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The Goddess Aphrodite (Stranger Sex)

My sensory development played a role on a bitter cold, red hot night. One ride far above the rest began on a frigid February night, with the male half of a well-dressed couple hailing me down as they exited Studio 54. Before midnight, early to be leaving the club on a Saturday. Far more people entering than exiting. They were maybe drunk, maybe more, had just met and were hooking up. She wore a short, tight, dark blue floral dress. The dress accentuated her voluptuous, hourglass shaped body. Closer examination revealed shiny copper colored hair tightly pinned up into a bun, bright green, round eyes with thick, dark, curled lashes and a mischievous smile. Three golden necklaces adorned the pale, soft skin of her throat, likewise, three small flower-shaped golden earrings, evenly spaced on each lovely ear. The woman possessed unearthly beauty. In the six seconds between club and cab, the woman's nipples froze solid, pointing through the thin material of her dress to the surrounding world. Or did they always lead the way? He couldn’t keep his hands off of her. I guarantee the thought “I hit the jackpot” dominated his brain. They started to make out. At night, it’s not unheard of for people to begin the love making process in the back of a cab, but this sounded sexier than the usual horny young duo I transport. I looked in the mirror as they paused from kissing. She leaned back against the seat, checked the mirror and caught me looking. A slow, sexy smile appeared on sweet lips. Aphrodite - for what other name could I give her - made a kiss motion with her mouth, her eyes fixed on mine. That made me smile. She winked so I raised and lowered my eyebrows. If only I could do like Belushi and wiggle them one at a time. Her turn to smile. This took place at a red light or I would have crashed the cab. Meanwhile, Aphrodite’s ardent suitor rubbed her full breasts, kissed her neck. After more kissing and touching, she whispered into his ear. The sound came to me on a warm breeze. The ear she whispered into must’ve burned with pleasure. My awesome auditory faculties picked up the words, “That’s nice.” He didn’t bother to whisper: “It’s going to be so much better baby, just a little while. Man, can’t you drive any faster?” They both chuckled when I said, “Sure, but I’m not in as much of a rush as you.” Her sexy smile returned, then she said, “This is going to be a special night.” Back to the business at hand. She let out a soft moan when he caressed high up on her thigh. He took a spread finger grip, with a delicate rub clockwise, then counterclockwise. He squeezed long fingers into her shapely thigh, then relaxed them. I peeked in the mirror when my professional driving instincts allowed. Aphrodite narrowed her eyes and leaned her head back while resuming mirror contact with me. She gave me all I could handle in the short second safety permitted. Seeing Aphrodite aware of me, her humble cabbie, left me breathless and made my face warm. He kissed her neck and ear; she made soft, energized sounds. Aphrodite mouthed the word “oh” while smiling into the mirror. Between the slow smile, the kiss motion, the wink, and now the soundless “oh” I recognized a pattern. Some of that sexiness was for me. At the next red light I decided to investigate. I gazed at Aphrodite in my rear view mirror, knowing she would find me. She saw me flick my lips with my tongue. My ears burned at her soft whisper, “Sweet boy.” Aphrodite said that to me! This added oxygen to the flame building in me for the goddess in my cab. The enclosed space of the taxi heated up. It’s possible I had the heater on too high but I turned it down and the warmth remained. Heater control, my self-control, both out of whack. My sensual switch turned on. One red light later I couldn’t help myself and pushed it further. Aphrodite revelled in her titty rub and wet willie special. I turned toward her for two seconds. Let her see me place the index and middle fingers of my right hand on either side of my mouth, while sticking my tongue out. I moved my tongue to make her picture me eating her out. Or, more likely, to realize I was a gross, stinky ass, uncouth cabbie. She would tell her new man to clock me over the head, knock me out, throw me out, take the cab and drive their own damn selves home so they could get down to it. The light turned green. I drove to the sound of a louder moan. I couldn’t tell if it had to do with my visual display leading to hot images or his hand attaining new, unexplored territory. My improved senses worked in sync. I smelled her eagerness, saw her nod her head yes, heard her whisper, “I want the cabbie to join us,” with taste and touch eager to join the fun. He expressed resistance: “What? Hell no, what for?” Being a goddess, Aphrodite knew she was in charge. In a calm, commanding voice, she said to both of us, “Because that’s the way I want it. If you don’t, we won’t. I’ll take the cabbie home and fuck him till tomorrow, and you’ll play with this by yourself.” She squeezed his dick, looked right in his face and said, “We both know you want to obey me, so don’t argue. Dan, ask the cabbie nicely to take a long work break. Make