(Hey there! This is a fictional story and my attempt at a light-hearted and fun approach to meeting an old friend! It’s a bit silly in places but was a lot of fun to write! Hope you enjoy it and I am always happy to hear any feedback you may have. Enjoy!)
All 4 of us piled into the car and squidged and budged up as much as we could to fit all of us in. It had been a fun night meeting and catching up with everyone again after the last few years of staggered communication and failed attempts to reunited everyone on a singular day as is the way of life as you get older and people get busy with the routine of their daily lives. This was a fresh discovery for me. We were all in our mid twenties and the delay in being able to meet up with old friends, even for a simple coffee, was proving a mountainous task for me. Tonight was the exception though as we all were free and available to meet up and have a proper girls’ night. We all dressed up and went out for a hearty Italian meal. A simple evening and one that would have gone longer into the depths of the night if we did not have our new life responsibilities. I didn’t mind though, saves the headache in the morning from a night of gin and tonics. Because of this, we were all sober (Maybe not Casey after the breakup…) and already on our way home at 9:30pm on a Thursday. We were going to get taxis back to our retrospective places until Miranda called to the group looking up from her phone. “Ladies, Oskar is nearby and said he will give us all a lift!” She cried in relief for her near empty purse. Oskar was another one I had no seen in a few years, though we were good friends that just drifted as time went on. I actually met him through Miranda at a gig and after that, he became a regular on nights out and was a good laugh, it would be nice to see him again and I do hope I would find time has served him well.
We waited by the side of a road not far off from the town centre, although the temperature wasn’t too cold, the wind chill was affecting some of us with exposed legs and arms, such as myself. I was wearing a black bodycon dress with thin straps up my shoulders, leaving my legs and arms exposed to show off a few goosebumps. If I had expected to be waiting for a lift, I might have brought a jacket, but I also remember being frustrated I did not have one that matched the dress, so that’ll teach me for choosing fashion over form for the millionth time. It wasn’t too long of a wait though before Oskar pulled up in his dark blue…. Toyot… No Ford…. Renault? It had 4 doors and 4 wheels and I don’t know cars. It was just big enough to get us 4 in with Oskar driving, Casey going in the front as she was the first stop and it was probably for the best as she was babbling on about her ex and her voice cracking a bit as she spoke. Not that I don’t like her, just I didn’t want to deal with the 5th break up in the last 3 months all boiling out of her. But thankfully, she got home safely, as did the other 2 ladies and we all shared long and extended goodbyes silently knowing it might be another millennia till we meet again as a group. I felt bad for Oskar as these went on as I could imagine he just wanted to get home and simply had to sit and wait till it was all finished.
As I finished my last waves to Miranda, I closed the front passenger seat door and Oskar drove off. It was around 10:35 now and I let a small sigh in relief. I looked over to the car saviour of the night to my right and noticed he had still done a bit of growing up visually. He was never bad looking, but he had a stubble beard going on and his neck and jawline a tad more defined than when I last saw him. He had his hair cut in a simple short style with his natural brown. I think he had started working out a bit as well as his body seemed… Well healthier. He was never fat nor chubby, but his shirt lightly pressed against his skin and it was clear in his forearms as he used them to drive that he had definitely been using them more. It was around a few minutes into my astute and nosey observations that I realised I had been silently ogling him in that time. We had just been sitting in silence as he drove and myself simply noticing his features, definitely awkward if he had noticed this but he didn’t seem to be bothered so I built up some light chatter with him to break the barrier. Nothing worth notifying, just simple ‘How are yous’, ‘What you been up to’s’, ‘How’s the wife and kids?’ Ohh… No wife or kids. A sensitive flicker in my hormones.
