A few years ago, I spent a weekend in the big city and went out with some friends. I had withdrawn a nice handful of cash for the occasion and thought it’d last me throughout the weekend but it didn’t go as planned. I was totally hammered and somehow I had moved from the inner city to the outer areas. I had my phone on me but my purse? It was long gone. I sat down on a bench and started to look for a cab. Just as I dialed up, my phone died. Great I thought, just my luck. I stayed on the bench for a good few minutes. It was facing a busy street with cars and people coming and going. I considered my options, taking into account that I was very drunk and very lost. I knew that some of my friends lived in the city but I didn’t know their exact addresses and I had wandered too far already. After what seemed 5-10 minutes, a car pulled up on the sidewalk.
“Parking not allowed” I thought, shaking my head and not really realizing it was me the driver was pulling up for. It was a younger man, perhaps a few years older than me. I was 23 and he looked 27-28? He called me over and I reluctantly got up.
“I must have driven by you three times perhaps?” he said. He was pretty good looking.
“Why?” I asked and leaned against the car to not lose balance. I noticed that the top of the car had a taxi sign, it wasn’t turned on though.
“I saw you coming down the street, you looked like you needed help” he said. I thought it was kind of him and told him I had lost my wallet and my phone had died. I was lost and didn’t know where to go.
“Hop on in” he said and assured me he’d get me back to the inner city. I told him I didn’t live in the city but 2 hours away to which he replied casually
“I’ll get you there” and I said thanks.
2 hours in a strangers car would scare most women, but I was drunk and I just wanted to get home.
**I however don’t recommend anyone to do what I did, because it’s stupid and risky and I was just lucky.**
Anyway, so the first 10 minutes we just spoke casually and he asked where I had been and why I was in the city. I told him I was with some friends at a party and I wandered too far on my drunken legs. He laughed, looked at me and something in his eyes changed when our gazes met. It could just have been the alcohol in my blood, but I started to look at him in a very lustful way. His lips, his neck, his arms and his hands. It wasn’t until we hit a red light that we both looked at each other in that exact way. His eyes wandered over my body, my lips, my tight dress and bare legs. He tried to pull away as the lights turned. I don’t know what got into me after this, because I’d never do something like that. Ever. I’m a timid shy girl and I don’t like people looking at me. I’m the type who keeps her eyes down and doesn’t act out. But I did this very night.
“You should pull over” I said and touched his hand.
He did a hard turn down a small side-street as we hit the suburbs. He didn’t look at me as he went down a dark road to a factory that looked abandoned. I could feel myself getting warm and damp between my legs. I knew what was going to happen and I wanted it. I could see he did too. He turned off the engine leaned back against the seat.
“Are you-” I was about to ask if he was single, but he interrupted me.
“I have a blanket in the back” he said sternly and got out of the car. Here I was thinking I’d lose my car-sex-virginity but nope. Slightly disappointed in my hot stranger. I looked outside and saw a small patch of grass by a tree. He opened the trunk, closed it and went around to my side.
“The car would be fine” I said and he shook his head. I got out and stood idly for a few seconds as he spread the blanket out on the grass. There was no real light aside from som orange lamps that lit the area very poorly, but we could see each other and that was good enough. He motioned me over and I sat down as did he. It suddenly felt awkward and weird, but that feeling went away when he started to caress my arms and legs. I was shivering, but not because it was cold. I was just so damn horny and that lustful feeling burst throughout my body. We started to kiss, his lips were so soft and tasty. He pulled down the straps from my dress and massaged my breasts. I moaned as his lips ventured further down and started to tug on my nipples. Things escalated to quickly, my mind was racing along with my heartbeat as he laid me down and pulled my dress up to my panties. His fingers lingered there for a few minutes, rubbing my clit through them until he got impatience. I wanted him inside me and he wanted me. Badly. He pulled my soaked panties down and took out his hard cock. He played the tip against my wet pussy and teased my clit. I moaned softly and looked up at him, pleading for him to enter me. His wicked smile told me he liked to tease me. I greedily pulled him down to me and arched myself against him, forcing him to enter me. We both gasped in pleasure. Time became irrelevant and I didn’t care about getting home. I just wanted him to fuck me.
“You feel so tight” he moaned as he rammed into me, leaning on his elbows and looking into my eyes. I kissed him and tried to keep myself from being too loud. He got more and more impatient as did I. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to cum with him. He fucked me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before and I actually ended up crying out because it was so good.
“Cum” I begged him and wrapped my legs around his back to let him go deeper.
“Cum inside me” I pleaded and urged.
“I want you to cum too” he moaned and went harder and faster, pinning my arms down by my wrists. He kept going and I felt myself losing all control over my body as I came. He groaned as he finished inside me. I could feel his hot cum coating my walls and run out of me as he slipped out. It was so erotic, so primal, so amazing. He collapsed next to me.
“I guess I don’t have to pay you now” I said and broke into a soft laugh.
“I don’t mix business and pleasure but I’ll make an exception for you” he smiled at me.
We packed up after a few minutes and I pulled my dress up again. We got into the car and took the rest of the way home to my address in one stretch, talking casually and about our shared experience, without stopping. I felt intoxicated although the alcohol was leaving my blood. I never asked for his name and he never asked for mine. I never got his number except for the number of the cab he drove. And after he dropped me off at my house, I never saw him again.
But if I do see him again, I know I don’t have to pay him for a ride.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8s8ur1/fma_sluts_way_home
Umm.. you were drunk but remembered all the details. That’s cool!