My name is Esteban. I drove for Taxi Michoacan in a rural farm town in the central San Joaquin Valley. Which town? It doesn't really matter. There is nothing to distinguish it from a half dozen similar towns dotting the map from Stockton to Bakersfield.
About a ten years ago I was parked outside of a convenience store a little after noon, enjoying a lunch of Fanta Fresa and a half pound beef and red chili burrito. It had been a slow day and I hadn't made much money, but that didn't bother me. I was pretty flush. I'd done well gambling the weekend before and had a pocketful of money.
I had just started to debate whether I should go back inside for another burrito or just drive to the bus station and park for a while, when I noticed her. A sexy little teen in flip flops, faded denim cutoff shorts and a tight t-shirt that bulged slightly in front where her small but perfectly formed tits strained against the fabric. She was a guera with pale skin, corn silk hair and bright blue eyes. And she wasn't alone. Another girl walked slightly behind her. This one was Oaxacan. I could tell by how short she was and her dark skin. But she was fine too, with curves in all the right places and those big chocolate eyes I lived for. I smiled and leaned back in my seat and watched them approach the front of the store through the parking lot.
The girls stopped in front of the pay phone and as the blonde searched her pockets for change she turned slightly and gave me a nice view of her perfect ass. And when I say perfect, I mean perfect. I was round and flawless and twitched just the right amount when she moved. I whispered an exclamation of appreciation and rubbed my chin.
When she found her change she plugged some coins into the phone and punched in a number and waited. After a longish time she began talking. Although I couldn't make out what she was saying I could tell she was becoming increasingly agitated. Finally she cursed and slammed the phone down onto it's cradle. The little Oaxacan said something to her and she shrugged and began fishing in her pockets again. Nothing.
I reached into my pocket and palmed a handful of change. I whistled. "Hey."
The Oaxacan glanced at me. Blondie ignored me.
I whistled again louder. This time they both stared at me. Blondie put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to one side. "What?"
I showed them the change.
"You need to make a call?"
I could see them considering my offer. Finally the Oaxacan walked over and accepted the money. She muttered thanks in Spanish and returned to her friend. I shook my head.
Blondie made a second call. This time no one answered and she pushed the lever to get the coins back. It wouldn't work. She sighed and glanced at me.
I shrugged at her. To my surprise she came walking over to the cab.
"Look Mister," she said, leaning forward her hands on my door. "Thanks for the change but the phone ate your money ok?"
"I saw that," I replied. "Don't worry about it."
She nodded and started to move away.
"Hey," I stopped her. "You ok? You seem to be having some problems, no?"
"Nothing you could help with," she smirked. "Thanks anyway."
"How do you know," I asked. "Tell me."
She stood there looking dubious, Little Oaxaca beside her. Finally she explained herself.
"My dad got busted over the weekend," she said. "He's sitting over in County. We're trying to put together ten percent of his bond. If he isn't home and misses work he'll lose his job and we'll get evicted when we can't make rent."
I asked what ten percent was. She told me. I whistled.
"Yeah," she said. "See? You can't help me."
I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and opened it, showing all the green inside but keeping it out of reach. "Maybe I can."
The girls glanced at one another and then back at me.
"Wanna go for a ride?," I asked. "See what arrangement we can come to?"
"Fuck you!," Blondie snapped. "I ain't no fucking whore."
I closed the wallet and nodded, sticking it back in my pocket. "Ok then. Just trying to help out. I guess your family has a place to go when the landlord evicts you? Your dad can get a new job huh?"
She hesitated. I started the engine of the cab.
"Wait," she said. I paused my hand an inch from the gear shift. Little Oaxaca whispered something to her. She thought it over and whispered back to her.
"Ok," Blondie said. "Let's go for that ride and talk. My cousin is gonna go home."
"No deal," I said. "Both of you or forget about it."
Little Oaxaca shook her head. Blondie pleaded with her. After a short argument, Blondie opened the back door of the cab and Little Oaxaca climbed in with a sour expression on her face. I stopped Blondie from joining her. I directed her to sit up front beside me.
Once they were inside my cab I turned my radio off and pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. We drove out of the neighborhood and into the rural outskirts area of the town. Apartments and storefronts gave way to fields and old barns.
"So, that ten percent is a lot of money," I said. "I think if I give it to you, then you owe me quite a bit huh?"
"Look," Blondie said. "We both know where this is going ok? Let's just park behind one of these old barns and fuck and get it over with."
I smiled. "I want both."
Blondie glanced up at the review mirror to lock eyes with her cousin. "Yeah, we already figured that out."
"That one looks good," I said, indicating a dilapidated old barn sitting out in a field overrun with dandelions and tall grasses. I pulled onto a dirt service road used by farm laborers and parked behind the barn.
"Let's all get in the back seat," I said. "Start undressing."
Blondie and Little Oaxaca shed their clothes while I watched. When they were both completely nude I joined them in the back, sitting between them.
Blondie unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my knees. My cock stood at attention. I ran a hand across her pale back enjoying the feel of her soft, warm flesh. Little Oaxaca leaned down and began sucking my dick. I sighed.
As my cock was sucked I pulled Blondie to me and began kissing her neck and chest. She leaned back and let me explore every inch of her breasts with my mouth. I pulled her soft pink nipples with my teeth and began guiding Little Oaxaca's bobbing head with one hand. After several minutes I pulled away from the dark girl and helped Blondie straddle me. She sat down gingerly and my saliva slicked penis slid easily into her tight pink pussy. She groaned despite herself. I gripped her hips and the cab began gently rocking in time with our movements. Much sooner than I would have liked, I came inside her.
Finished, she slid back off of me and began dressing. Little Oaxaca did the same. I smiled and sighed and pushed past the girls, climbing out of the back seat and out into the fresh air. "Today has been a good day."
Blondie muttered something I didn't quite catch.
"Want to sit up front?," I asked. She didn't. I shrugged. Twenty minutes later we were back at the store and I had handed over a wad of bills.
"Hey," I called as the girls began walking back home. They stopped. "I hope everything works out."
"Yeah," Blondie replied. "Me too."
I waved. She waved back and managed a ghost of a smile. Then she turned away again and both girls walked away.
I watched them for a moment, then cut the radio back on. My dispatcher was screaming bloody murder for me to answer. I winced.
That was the day I met my son Tomás' mother. The girl I knew only as Blondie (then) became pregnant as a result of our encounter and came to me for support months later. I was happy to care for her. We became very close, though we never married and had two more children together in the years since.
I no longer work for Taxi Michoacan and am retired. I spend my days working in my garden and enjoying the company of my children and their mother when she drops by. She still has a perfect ass and we still make love.