The Uber Driver [FM]

It’s easy to get lost in this city, millions of people, all of them searching for something, but with no one searching for them. It was 7.30 at night by the time I made it out of the office, whoever invented 6 pm meetings should be shot. My boss hadn’t stopped staring at me the whole time, I was wearing the suit he bought me for secret santa the year before, everyone else got given little toys or joke gifts, I’d gotten a $500 suit that was tight around the hips, showing off my hourglass figure. I could tell he was hard the entire meeting. I knew he thought of me while he was fucking his wife, he’d probably even grunted out my name a few times; I was always on his mind, all of me – 5’4”, sapphire blue eyes, perfect lily-white tits pressed tight against the fabric.

It was Friday and all I could think about was getting home, stripping off and soaking in a deep bath with a glass of red; and my custom shower-head with the triple-pressure setting. I called an uber and waited in the cold city air, I could feel my nipples harden beneath my blouse, I wrapped my arms around myself, my breasts sitting in the crook of arms.

The uber pulled up, I confirmed my name, never can be too careful, and got in the back. I caught the driver’s dark brown eyes in the mirror, he wasn’t much older than me, but his eyes seemed to exude experience. Straight away, you could tell he worked out; all he had on was a tight black t-shirt against the cold eastern wind, his triceps flexed beautifully as he shifted into gear with ease. I moved over in my seat, to get a better look. He had a hint of designer stubble; one strong hand gripping the wheel, the other resting sensually on the gear-stick. I felt my thighs squeeze together, out of pure reflex, I bit my lip, his eyes flicked up to mirror, I quickly looked down at my phone. Did he see that? Maybe I wanted him to see?

He hadn’t said a word so far and I wanted it to stay that way, if his voice was as deep as his eyes then I would have lost my mind; well… I did anyway. I looked up slowly from my phone and saw he was wearing light-grey sweatpants, tightly fit, the outline of his cock showing through, there for the whole world to see, a careless confidence. I made the decision then and there and asked if he could pull over, making an excuse about losing an earring. He pulled down a side street, and slipped the handbrake up with a firm grip.

He climbed into the backseat, bent down and shone a phone torch on the floor, searching for the jewellery, but when he turned his head towards me he found a different treasure; the torch light shone up my slick black stockings, all the way up to my red silk panties, the ones I wore on Fridays, just in case.

He didn’t even pause, he just moved his hand up to caress the inside of my thigh. I looked down into his eyes and he pulled me close and kissed me, hard, the way I like it, he just knew, I could already tell he would anticipate my every pleasure. His hands were already undoing my blouse; bringing a whole new meaning to the pleasure of taking off your bra at the end of a long day. His palms were rough, callused, as if from manual work, but his touch was delicate, he felt the exact motion of my body as he unhooked my bra with practiced ease and tossed it aside.

His tongue was deep in my mouth, pressed against mine writhing with passion, my hands ran through his messy dark hair, his cock rock hard in the sweatpants and pressing up against my wet panties; he pulled them off, but left the $200 dollar skirt still on. I lifted his shirt, fumbling, hungry to see his muscular chest. He yanked his sweatpants down, not even taking them fully off; I pulled his cock out and felt the weight of it in my hands, thick and beautiful. He put one hand softly behind my neck, the other at the small of my back and moved by whole body underneath him.

His fingers slid up my thighs and teased the lips of my pussy, gradually parting them as he stared deep into my eyes, silent and dominating. He eased himself inside me, inch by inch, I felt his girth stretching me out and the silence was broken as I gasped, the air escaping my trembling lungs. He thrust again, slowly penetrating my deepest desires. And again. My pussy dripped onto the fine leather seats, as he moved in and out with absolute control.

My breath became staccato as he seized my quivering body, my mind completely blank, filled with nothing but pure pleasure. His cock thrusting deep inside me, conquering beautiful places I didn’t even know existed. I was completely in his control, my hands digging deep into his tanned back, leaving dark red nail marks. I could tell he didn’t even feel them, he was only concerned with the moment, the pure euphoria. His cock slamming into me now, ferocious, unleashed. My pussy gaping, gushing and gratefully accepting his rock-hard gift.

His stubble grazed the nape of my pure white neck, leaving it red raw. I could feel everything I’d ever wanted building inside me with each thrust, the pure release. This could be my life forever, no job, no home, no city, just bliss. His hand grabbed my hair and yanked my head back with absolute control, the sharp jolt of joyful pain singed through my nerves; my pussy exploded with pleasure as I howled a piercing orgasm, leaving my mouth agape and my eyes staring at the sky.

He thrust one last time and filled my willing body with a heavy flow of cum. His worker’s hands held me tight as I looked down and lost myself in his eyes, a perfect moment that I knew couldn’t last forever, but I would have given anything to make it do so. I let out an exhale as his thick cock slid gracefully out of me, leaving his cum to run down the inside of my thigh and stain my black stocking.

He pulled his sweatpants up and grabbed his shirt, all without uttering a word. I lay there, full of his cum, my Ralph Lauren blouse crumpled in the footwell as he climbed into the front and started the engine. I didn’t want to move, savouring the post-fuck bliss. I wasn’t even sure where he was taking me anymore, but I knew I wanted to go. As I rested my head against the window, my chest heaving with pleasure, I caught his dark eyes in the mirror again and they seemed to understand me more than I understood myself and for just a moment I felt like I’d been found.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lpx2od/the_uber_driver_fm