It had been building throughout the car ride, the thought of going home and indulging myself in self fulfilling masturbation. As I said, the night had been fun and all, but it had been nearly a week for me and that was a little longer than normal. I wouldn’t consider myself a sex pest or an addict by any means, but I did know what I liked when it came to either solo or traditional encounters of the below-the-waist kind. So the thought had been brewing in my mind since the doors closed and my unintended ogling of the only male of the night was proving they were making themselves known. The car swung into my road and Oskar brought it to a slow halt outside of my place. He smiled as he put it in park. “Well, there you go. I’ll watch to make sure you get in safely then go.” He politely said as my hand went for the door handle before stopping.
“Wait, did no one pay you for the lift?” I genuinely asked as I don’t remember there being an exchange of money from anyone.
“No. Miranda asked and it was just safer for you lot. I don’t mind.” He replied with the same smile. The dim car light offering some assistance in both of our vision.
“You put up with so much though, you should get something. Here let me..” I said as I reached for my purse, quickly realising I only had my debit card and I doubted his car had a card machine. Oskar made small objections as I faintly scrambling through my small bag to find nothing in particular. It was as I looked down, I got an idea from the slowly growing lewd part of my mind. There were other ways to pay than card or cash. I tried to shake it off, but I was weak in both my purse and my self will as I faced him once again. “I’m sorry I don’t have anything but I feel so bad!” I exclaimed as I leaned towards him, playfully pouting not really sure where I was going with this. He objected some more claiming it was perfectly fine and to go inside until I saw it, even in the dim light. His eyes flicked to my cleavage. My cleavage! I had a booby bargaining chip! I smiled widely as I realised and he blushed in return probably fearing for the worst in these split seconds of small befuddlement and polite controversy. Little did he know, I was at least a week overdue some fun. “You can touch them if you want…” I softly said and as his first word of confusion left his mouth, I gently took his hand and placed it on my chest. I was definitely coming on to strong and sudden and his expression matched that exact thought. Himself not really knowing what to do and I somehow found myself in the, not literal, driving seat of this interaction.
As the coming few seconds felt endless, it became drastically apparent this was not the way I should have done this and I had let myself be overcome with my own intentions simply assuming it would go the way I wanted it to. I immediately began to regret everything that had happened in this car ride and I was just about to pull away and profusely apologise till the sun rose till I felt a soft squeeze on my breast. A few actually and I was staring straight at a still smiling Oskar. “I hope you don’t pay all your Uber’s like this.” He joked. I believe we were both blushing at this moment in time, but the joke broke the suspenseful mood and I laughed wholly, probably moving my covered breasts in his fingers more as he still maintained a few squeezes. This revelation caused the fear and regret a moment ago to wipe instantly and my mind to return back to it’s slutty thinking as if I didn’t learn a thing. “Only the hot ones.” I replied resisting every urge to cringe at my reply, though it brought a smirk to Oskar’s face. With this signal of acceptance and my foot in the door (Well, my boob in his hand), I prompted Oskar to drive down to the supermarket parking lot down the road. He got half way through asking why before I raised my eyebrow and bit my lip at him, which thankfully he understood.
Within a few more minutes of returning to my seat, exhilarated with what was to come next and my heart trying to break out of my ribcage, we arrived at the near empty parking lot. A few cars dotted around but not a single soul wandering around. As the engine died, the sudden silence dawned as if it say to me ‘Are you going to do this?’ My answer was to turn to him, lean as I had before and reach my hand deep in his inner thigh, instantly feeling it’s warmth. I kissed at his neck a little as he chuckled at the sensation and rubbed across his groin. “You really don’t have to do this. I can take you back.” He offered with the chuckle still in his voice, still trying to play the gentleman. I giggled softly in his ear, swiftly popping his jean button with my fingers and whispering in response. “I’ve already paid you… This is just for fun.” As my hand swam it’s way down his underwear to meet his half erect penis. Oskar readjusted himself in his seat for comfort, using his hand to lean the seat back slightly while doing so with a winning smirk on his face, only half seen due to the lack of lighting surrounding them. “Well I can’t steal a ladies’ fun, can I?” He replied before wiggling his hips to try his best to pull down his jeans, to which together we got them down to his knees.
