Adventure on a minibus taxi from Soweto, a short story by GutterrhymesEsq. Date added: 2012-02-08. Times viewed: 7332.
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- Intro: Dr Janine Cohen learns some of the benefits of traveling on an overloaded minibus taxi on her way from Soweto to Rosebank.
A minibus taxi ride.
Riding in a crowded minibus taxi is a perilous pursuit. The taxi drivers all drive like maniacs and one sometimes wonders if the drivers are not some malevolent clone of some blood thirsty evil spirit which is only satiated by the pain and suffering resulting from the road accidents they cause. The whole lot of Accident prone, rude to fellow drivers and often high on alcohol, cannabis and what not, these louts are seen speaking on their cell phones behind the wheel with not a care in the world. Molesting unaccompanied women is their favourite pastime and sadly, incidents of these crap-heads forcing a woman to strip naked, just because she is wearing a mini, are commonplace. So, when I realised that I was going to have to take a minibus taxi home, my trepidation almost reached “panic attack” levels. This was to be my first time on this deadly, if popular mode of transport.
I trotted across the death-trap main road from the Chris Hani Baragwanath Hospital in Soweto, to the taxi station. As a dosey white female intern coming off a 36 hour shift, I was acutely aware that I was not your run of the mill taxi passenger in this still racially divided nation. The vast majority of the passengers were non-white. I stepped into the taxi only to realise that there was less than standing room and I stepped out to wait for the next tax. The driver read my mind.
“Madam (I hated this respectful title)…come in, or you will wait for another hour before the next taxi”
I stepped back in and found myself face-to-face with a huge African man wearing a clean white Addidas track suit.
“Please move backwards. Dr Janine Cohen needs to get home, she must be very tired” the pleasant guy told his fellow passengers in the Sotho language, as he read my name on my hospital name-tag.
Clearly, there was no room for me but I had to get home, so I turned around to face the front and with one hand on my big handbag and the other holding on to the overhead rail for support, I braced myself for the 40 minute trip home to the upmarket suburb of Rosebank. For a Jewish lass, I felt like a pork sausage in a synagogue, totally out of place. The fact that my back was so hard-pressed against a total stranger, an African man, was cause for concern but 6 years of Medical Training had prepared me for difficulty and in any case, my parents were obsessively committed to the principle of non-racialism.
Then, I remembered; I had messed my panties the night before. My monthly period had caught me unprepared in the emergency room. If I didn’t have the long white doctor’s coat on, it would have been quite a disaster because it had taken me more than 2 hours from the moment I had felt my vagina all wet and soggy, to the time when I managed to sneak into the change room. All I could do was stuff the soiled bloomers in my bag, wipe my fanny, stuff in a heavy flow tampon and return to work, sans nickers.
The driver slammed the brakes forcing my derriere hard against “the Man’s” crotch as I struggled to maintain a steady gait. I expected him to move back with the momentum but he remained erect. As the driver sped off again I expected the firm pressure of his crotch against my back and bum to ease off, again I was wrong! The pressure against my soft buns persisted and increased. First it was a vague mound pressing on my butt covered only by my loose ankle length frock and the light “doctor’s coat”. Within seconds, it all became clear to me, the tall polite Sotho man was developing a huge erection on my scantily covered bottom. Under any other circumstances this would have been a horrifying realisation but not on this day. I guess I had penises on my mind on this particular day because I had just seen the longest non-erect penis I had ever seen in my life, only a few minutes before coming off duty. It was on a man I did a rectal examination for inability to pass urine due to an enlarged prostate. I had to put a catheter through that penis in order to drain his bladder. As I did so, I reflected just how lucky that patient was; his flaccid member being at least twice the size of my boyfriend’s hardest erection.
Back to my back against the aroused gentlemen’s penis. The thing kept expanding and at one point it kind of popped free of whatever was restraining it and jumped loose. I could now feel it’s different parts, the hot head and the hard shaft. Then the Man, shifted around uneasily with the effect that his dick rubbed around my small soft butt.
“I am sorry ma’am…there is no space….” He whispered in my ear rather sheepishly.
I turned my face up and around and looked into his muddy African eyes. The look on his face was something I had never seen before a mix of concern, pleasure and lewdness. He was probably scared that I would scream or somehow raised the alarm, which I suppose I would have done under other circumstances. Not now, I was surprised by the ferocity and determination of his tool, I was flattered that I had such an effect on him and it felt all too naughty for me to resist. I smiled at him.
That smile started his cock pulsating as it shifted. He had it firmly stuck in my butt crack all the way from the top to halfway down the length. It felt devine. By now it was clear that this stranger and I were on the same mission, we had our little thing going in this minibus taxi, full of Africans, all total strangers and none the wiser as to what was going on. I could feel my cunt pouring out love juices the volume of which was augmented by my menstrual blood. I squeezed my legs together to feel the delectable sensations on my small hard clitoris and in the process my bum-canal opened a little wider, allowing that big meat better access.
As I fast approached the point of no return, I rested my head discreetly against my “assailant’s” chest and pushed hard. This gave the Man the encouragement he didn’t really need. He slowly but firmly pushed his crotch against my butt and humped. I wriggled my arse in appreciation. I was finding it hard to control my breathing, it was shallow and laboured. Then I felt his foreskin peeling backwards as his waist found its rhythm, back and forth on my lucky bum. I let my arm drop to my side and stealthily grabbed the side of his trousers pulling him closer to me. I looked up at his face again and his eyes were closed so I tugged harder on his pants shaking him out of his blissful concentration. I licked my lips just as he was opening his eyes. He reflexly licked his own lips too… two strangers with unity of purpose.
My hormones and nerves were in a tease! A new dangerous experience was afoot. My nipples were so hard they hurt. I wished I had been sandwiched between 2 people so that I could rub my nipples for some relief. My now my thighs were all wet on the inside and something” was slowly flowing down. I could smell my strong vaginal scents, sending my senses on the final tailspin towards what I knew would a massive smash of an orgasm.
As the Man’s humping became more determined, my “equal and opposite” reaction followed suit.
“Ehe-eh-eh…..uuugghh…” he moaned loudly as his huge tool twitched.
“Oh……..oh!!!” I crooned back as I had one of the best climaxes. My vagina contracted violently as my knees gave and I almost collapsed.
“It is too hot in here…” I said as the Man held my waist to steady my wobbly body.
I looked at him and his face was soaked in sweat, as mine must have been. I looked around and it was quite clear that we were the only “hot” folks in the taxi, everyone else looked cool.
“Please call me later” I said to the Man as I gave him my business card and jumped of the taxi.
“The call will be from Polo-holo….that is my name” he shouted.
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