Around 19 months ago when I was still driving for Uber, I picked up a woman (I’ll call her Diana) on a Saturday at around 11pm who I first thought couldn’t be more than 25-27 years of age, myself being 25. She was dressed in formal clothes like lose formal pants and a white half-sleeves shirt. Blonde, smooth shoulder length hair. *Pretty*, was my first thought. I didn’t check out her bodily curves etc.
Anyway, when she typed in the destination address, she said to me before it even updated on my phone, “that’s the correct address, I just don’t feel like going by bus or train. Just wanna get home ASAP.” I looked at the app and it showed a ride from Dallas downtown to Houston, nearly a 4 hour drive.
Before I can even begin processing, she goes on, “I’ll pay you a hundred bucks in cash when we get there.” Me, being the over-modest idiot I sometimes can be, replied “Well, if you pay just for the gas of my back and forth journey even then I’m grateful. Let’s get you home.”
Anyway, it’s a long ride and she reclines her seat (I offered to stop the car and let her lie down in the back, but she politely refused). I see her crossing her arms like she’s a little cold, and then look at my denim jacket on my knees (I felt it was not cold enough to wear it myself, and weather in Dallas is a little unpredictable). My parents have taught me to be as self-less and kind as possible, so I simply pick it up and place it over her about 30 minutes into the drive, “here, use this as a blanket.” A small part me was saying, *dude, you should ask first if she needs it*, while the larger part replied to the former, *fuck off, he’s being kind to her*. Anyway, when I do that, she opens her eyes, clearly taken aback initially, but cutely huddle it like she actually wants it, and I think I saw her sniff it very deeply during my back-and-forth viewing between her and the road, not sure though. She then naps pretty soundly.
She’s sound asleep and I mind my business driving. Before I even realize it we arrive pretty early, time being around 2:30am. Her house is in a VERY upscale neighborhood, and I see a Mercedes CLS 500 parked in presumably her driveway. I gently place my hand on her shoulder, “Diana, we’ve arrived.”
She wakes up slowly, yawns, and shakes her head when she looks at me. “That was a comfortable ride.” Draws out the $100 note from her purse and steps out, **with my jacket around her**, though just on her shoulders without her arms going through the sleeves, seemingly huddling it. The first few seconds, I sit there staring at her back in bewilderment, then call out, “Um, if you don’t mind I’d like my jacket back please…”
She immediately turns around, her face red in embarrassment and comes back running toward my car. “Sorry!” with a smile. I respond very calmly, “It’s cool. It’s a cozy jacket after all”, smiling back.
I look at my watch and think of an idea at that instant. “Diana, would it be cool if I park my car behind yours in the driveway and nap for a couple of hours in it? I don’t wanna fall asleep on the wheel during my return to Dallas…”
She responds **instantly** with a what I call a no-nonsense smile, “Nope, you’re gonna park your car and come into my house. You think I’d let you sleep out here in the middle of the night?”
After a slight pause I shrug, “Well, as long as you don’t mind, I’ll take you up on that offer.” At this point, I have NO expectations of any kind of a fling and I haven’t looked at her that way, although she is VERY pretty.
So I head inside, looking around and thinking to myself, *my Lord, she’s loaded! The house has a pleasant scent too.* Being the shy and reserved guy I try to be all the time, I repeatedly insist that the couch in the living room just across from the entrance is fine.
She replies, “There’s an empty bedroom that hasn’t been used for years now… Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Thank you, but I’ll be much comfortable here and be less of an intrusion that way” to which she gives me an appreciative and really pretty smile. As I continue to look around, I notice some photos of her posing with a man and two twin daughters. “My twin daughters Sally and Kelly… and my late husband. Passed away 4 years ago” Diana tells me softly when she sees me staring at the photo. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” It clicks to me immediately that the empty bedroom was probably the one she shared with her late husband.
“I’ve moved on,” she claims with a gentle smile while staring at the photo. “I’ll never forget him, sure, but I was able to move on. I had to… for my daughters’ sake.”
