[MF][cheating] Carpool buddy.

The traffic in my city is pretty bad. The city government encourages public transportation and carpooling, and my employer has been kicking in money and support to get us to move around smarter too.

One thing my employer just started to pay for our use of Swoop, an app to find single-time carpool buddies. Swoop is kind of like Uber, where the driver is someone who happens to be already going in your direction. Or maybe it’s like digital hitchhiking. Driver gets gas money. Riders get faster routes than taking the bus.

I used it for a few weeks, and met a lot of people like me working in my part of the city. Mostly techy. Men. I got a few surprises, like being picked up in one of those zoomy-fast electric cars, or in an old jeep. One day, my surprise was Sveta.

On this day, I had adjusted my departure time to earlier, because I wanted to be home in time to catch a delivery. I guess that’s how we matched for the first time. The evening-commute deadline came and Swoop paired up drivers and riders, and told us where to be and when. Sveta was to pick me and some other guy and she’d drop us off on her way home.

I got a direct text from her asking me to walk toward her office so she could avoid the one-way-street labyrinth around my building. I agreed, which meant I got to her a little early, and our second rider was a few minutes late, so we idled curbside for a few minutes.

Her car was bright colored and stood higher than most cars on the city street. She had a melodic accent, and was beautiful, and we made jokes each other laughed at. I admit to flirting more than usual.

She touched me first. A few minutes had passed and we were impatient for our late rider add had my phone in my hands, trying to piece together how we might have missed him. He didn’t have a photo on his Swoop profile and we didn’t know what he looked like. We had made rude jokes about the people on the sidewalk we pretended were our wayward lost rider. Sveta reached across the center of the car and touched my forearm to get my attention without looking like she was being rude from the outside by pointing.

Her touch was electric. Instead of pointing out the next pedestrian, we both gasped a little bit.

“Your skin is so warm,” she said. I was too dazed to do anything other than smile. She took away her hand and pointed to the next pedestrian with her eyes. Before she should deploy her snide remark, we realized it really was him.

We swallowed our laughter and he opened the door.

As soon as we three were off, I tried to involve Joe, sitting behind me. He wasn’t very talkative, so Sveta and I got into another banter session. Unlike before, she brought up her husband several times in conversation. That was new. She seemed to feel the need to mention him. To let me know she was taken.

I brought up my wife. As I did, I think I noticed a sad droop to her eyes. But our conversation was too engaging to keep us preoccupied, and she stopped at my house, and we left on a high note, giggling at each other. “Let’s keep in touch!” she called out, pulling away.

A week later, I matched her again. This time, it was just us two. Our third backed out at the last minute. I climbed in, and found her listening to awful music and smirking at me. I gave her a happy smile and we were off. She wore a stripey sundress and her hair up in a ponytail.

The traffic was really bad, but our playful, flirty chatter was fluid and easy. At one point, the music annoyed me enough and it was hard to hear her, that I reached up to adjust the radio volume a bit.

I didn’t see what was going on around us, but Sveta needed to zip around a car, and since her car is manual transmission, my arm was in the way of her gear-shifting. When her hand went from the steering wheel to the gear-shift, it batted my arm down, so my hand landed on her thigh, just up from her knee, as her sundress had ridden up a little bit.

For what felt like several seconds, my arm was pinned under hers, with my hand on her knee. I felt embarrassed and thrilled and naughty.

When she had shifted from third, to first, and up to second, my arm was free again, and I pulled it away and put it on my own knee.

Sveta, laughed aloud and tutted her disapproval of our breach of protocol. I smiled and stayed quiet for a few moments. Eventually, she said, “Your skin is still so warm!”

I considered asking how she had remembered that, and if she had been thinking about it, but that would force her to deny it. I could only smile again. She couldn’t see my smile, so she had to turn her head to see me.

“Ah aaa ahh!” I scolded. “Eyes on the road!”

She turned back, and at the next time she didn’t need to shift, and her hands were on her steering wheel, I boldly, unambiguously, put my hand on her knee. Her forehead tilted forward, and her eyes opened wider, and she opened her mouth in surprise.

But she didn’t object. I squeezed her smooth, cool skin just up from her knee.

And then she turned onto my street. I took my hand off her knee, and she eyed me sideways.

I said, “You’re fun to ride with. Same time tomorrow?”

Sveta nodded, with a shy smile.

Next morning, I got a message from her. “If we don’t use the app, we don’t have to share the car with anyone else. Just meet me at same corner. 4:55.”

That afternoon, when I climbed into her car, I noticed she was wearing another sun dress, but this one was shorter, and as she sits it’s ridden higher on her legs.

I buckled myself in, and immediately, twist my torso and slip my hand onto her mid-thigh.

She was shocked and aghast at my impudence, but she didn’t not push my hand off. “Eyes on the road”, I reminded her. And we’re off.

She drove slowly and deliberately and I rubbed her thigh, higher and higher, eventually nudging the hem of her skirt up and higher. Her knee came nearer and nearer me, so I got better access to her inner thighs, and I reached higher, stretching up to rub the cottony fabric of her panties, and the lips of her pussy behind it.

We didn’t talk much this time. She was absorbed in feeling my touch, and I was engrossed in the expression on her face, growing ever more needy.

We reach my house again. Too soon. She muttered, “oh god”.

“Sorry,” I said. “Maybe next time, we’ll have better timing.”

“Next time.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” she echoed.

That was yesterday. This morning, I get another message from her. “I’ll go slower. You go faster.”

I reply, “Eyes on the road.”

I can’t wait until quitting time. Just four hours to go.

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