The taxi driver

This is a short story that you might find exciting and tells you about my experience with a local taxi driver/neighbour. There is a twist at the end so keep reading.

I'd moved to a little maisonette about twelve months ago after my wife of thirty years had died after a short Illness. My children had left home and the house and garden were beginning to get too much for me.

So I found a one bedroom maisonette in the same area but quiet part of town and settled into a little routine.

After working all my life I found the luxury of doing what I wanted when I wanted very relaxing, however there was one routine I couldn't, and didn't want to break and that was going to bed at 10 p.m to listen to the radio and getting up at 7 a.m , Summer or Winter.

The rest of the time was spent watching the t.v, reading, going for walks, where I won!d meet other walkers who I chatted to or went to a local gym for a short work-out as I liked to keep reasonably fit and I think for my age was still in pretty good shape. It wasn't one of these modern gyms with loud music and the latest gadgets, but what I would call an old-fashioned gym with dumbbells and old weight lifting equipment. It wasn't supervised, so after you'd had a short induction, you would let yourself in on a key code.

I'd also sold my 10 year old car as I now lived within walking distance to all the shops I needed, which also helped keep me fit. Anything further away I would take a bus or if I felt lazy, called for a taxi.

Where I now lived was at the end of a cul-de-sac and like most modern estates, the houses were staggered so that you couldn't be seen inside by neighbours, unlike older streets where the houses were opposite and anyone with their lights on at night could be seen by passersby or nosy neighbours.

The only house I had a clear view of was a couple of hundred feet away and the only window was the bathroom that had frosted glass. And the front door that had off- road parking. The occupants were a youngish couple with two school age kids between 7 & 10. Like me they had a pretty strict routine and by 7.30 they all piled into the family car, no doubt to drop the kids off to school and then to a train station or to drive to work.


As I settled into my new life I started to get lazy with the housework and laundry and some days if I wasn't going anywhere I would stay in my pyjamas all day.

One particular week I found I had no clean pyjamas so went to bed in the buff.

In the morning when I woke with a semi as usual but forgot I had no clothes on and pulled the vertical blinds apart before opening the French windows that led onto the balcony. As I stepped out a cold blast of morning air reminded me I had no clothes on and I quickly stepped back into my bedroom in a panic.

It then occurred to me that I couldn't be seen by any neighbours. As long as I put my glasses on and checked for passers by, I could stand there butt-naked, the thought of which made my cock stiffen. So peeking out between the blinds I stepped out and stood starkers on the balcony with my rock hard tool pushed between the railings.

The urge to wank was too much and making sure nobody was approaching yanked at my uncut prick until before long a thick rope of jism erupted from my aching tool and splashed onto the grass under my balcony. I felt my knees buckle with the exertion and I stepped back into my bedroom and fell back exhausted on the bed. It had been many years since I'd had such an explosive orgasm.

Sleeping naked became part of my routine and standing naked on the balcony also became part of it. I didn't wank every morning, but I would always have a semi which I sometimes satisfied, especially if I saw someone approaching. Then I would step back into the room just far enough not to be seen and then when they passed I would step out and wank to completion. It didn't matter whether it was a man or woman or what age. Just thinking I might be seen excited me.

As I mentioned earlier the couple with the children also had a routine, until one week I noticed their car was gone and the woman was leaving earlier with the children and the man was leaving at different times each day.

I soon found out that he'd lost his job and company car and left each day to look for work.

Then a week or so later as I passed their house I noticed he had another car with a magnetic sign advertising a taxi company He'd signed on with a local taxi company and was renting the car to earn some money.

Anyway it didn't take long for them to get back to their routine and on the dot of 7.30 they would all pile into the taxi.

One morning without thinking I pulled the vertical blinds apart and putting on my glasses stepped onto the balcony with my semi hard tool swinging between my legs. Suddenly I was caught in the glare of car headlights. The taxi driver had started his car in readiness for work. My heart thumped as I jumped back into the room and hid behind the blinds. I peered through them and wondered if he'd seen me and worse still I hoped he didn't have his wife and kids with him !

He didn't seem to have noticed anything as he got out of the car to wipe the windscreen before driving off. As he drove away I could see he was on his own.

But this close call excited me more than I thought possible and I imagined him watching me standing naked on the balcony with a throbbing twitching cock and it didn't take long for me to rub myself to a shuddering eruption of jism against the French windows.

I wondered what he would do if he caught a glimpse of me completely naked, so the next morning I got up five minutes early and waited for the neighbour to start his taxi and 'accident!y' let him see me naked on the balcony.