sure you pay him first.” Nobody says no to a goddess. Upon reaching our destination, Dan paid, tipped well, and asked if I wanted to come up for a drink. We entered her home, a handsome Brooklyn Heights brownstone. Aphrodite led the way to a luxurious living room. I don’t know how she walked with such grace in those high stiletto heels, but I liked the way she did. Aphrodite’s dress fit so tight it must have grown on her, a second skin. I was so intent in my looking at her the floral pattern made me feel I was walking in the jungle. I looked sidelong at Dan, and his eyes focused like a laser where mine had been, on Aphrodite’s perfect, swaying ass. Aphrodite looked so good from every angle she might have been a top Hollywood movie star, the world’s highest paid prostitute, or the goddess of love and beauty. She didn’t say and I never asked. A mirror covered one full living room wall. It reflected the abundance of flowers and golden basket of red, green and yellow apples on a marble table against the opposite wall. Two potted rose bushes, blooming and fragrant, stood alongside. A third wall held a painting I recognized. The version I once saw in the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, Italy was painted by the artist Botticelli in the 1400’s. Maybe he made a duplicate? Image Aphrodite pointed to a well-stocked bar in the next room. She said, “Why don’t you make us a pitcher of drinks, Dan? Make them strong and complicated. Take your time.” Dan left the room. Aphrodite reached under her dress, took off her rose patterned panties, and threw them at me. I caught them, and inhaled up close the fragrance I had appreciated from the front of the cab. Aphrodite stood in front of me, a shade under my height in her six-inch heels. She gathered up the thin material of her dress while studying me. It took all of my newly developed powers of concentration to focus on her eyes, hypnotizing as they were. I gave up and shifted attention to the divine sight the goddess offered me. When she lifted her dress so high her copper colored pubic hair became visible, Aphrodite sat back on a couch with her bottom on the edge. Her gift to me pulsated in the air. Still wearing those shoes, holding her dress up high and tight, Aphrodite let her knees fall apart and said, “Time to keep your promise, cabbie darling.” I knelt before her as we both wanted, and dove in from below. This woman had a billion-dollar scent, earthy and heavenly at the same time. She tasted sweet with a spicy touch, like warm honey from bees at home on the slope of Mount Olympus, where Aphrodite lived with her family ages ago. My smooth, hot tongue and mouth inside her, my big nose rubbing her clitoris, my hands on her perineum and ass had her moaning in no time, cumming in minutes. Aphrodite played with my curls, grabbed fistfuls, pushed my face deeper into her. “Oh, oh, yes, do it cabbie, do it, devour me.” A goddess recovers composure quickly. She pushed me away and told me to stand. I obeyed. Aphrodite said, “What else do you have for me?” She pushed me against the nearest wall, removed my pants and underwear, took my penis into her mouth and me to Olympian heights. Aphrodite kneeled and sucked my dick with her hot mouth like the consummate professional she might well have been. Best blowjob of my life. When I came she swallowed every drop. When my dick kept pulsating and I didn’t lose my hard-on, her eyes sparkled and she smiled. She stretched up to give me an open mouthed kiss with the taste of my cum on her lips, and a pat on the ass. Dan walked into the room holding a tray with three slender, tall, filled glasses, a crystal pitcher of liquid refreshment, and a silver bucket packed with ice. I had lost track of the world other than Aphrodite’s wonderful gifts, so I don’t know if Dan had been busy bartending the whole time, or if he had stood and watched us. My incredible super senses were occupied elsewhere. Aphrodite told me to put my drawers on so we can drink like civilized people. I figured I’d find out in due time what else she had in mind. It was her show. Dan made a nice drink. Tequila strong, Cointreau smooth, lime livened, ice cold. Glasses with swimming dolphins and swans cut into them, a thin row of sea shells circling the top. After the erotic explosion of the past ten minutes, I was content to relax with my drink. Aphrodite had other plans, though, and after a minute told us to follow her to the bedroom. Aphrodite stood next to an ornate California king size four poster bed, took her dress off, let it drop to the floor. "Let it drop" diminishes the miraculous movements hypnotizing Dan and me. As tight as the dress fit, and of such clinging material, removal required our hostess to wriggle like a snake. Aphrodite did so in a manner fit to tempt the serpent that tempted Eve. Now only high heels, necklaces, earrings, and the golden belt she wore around her slim waist under her dress remained to distract from her dazzling white body. Aphrodite unleashed her pinned up hair. We watched it cascade down to complete her transformation from beautiful young woman to the immortal goddess of love and beauty. She told Dan to place the dress on top of a nearby chair, which he did, neatly. She hadn’t given me