“I see… How old are your daughters now?” trying to change the subject as I don’t want to induce grief. “They’re 12 now. Had ’em when I was 20.”
“Wait, you’re 32 years old?!” I’m genuinely surprised. “I genuinely thought you’re no more than 25 or something…”
She laughs, “Why thank you!” and gives me that amazing smile once more. At this point, residual sexual thoughts start to enter my mind, upon which I metaphorically slap myself, *Idiot, this lady is being generous to you. Just go to sleep, leave in the morning and don’t look back after thanking her. Don’t you dare fuck anything up.*
“Oh, and don’t worry about Sally and Kelly, they’re with their grandparents for the weekend.” *Well, shit. I’m alone in a house with a very beau- DON’T FUCK IT UP!*
As we bid each other goodnight and she heads into her room, I place my jacket on one of the chairs in the dining table right across from the living room, visible from the couch I’m supposed to sleep in. Before Diana left for her room, I thought I saw her staring at the jacket, but I remember chalking it up to me being exhausted and imagining things just for the sake of simplicity. I set an alarm for 6am and doze off pretty quickly on the couch, which is quite comfy and cozy.
*A little background about me before the next part, which I think is necessary. When I was in 13 years old, armed burglars broke into my house and pointed a gun at my mother’s head while she was still asleep, which woke her up with a scream which in turn woke me up inducing terror within me unlike anything; it’s a scream I’ve carried with me to this day. So if I’m woken up by anything* **remotely** *related to a woman’s scream, cry, sigh or shriek, I wake up as if someone is in danger and instinctively grab any object I can use to defend myself and investigate. It’s just something I really cannot help at this point.*
With that said, I wake up very abruptly to something that my hazy mind tells me is a woman’s cry for help, and instinctively grab the pocket knife I always carry with me (took it out of my pocket and put it next to my phone on the table in front of me). As I follow the source of the sound, I’m also half-notice that my jacket is missing from the chair I tossed it on. I remember being “half-aware” that I was staying a kind stranger’s house (whose name is Diana), who let me stay the night as a courtesy, so I set aside anything related to privacy, just to ensure she’s not in danger.
I worriedly scream out Diana’s name as I barge into her (unlocked) room, and what I see freezes me on the spot. Breathing heavily, she’s clutching my jacket in her left hand right next to her face, with her right hand underneath her bedsheets. She also freezes.
After maybe two seconds of freezing and staring at each other which felt like an eternity, I turn around like a fucking spinning top and hurriedly leave the room repeating “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” as I go along, closing the door behind me.
Never mind the fact that she had my jacket, was sniffing it deeply and masturbating to it. The only thing I was worried about was a lawsuit for harassment or break-in etc. I was in **HER** house, and she could easily report me to the police for a break-in (I’d also read **a lot** about how much someone’s life can be destroyed by a charge of rape or harassment, true or not). Given my paranoid nature coupled with these racing thoughts, I’m about 10 feet or so away from her door when a hand grabs my right arm *What the fuck?! I didn’t even hear her open her door!*. I freeze again, “please don’t report me to the police. I’ll just gather my things and leave right now, no questions asked. You can even keep my jacket, I don’t mind, but please, just don’t report me to the police” I plead again and again, standing there without turning to face her.
The next few words come as a surprise, “You really are a kind guy, aren’t you?” I still don’t turn around, her hand holding still holding my arm. “You burst into the room because you thought I was being raped or something, right?”
After a few VERY LONG seconds of silence, words begin to leave my mouth, “I didn’t particularly think of that, I just thought you were in danger in the general sense. I just woke up very abruptly. Sorry…”
“You wanna know why I took your jacket?”
“You clearly needed a release. Everyone has needs, so I’m not judging…” Still not turning around to face her.
“My husband used to have the same kind of jacket. It’s been years since I donated all his clothes away, but I never forgot about it.”
I don’t respond, still not turning around to face her, STILL worried she could report me despite what she said earlier. And then…
“I haven’t been with another man since he died…” After a pause of maybe two seconds, “you um… wanna, you know, *come* with me to my room?” She emphasized the word “come”.