I peeked through the b!finds until I saw him come out of the house alone and start his taxi and switch on the dipped head!rights.Just at that moment I pulled the blinds apart and deliberate!y stood there in his full view pretending the curtains were jammed and waited to see what would happen!

About a minute of fiddling with the 'jammed' blinds I was about to give up when he switched to full beam where the lights fell straight on me. The thought of being caught with my pants down gave me the biggest buzz I'd ever had and the orgasm that followed was the most intense I'd ever experienced.

The next day I got up earlier to give myself time to get ready for him to leave, but I sat by the window for near!y an hour before realising he probably did shift work and it would be hit or miss getting him to see me naked again. But I didn't give up and after a couple of weeks I'd worked out rough!y what his shift pattern was and it didn't long before I was regularly putting on a show for him. Sometimes I would make him wait with his engine running before making an appearance.

Of course I always pretended I didn't know he was watching and would casually walk past the window with a raging hard on or fiddle with my window box making sure he always had a good view of my erection bobbing ahead of me. I never wanked off to completion until he'd driven off as that was part of the excitement for me.

This went on for about two months until there was a period of hot weather and my taxi driving neighbour started wearing shorts and a tight buttoned short sleeved shirt that showed off his toned body.

His usual habit was to get straight into the car where he won!d sit and watch but that day he stood by the car and slowly unbuttoned the front of his shirt as he was watching me. Even from that distance I could see a bulge between his legs, but he quickly jumped into the car as someone walked around the corner.

Don't get me wrong, I'm neither gay or bisexual but seeing a young straight man being excited by seeing me naked gave a thrill I'd never experienced before. Needless to say, my next orgasm was mind-blowing and I even stuck my index finger up my are, something I'd never done before.

I didn't get another chance to expose myself again for another couple of days, but one morning I saw him come out of the house dressed as before. As I stepped out to put on my usual show he unbuttoned his shirt and making sure nobody was likely to catch him, pulled down his shorts to let his thick young cock spring out.

He immediately started to stroke his length and pulled his loose foreskin over his purple helmet until throwing his head back ejaculated four or five ropes of jism onto the side window of his taxi.

He then pulled a wad of tissues out of his back pocket and did his best to wipe off the sticky love juice that flowed down the glass, but gave up as it just smeared the white mess all the more.

He realised his flaccid cock was still on show and quickly jumped back into his car and loosely buttoning his shirt drove off at speed.

I just stood there in bewilderment at what I'd just seen and proceeded to give myself a mind-blowing hand job with two fingers rammed up my shitter.

This was the only time he masturbayed for me for the rest of the year. And of course I didn't always get on the balcony to put on a show as sometimes it was just too cold or raining heavily.

Now for the twist I promised.

Most times the taxi had its lights on and engine running when I appeared and I imagined him playing with himself as he watched me, but this morning was different.

It was another fine warm morning as I stepped out to show him my erect prick. As I stood there the car door opened and out stepped the drivers wife, dressed in a sort of raincoat tied shut with a knotted belt. She looked around nervously before undoing the belt and pulling her coat open to reveal herself completely naked apart from a pair of trainers!

Although she'd had two kids she was still pretty trim and her boobs were still firm, with the pink nipples standing out with excitement. But what really took my breath away is she had a blue penis shaped dildo stuck between her shaven pussy lips.

She looked around again, before lifting one foot onto the front wheel and grabbing the dildo started to frig herself quickly.

The sight of this immediately gave me a hard on and I stepped up to the balcony railings so she could have a clear view me pulling at my old fella.

Almost together we climaxed. Her knees buckled slightly as she orgasmed and as she pulled the dildo out a gush of fuck juice flowed down her legs and splashed on the ground between her legs in a small creamy puddle.

I came as well and a spurt of thick white cream erupted from my japs eye, followed by a few more that plopped onto the grass under my balcony.

The woman tossed the wet dido into the front seat as she spotted a dog walker coming round the corner and pulling her coat shut jumped into the car and sped off.

As the man with the dog got to where the taxi had been moments before, his dog pulled at the lead until it was able to lick the mess on the floor. I couldn't hear what the man said, but he had a lot of trouble pulling the dog away. Lucky dog, I thought, I would have loved to lick that juice from the woman's crack myself.

The woman never repeated her performance for me, but whenever I stepped naked onto the balcony, I always wondered which of them was behind the wheel.

A few weeks later a 'for sale' sign went up outside the house and has remained there ever since.

I don't know if things picked up for the couple or the house was repossessed, but I hope the new neighbours might enjoy watching me too..











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