The cool air blew through Frida's hair as they waited for the cab. She reached up to brush the hair out of her face and caught Ulf staring at her, per usual. "What might you be looking at?" she grinned.

Ulf turned to the sprawling colors of the setting sun in the distance. "Ohhhhh, basically the most beautiful thing I've ever seen....plus this sunset here," he barely smirked, stuck on her beauty. Never just physical beauty, but this aura of gentle power that always glowed from within her. "A neat bonus with the sunset in progress....bound to have my eyes on a full moon in not too long," Ulf's hand slid down her back, his hand just about covering her ass cheek. He stepped in closer and whispered in her ear as his fingers dug in further, "what if we do most of the warmup on the cab ride back, so when we walk in it's off with that dress and in with my cock."

"Well THAT'S a bit forward....sounds like a great plan," the look of a temptress flickered across her face and she could feel his tip pushing right into her thigh. "We're already getting started, best as I can tell."

As the cab was pulling to a stop in front of them, Ulf leaned in and kissed her. One hand with fingers firmly dug into her ass cheek and the other gently holding her neck, his thumb following along her jawline as he nibbled on her bottom lip.

A loud honk brought a sudden stop to a moment of acceleration. The cabbie leaned out of his window, "Sorry! Was callin' out to ask if you're my fare and accidentally bumped the horn, didn't mean to scare you. Mr. Evensen?" seeing Ulf nod, he immediately continued, "Seriously didn't mean to bring a halt to that intense round of tonsil hockey....you guys can do whatever you want in the cab just hurry up and get in, eh. It's fuckin' cold out there!"

Ulf opened the door and Frida made her way in, his hand on her tush the whole while. On their rides home after dinners out, they worked into a sort of routine. Frida sat in the cabbies blind spot as best she could, so she had the freedom to allow her face to do whatever it felt like as Ulf's hands and fingers remained busy down below. As soon as she sat, whether naturally or on purpose, the split in her dress caused her perfect, pale thigh to pierce through the darkness.

"Brrrr!" she shivered.

He put his hand on her thigh and it felt ice cold, more or less like Nirvana to his body that always ran hot.

"Gods that feels good," Ulf trailed off as his fingers traced along her bare thigh, quick to pull her thigh over and open her legs further.

"I feel the same, Daddy. Your hand feels like a furnace in the best way," trailing off herself.

As his hand got to the source of humid heat, his fingertip was immediately covered in honey and he let out a primal groan. He turned to look at her relaxed faced as he tasted her directly from his own fingers, then put his hand back down to continue the gentle savagery for the rest of the ride home.

End of Part 5

Taking a break on writing until Monday at least......banker's schedule of sorts. Hope everyone had a safe Halloween and the vibes are good as November begins. 👊🏻

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