We both depravedly giggled before I sunk myself slightly awkwardly into my new spot. Lying as much as I could across the two seats directing my face towards my new goal: his semi erect cock that was now resting on his stomach. I flashed a naughty smile as it showed in my eyeline and ducked my head down to reach it. Without hesitation, I pecked at it with my lips and used my hand to get it to stand and if there had been more light, I’d probably been able to see it grow but instead, I felt it grow in my mouth as I quickly sucked it between my lips and for the first time in quite a while. I was giving head. With gentle pulses and the ever-growing warmth against my tongue and cheeks, his cock swiftly grew to it’s fullness and I had a real dick to be playing with now. My mind swirled with slutty murmurs as the thought of giving head to an old friend simply for a ride home was more than just a prompt, it was happening and my horny desires spurred me on from the sideline as the soft suckles and pops filled the car. As expected, Oskar leaned back in total pleasure and near disbelief in how lucky he had got tonight, simply witnessing an old friend now happily warming his cock with her mouth. His left hand lightly resting on my head as it gently bobbed up and down, his right stroking along my back and eventually trying it’s best to get a handful of ass.
Minutes passed as we both were simply lost in the moment of both giving and receiving pleasure. The only sounds to fill the inside of the vehicle were Oskar’s moans and the odd pop from myself. My taste buds were now becoming quite familiar with the taste of his pre-cum. The taste was indifferent, definitely not as bad as some semen could be, which only spurred me on in my oral worship. There was an awkward moment in-between where I attempted to titfuck him, though really all it was me aiming his cock at my cleavage and trying my best to direct it in. Due to the lack of room, this was harder than I imagined and it just ended with us to sharing a laugh. “Nice try.” Oskar would comment as I simply returned to my sucking with lightly wettened breasts from saliva and pre-cum. As odd as it may sound, Oskar’s dick was somewhat fun to blow. It wasn’t too thick nor too small. A nice size to accommodate my mouth and I could pretty much get it all in, which was obviously favourable for my old friend and meant I was more than happy for this to last as long as it did.
For myself, I had seemed to have found the handbrake between my legs and was idly grinding against it as I sucked. Again, it was a slightly awkward position due to the lack of room and would have been uncomfortable if I had not been so horny. However, because I was so infatuated, I made do and was soon working up an edge myself. Quite quickly actually and I had to slow myself down a couple of times to ensure I did not blow my own load straight away. This probably continued for around 10-15 minutes. Both the grinding and the blowjob and as I was getting to the point of no return for myself. My mind fogged in more mental criticism of the situation, mostly on how slutty I was. I was currently paying for everyone’s lift home with my own mouth and enjoying it so much I was humping the handbrake to receive my own pleasure. Where this might put regret in some people’s mind, I was loving it. Basking in my own sluttiness that I just humped more, sucked more, moaned more until my thigh tightened. A tingling wave of joy spread across me as I let out a little gasp on his cock as I came in my panties. My legs twitched, only being stopped by the car door and my hands reached to grab what they could, which ended up being the dashboard and Oskar’s shirt. Furthermore, I don’t know whether Oskar warned me or I was just lost in my own joy or if this simply pushed him over the edge as well, but a warm, creamy flow suddenly entered my mouth as he too begun to cum. I instinctively closed my lips around his tip and milked him for all that he had. Barely even tasting, just swallowing what fell into my mouth as I rode out my own pleasure. my heart racing and my hormones somewhat quelled, we both finished.
I don’t remember much of the small ride home after that. I returned to my seat and he adjusted his seat back. He drove me down the road back home in silence and we exchanged thank you’s and goodbye’s as I got out and entered my home. It still didn’t feel real even as I closed my front door. I did noticed how wet my panties were, pretty much soaked and I did have a side thought wondering how soaked I had left his handbrake, but there was not much I could do now. There was only one thing to do now for myself. I went to my bedroom and started my planned masturbation session, except this time, I had a whole experience to relive in my mind as I did so.
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