My eyes wide open, I turn around slowly, matching her gaze (she also lets go of her grip on my arm) and finally noticing what she’s wearing, or rather what she is *not*. She’s in a blue tank top, holding my jacket on her lower body to hide her lack of underwear. *I didn’t notice it before, but her pale skin looks almost silky smooth*
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, “I’m not even showered. And I’m a stranger, you know an–”
She puts two fingers on my lips to shut me up.
“Just shut up and fuck me!” She says with that same no-nonsense smile. “I’ll join you in the shower. You think I’m clean myself?”
“… I mean, you look fine to me.” She laughs.
She grabs my left hand *her hand is so warm*, and drags me into the bedroom and then into her bathroom, not having a care in the world about how I can see her amazing ass. *My goodness, her curves are just perfect, on top of her slim waist* and I start to get hard.
“Off with your clothes. Go in, I’ll follow” Ahh, that no-nonsense smile again. I do as she commands, and enter her high-class ivory-themed shower. I notice behind the near-opaque glass that she’s taken off her tank top. And when she enters, *good Lord, her chest and ass perfectly complement each other. She definitely knows how to take care of her body*
I’m 6’2, and if I had to guess her height, she was 5’11. As we’re showering, we make out a lot, and in addition to cleaning myself up, she allows me the honor of letting me apply soap on her to get a feel of her amazing body and curves. Despite the loudness of the shower, I hear her moans, *her moans are almost intoxicating* I think to myself. Oh and by the way, I don’t drink at all.
We finish showering and exit together. She gives me a clean towel and after drying up, she grabs my very hard dick and drags me to the bedroom. I say to her, “for someone who hasn’t been with a man for four years, you certainly know how to make a man yours!”
She stops in front of the bed and smiles back at me, “On the contrary, I’m quite nervous and have no idea what I’m doing!” *I can never get tired of that smile*. She jumps onto the bed, lies back and stretches her arms out to me, “come here sweety.”
I gently get on the bed, slowly massaging and kissing her feet, then legs in a worshipful manner *her skin is so soft and warm.* Then I gently pry apart her thighs, kissing and massaging as I go along. As I reach that heavenly opening between her legs, I tease her, just kissing and licking the outside walls of her beautiful vagina. I move up to her stomach, kissing and licking along the way. I notice her lifting herself up again and again as I do so, giving me a sign that she wants it. (sex, however few times I’ve had it, is always the best if the woman is pleased, **first and foremost**. It’s *never* about me.)
And then I reach those almost symmetrically curved mountains. I start with the right, kissing around the nipple, with my right hand massaging it, while my left hand massages the left breast. Advancing to her nipple, I lick it in a spiral fashion and then take it into my mouth wholly and gently suck, while gently squeezing with my right hand. She firmly grasps my hair, moaning again and again “oh fuck yes, keep going.” After about a minute of doing so, I repeat everything with the left, after which she drags my face to make out, for a good few minutes. *Time is irrelevant here…*
After we catch a breather from the heavy make out session, I say to her, “time to make out with your other mouth. Now if you’ll excuse me…” to which she giggles cutely. I gently slide down her body, kissing along the way, again prying open the beautiful sight between her thighs.
“Wow, someone’s really wet.”
And then I go to town. I start with the outer lining, licking my way again in a spiral fashion toward the center. This whole time she’s grasping my hair, tightening and loosening her grip based on her pleasure. It’s such a fucking turn-on when she does that and moans at the same time. When I reach the center, I slide my tongue in and out back and forth gently, and she moans ever so loudly. Then I barely brush my tongue on her clit to tease her, and she pulls me in even harder. “Keep going, just like that.” *She tastes amazing too* “Oh I’m gonna come, I’m gonna fuckin come!” and she holds my mouth right onto her heavenly gate, repeatedly releasing her juices during what I think were about 20 minutes of eating out.
