Clara's Choice (2)

Not surprisingly, even in her state of 'distress', Clara had taken her time and put a lot of effort on herself before coming out that day. Apart from her worried expression, she looked as impeccable and, most importantly, as sexy as ever.

In her knee-length tight skirt and slightly loose top that gave just enough of a peek of her cleavage, she was the source of any man's fantasies. Her makeup was on point, and she also had a light coat on to complete the ensemble. The taxi driver licked his dried lips and swallowed dryly as he watched her through the review mirror. He was so intent on her that he never saw what was happening in front of him.

"Fuck!" He suddenly exclaimed and slammed on the brakes!

"Ah!" A startled exclamation left Clara from the backseat at the same time. Fortunately, because she had her seatbelt on, she was only slightly thrust forward as the belt restrained her, only slightly pulling on her shoulders and across her chest.