I stepped out of the taxi cab and onto the curb as the driver opened the trunk and removed my luggage for me. The air was cool from the lifting early morning fog. It caressed my soft skin and jolted to my nipples. I felt them tingle as I moved and the thin fabric of my blouse gently grazed them. I paid the driver, and as he accepted his payment, I noticed his gaze on my chest.
“Thank you for the ride,” I said quickly.
“You’re very welcome,” he responded as I hurriedly pulled up the handle on my suitcase and darted into the airport.