The Driver

CHAPTER 9

I was at the height of my career; I was having great success and I had never refused any assignment. My clients knew that. It did not matter the details. Miraj, the name of my company was on everyone’s lips. From a notorious taxi company, I had come to lead an entire army of drivers.

        We only had luxury cars and only very rich customers. I had become an exclusive company in Bucharest and probably from all over the country. Everyone called us and the whole country knew us.

        We had an office in every city, and we met requirements that were weirder. From parties in limos to s*x. From blackmails to gun threats. Rich people needed discretion and with us they found plenty.

        Our drivers were at risk every day and yet they risked their lives. In addition to the life insurance that their families received in the event of death, they had salaries well above the permitted standard. It had been a while since I got a lot richer than I needed to.

        I even managed to buy a house in the city center. A house far too big for one man. I did not spend much time there.  Every time I walked in, I felt so small in a house this big.

        I did not even have a dog to enjoy when I arrived, to happily wagging his tail when I walked in and jumped into my arms. Maybe I should buy one, though. The house is empty every day. Probably a dog might enjoy my home more than I do.

        The days passed quickly, and I felt better and better. I felt like a happy new man. I was fulfilled on all levels except the sentimental one, but I was not in a hurry to get there. I understood that true love had to be given to myself before I was able to give it to somebody else.

        After a stressful day at work, I got home very tired. I took a shower and lay down on the couch. I turned on the TV and looked for a film to distract me from the stress accumulated over the day.

        I think I fell asleep shortly after. At one point I heard the phone ring. Initially, I thought I was dreaming. I opened my eyes and I saw that Izabela was calling me. She had not shown any signs of life for a long time. It was past midnight.

-       I miss you. I fell asleep thinking of you and I suddenly woke up. I am very horny.

-       I thought you had already forgotten me.

-       I have never forgotten you and I will never forget you.

        I could hear her breathing a little hard and because of her voice, I understood she was horny. But why she called me this late hour? She was saying things I would not think I will ever hear from her.

        She looked like a naive and sweet woman and now I felt like she was a porn actress. I knew that many evil parts were hidden under her angelic face, but I did not expect her to be the fatal woman I had dreamed of so much.

-       I want to have s*x over the phone. I want you to close your eyes and think of me. Imagine touching my breasts. How you kiss them with thirst and how you catch each n****e with your teeth.

-       Are you sure you want to do this over the phone?

-       Do not interrupt me. I am already wet, and I want to masturbate now while I hear your voice and breath. Think of me, touch your p***s. I want to feel you inside me.

-       You have gorgeous breasts; I hold each breast with my hand and then I kiss them with passion. I go down your abdomen and kiss every part of your body.

-       I can feel you next to me. I kiss you on the neck and you moan with pleasure. The sounds you make drive me crazy. I touch you on the back and stick my nails in your skin.

        I was already so horny that I felt like I was exploding. I had taken my c**k in my hand and started rubbing it like crazy. It was the first time I had made love to Izabela, even if only in my mind and over the phone, but I felt her next to me.

-       Spread your legs and touch your c******s with your fingers as if it were my tongue. Touch it lightly and moisten it with the nectar that drips from you. With the other hand, touch your breast and twist your n****e until you feel pain.

-       I caress your abdomen, my hand slides… until I feel something hard in my hand. God, my body is shaking, I see the passion in your eyes, the glow of your lips, and a lot of desire! Everything is now without any sense!

-       My hungry lips devour your burning c******s, looking forward to explode in my mouth.

-       I feel you next to me, over me, under me ... I feel like you are here right now.

        I could feel her too and her breathing drove me crazy. It was like she was next to me. I felt it and heard it when she had an orgasm. That was the climax for me too.

        I ejaculated everywhere, but in my mind, I had actually ejaculated on her abdomen, on her face, and actually on her whole body. It was incredible what had just happened to me.

        I had never had such an experience before and I certainly would not have expected such a thing from Izabela. I liked it, but I was also afraid to discover this part of her. I stood motionless with my eyes closed.

        I was trying to imagine how she felt at the time and whether she really wanted to do this with me or I was just her only option at the time. I was fascinated by her and now more than ever I wanted to see her again.

        To feel her the way I felt it over the phone. I could smell every inch of her skin and devour every part of her body with my lips. I wanted to see her in my bed and hear her beg me to take her to the highest peaks of pleasure.

         To see how the sun's rays slide on her body in the morning. If she was really as bold as she had been over the phone, I probably wouldn't let her go away from my life.

        She had given me an indescribable zest for life. It was as I woke up from a deep sleep. She had awakened all my senses that I never thought I would be capable of.

        I felt like she was a woman worth fighting for, but at the same time, I was scared that she didn't look as frail as I thought. Izabela appeared in my life like lightning in the darkness of night, impressive and bright, hot, and unsettling.

        I was attracted to her, just like it never happened to me in my life. I longed for her touch like a drug, even knowing that she was draining my strength.

        I was a tormented soul and she so easily penetrated the deepest recesses of my heart. She was haunted by her own demons, and each became for the other the mirror that reflected our deepest wounds and desires.

        The bonds with which her love gripped me transformed me altogether and I abandoned myself in its wholes, wishing only that our dark past would not forever destroy the only chance of happiness I had finally found.