a nose or two...

The old cabbie waits patiently until the group seems to be momentarily satisfied with, or resigned to, their current locations... suddenly their tail gunner, noticing us standing there - still holding the door and grinning like a couple of country kids in a candy store - beckons with open arms, playfully roaring, "Well, come *on*!!"

With a quick glance at each other's facial expressions, there is no hesitation on anyone's part as we literally climb in onto their collective laps... quite accustomed to the escapades played out in his back seat, our pilot indifferently launches the cab from the curb...

Fortunately the sudden acceleration thrusts the open door tightly againt its latch but does the same to us and these uninhibited strangers, crushing everyone into compromising, intimate positions... the crowded space is, for the first time, quiet as the heady proximity of bodies registers in everyone's alcohol addled brains...

At first slowly, gentle fingers glide across the distances that separate them from the tender destinations they seek... the tangle and exploration of erogenous regions resumes...

Thus began our voyage of discovery and delight... a soft moan... a sharp breath taken... the rustling sounds of small movements of permission and access...

Time seems to be on holiday until we feel the final, halting lurch of the cab... reluctantly, warm hands withdraw, locked limbs disengage, sweaty bodies separate...

After a few long moments of clumsily disembarking, cash is exchanged and our time traveling conveyance again launches itself into the quiet street, leaving six dazed, time traveling explorers standing there, stranded in our individual fantasies, each of us wishing our intimate explorations could continue...

As the one who always knows what needs to be done next and how to accomplish it, my smart and sexy lady pulls out her phone... as the line rings, a sly smile spreads across her face...

"Hello! Yellow Cab?...."