Lucky Limo [MF]

Disclaimer: I recognize that this story has all the hallmarks of a made up pornographic fantasy. It is completely true, but I get it if you don’t take me at my word. Also, I’ve posted this story on other subs, but it is so perfect for the Monthly Contest, that I decided to post it here as well.

It all started with a layover on a flight to Vegas (of course) for a conference. I (32M) showed up at my gate an hour or two before boarding and I noticed a really attractive woman with curly hair, a bit of a punky look, and a lithe, athletic body, who appeared to be in her 20’s. She wore a loose sleeveless short cropped t-shirt with a large openings for her neck and arm that gave me seductive glimpses of her olive toned skin and tattoos beneath, and made it clear that she was not wearing a bra. On her bottom half she wore brightly patterned leggings showing off the shape of her toned legs and ass. She completed her look with a nose-ring and clunky jewelry. Given that this was at the gate for a flight to Las Vegas, and her free spirited mode of dress, I thought the chances that she might be down for some fun were pretty good.

I personally am of average height with thick dark hair and a full but trim beard. I’ve been told I’m good looking, and I’m fit and somewhat muscular, but that was all hidden under my business casual sports jacket over dress shirt and jeans combo. I hoped that I wasn’t too formally dressed to get her attention, but I just walked over to her introduced myself and asked if she’d like to grab a drink before the flight and get the Vegas party started early. She enthusiastically agreed, told me her name was Natalie (not her real name) and followed me to an executive lounge where we drank, ate, flirted, and traded numbers. She was quick to laugh, and reciprocated my flirtation, and at one point, I leaned in as if to kiss her, but then said “sorry this is an executive lounge, gotta keep it professional” and I pecked her on the cheek instead, while sliding my hand along her thigh stopping just short of her crotch. “Good thing Vegas is a bit more relaxed!” She then said that she had to meet with her brother when she arrived, but was eager to find a mutually convenient time to hang out in Vegas.

When I landed in Vegas, I went to meet the driver of my pre-reserved car service (I was able to expense fancy black cars, and I took full advantage of that). When I found the man holding the sign with my name on it, he took my luggage and said “Today is your lucky day!” I assumed it was just a dumb Vegas joke he says to all his passengers, but then he explained that the company ran out of regular sedans, so sent him to pick me up in a stretch limo instead!

That was cool, but it seemed a waste to ride alone. I texted Natalie and said, “not sure how you’re getting to your destination, but I randomly got a limo to the strip…come join me.” She texted back immediately and said she would be there immediately.

Now I was psyched, but I realized that LAS is only about 2.5 miles from the Strip. Even with traffic, that was not enough time to take advantage of the situation, and I assumed that Natalie’s plan to meet her brother at the strip put the kibosh on any shenanigans when we got there. I told the driver that I needed to alter the route, and add a quick stop at some office building like 20 miles away to pick up some documents (not a total lie, We did have an office there and I did have stuff I needed to print, but I could have just used the hotel printer), and that we needed to wait a minute for a colleague.
I texted Natalie, and explained the detour, and she was totally cool with it.

A few minutes later Natalie shows up and I see the driver eyeing “my colleague” suspiciously. As Natalie checks out the limo he whispers to me, “by the way the bar in the limo isn’t stocked.” I pulled up the closest liquor store on my phone and said, “Not a problem, stop here first!” Natalie and I get in this gorgeous stretch limo with wrap around leather seating, blue mood lighting, and a mirrored wet bar (with just water, ice, and glasses). As soon as the driver closes the door I put my arm around her and we start kissing. It wasn’t long before the driver pulls up to the liquor store, and I say to Natalie “You didn’t think I’d make you ride in a dry limo did you?” I hop out buy drinks and snacks (and more condoms), and then the party really gets started.

I pour the drinks and we kiss some more and I slide my cold hand (from the drinks) into her shirt and start fondling her perky breasts. she responds enthusiastically and soon I’ve got her shirt up, her areolas between my lips and I’m flicking her nipples with my tongue. She moans and squeezes my throbbing hard cock through my jeans…she slides to her knees, unzips my fly, and gives me amazing head until I blow my load and she swallows it all. Timing was perfect, a few minutes later we get to the office building, and the Natalie waits in the limo waits while I go in and print my documents.

When I got back to the limo Natalie was horny and soaking wet…during the 40 minute ride to the strip we went at it in a wide variety of positions including cowgirl (both directions), doggy, car seat modified missionary, and more. It was some crazy fucking. Every swerve, acceleration and breaking that the driver did, caused some unexpected movement, and watching other people through the one way glass while I thrusted into Natalie was an incredible thrill. We also managed to drink and get pretty loaded in between bouts.

When we were close to the strip we quickly got dressed, and cleaned up the evidence (the shopping bags from the liquor store came in handy), and tumbled out of the limo flushed, sweaty, and out of breath, I hugged Natalie good bye, and she scampered off. The driver then approached me with a stern face and said, just so you know “I have a camera and I saw everything, expect a bill for the cleanup fee.”

I told him that I appreciated the great service and though I didn’t have cash on me I’d be happy to add a tip to the card. Unfortunately that wasn’t possible because this was a corporate service that included driver tips in the booking fee. By policy passengers did not tip drivers extra, so without cash (and this was before I had Venmo or the like), there was no way to actually tip him. He was angry, and told me to expect a $200 cleanup fee plus any other damages. What a spoil sport!

My luck held out however. I never did get billed, and I expensed the drinks and snacks as incidentals.

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