any orders so I continued to drink in her beauty, and the Dan Tequila special. I understand that physical attraction is the linchpin of nature’s strategy for perpetuating life. The splendor on display served to keep any heterosexual male in Aphrodite’s presence enthralled. As the possessor of a bachelor of sciences degree in biology from one of the four finest universities in the State University of New York system, I understood the objective, logical reasons I found Aphrodite to be so desirable. Her unsurpassed physical attributes signaled an optimum level of health. She possessed glowing, unblemished, cream-colored skin untouched by the sun; symmetrical, delicate facial features; thick, lustrous hair; brilliant white teeth; firm, full breasts; slender waist; bewitching aroma. These physical signs served to proclaim Aphrodite’s high probability of bearing and supporting healthy children as a superlative mother and eventual grandmother. Her expressive, melodious voice could likely sing a calming, inspiring lullaby as easily as it could win your devotion. My subjective opinion: wow, that face those tits her legs that sweet ass I had squeezed. The hair she let loose. That aroma, her aroma, cinnamon and something reminding me of a forest, delightful and subtle. Aphrodite sipped her drink, then said, “Dan made us delicious drinks, and was a good sport about the change of plans in the cab. Dan, take off your clothes. You may adore me now.” I sat back to watch what I expected to be a hot show. Who knew I was a voyeur? Dan was less eager to get undressed than I had been, and when he complied I understood. Limp noodle. Not ready for action. Sheepish Dan said, “It’s too weird for me, doing it in front of a guy.” “Who’s the goddess here? Pay more attention to me than our cabbie. Don’t worry, he won’t bother you.” I started to spit my drink out. She winked at me. I melted and said, “Don’t worry Dan, I only have eyes for our hostess. I’ll take a stroll to the other end of the room,” which I did after refilling my glass. At this Dan started to relax. They began to make out. Dan had to be excited, to touch her divine, naked body after getting so worked up in the cab. He made progress. Aphrodite pushed him onto the bed, supine, and climbed on top. She inserted his now erect penis into her and took a ride. I watched her grind herself on him, leaning back, grabbing his ankles. Her breasts magnificent at that angle, protruding nipples pointing to the ceiling. After a couple of minutes she sighed and stood. “Now what?” Aphrodite said. “Sorry, that’s it for now,” said sad Dan. “Next time will be better.” My goddess had no mercy on the man. “Next time? No Dan. You don't have me wanting a next time. Get dressed and go.” For a second Dan looked like he would burst into flames of anger. A glance from Aphrodite shut him up before he could say a word. Instead, exiting, he gave me a glare meant to kill. The front door slammed. Aphrodite smiled at me and said, “Easy come, easy go. Now you won’t discover what I had in mind for you two. It would have been memorable, I promise you that. I had all kinds of sensational plans.” Sensational good or sensational toying with the limits of my lifelong heterosexuality? I knew Aphrodite would mess with us, relishing the lengths we would go to worship her. Sorry Dan, good for you to go, so those plans never came to fruition. I had a horny Aphrodite to myself! She would come up with new plans. I was hers. Soon she would be mine. It took the rest of the night, into the early morning hours, to finish the pitcher of drinks and atone for the weak performance my fellow male Dan gave. The tables turned after she made me cum three times. Well, four if I include the initial blow-job. I positioned Aphrodite onto her stomach and told her to get up on all fours, so her perfect ass hung in the air at the edge of the bed. I stood and fucked my goddess as well as any mortal has, pulling hard on her hips, waist and ass for additional power, unrestrained. Sweat slid down my body onto hers. When each drop hit her shining body it sizzled, a golden sunburst. I stretched out on her for maximum skin to skin contact. The heat and moisture between us defined the words smooth and sexy. This pleased Aphrodite. At one point she yelled so loud the room shook a little, or maybe it was just me trembling. She gave me a definite sign when I rose at 5:45 a.m. to bring Harvey the car for his 6:30 start. Aphrodite planted a sweet, loving kiss on my lips, wrote her telephone number on my arm, and called me by name, rather than “cabbie.” Aphrodite walked nude to the door to see me out. Her red hair flowed, half hiding, half exhibiting her glorious body. I remained exhilarated to be near her, knowing the glories she possessed. She opened the front door, turned into my arms and kissed me good night. Her hot naked body pressed against my clothed one in the open doorway one last turn on to end a night of insane excitement. I was intoxicated when I walked out the door. Not from the drinks, from being alone in Aphrodite’s presence for so long. My mouth, fingers and penis tingled for hours after, and her aroma came to me every time I inhaled my fingers.

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