She massages and scratches my head, breathing like she’s exhausted. I ask, “I can go on for hours if you’d like.”
She lifts up her head a little to make eye-contact and tells me, “No I want you to fuck me YESTERDAY! Lie back.” She gets up and pushes me down. I say to her, like the stupid idiot I am, “I haven’t got a condom, just so you know…”
She smiles back at me, “I took a pill before I entered the shower. You’re coming inside me sweetheart.”
“As you wish, my queen.” She giggles.
If heaven was me eating her out, her sitting on top of me in a cowgirl position was definitely… Super-heaven (I can’t think of anything better okay?). Despite being exhausted from my eating out session, she shakes up and down very nicely as I tell her, “Oh my God, you’ll make me come really fast!” I was already hard as it was. She responds in kind, “I *WANT* you to come!” She slows down a little and makes out with me for a few seconds, then goes back at it again. In about a minute, I blow a huge load inside her. Both of us exhausted, she lies down on my chest for a minute or two.
She lifts up her head and makes eye contact with me as I lift up mine. “Thank you for giving into my selfish request.”
“I’m honored, milady.”
She laughs, “Always trying to be the gentleman huh?” I giggle too.
We clean up, pee, and shower again. I check the clock in her room for the time and it shows 4:45 am. As she’s drying her head with the towel, I tell her, “well, I’d set my alarm for 6am. I got another hour to get some sleep, so if that was all you needed from me, I’ll go back to the couch…”
“You are staying right in this room and sleeping right on this bed.” Again, with that no-nonsense smile. I notice her on my phone. She’s deactivating my alarm.
“Yes ma’am.” *Why the fuck should I protest. I’m in no hurry to get back to my lonely apartment*
As I start to pick up my clothes to put them back on, “who told you to put your clothes back on?” Yet again, that no-nonsense smile. I giggle a little and she leads me into the bed after changing the sheets. We snuggle together a little, and she falls asleep on my chest, with me following suit.
She woke up around 9am to a delicious Pakistani-styled breakfast I make for Sundays. She really enjoyed it, and after that we really hit it off. We actually dated for 3 months. Despite me being a Muslim (and one who tried to be devout too), restricted and held back by my absurd culture, I wanted to introduce her to my parents and family, wanted to propose to her. Her daughters also welcomed me into their lives, because they saw how happy her mother was with me.
Alas, it was never meant to last. The relationship came to an abrupt end when my brother contracted cancer. I had to travel back home to Pakistan, and had to depart with her. It was unfair to leave her uncertain on whether or not I’d return, and even more unfair if I made a promise to return which I may not have been able to keep.
She cried so hard, I can never forget it. But I had to loosen her grip on my arm as I was walking toward the Uber which was going to take me to the airport. I still remember her repeatedly pleading “Please don’t go”, tears streaming down her face, and mine. “I owe my brother my life. I love you, but I cannot abandon him in his time of need.”
I don’t use Facebook and switched my US phone number so she couldn’t contact me. She did leave me several emails. I had to painfully ignore them to maintain my focus on helping my brother.
I guess the silver lining here is that my brother survived after some long painful months. It’s actually a miracle, given that the doctors were confident he wouldn’t last. But no, I would rather die than let my brother leave this world. If anyone would like to know how I made sure he survived and has recovered really well, that’s another matter altogether which you can inquire about through PMs.
I’m so sorry we had to part ways Diana. I hope you’re doing well now and found someone else. Someone *better*. I know I still haven’t.
Edit: Messed up the arrival time. Fixed pm to am.
Edit2: Some formatting issues. And some grammar etc.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6szrdt/mfslight_femdom_my_denim_jacket_gave_me_a_hot
You need to get back in contact with her, like now. Your brother was dying, isn’t like you threw her aside.
Wow, what a story. Thank you for sharing this. I’m glad to hear your brother is doing better.
And you should contact her. It doesn’t sound like you have anything to lose.
Y’all know that stupid 1998 mankind hell in a cage troll?
As I’m reading this it occured to me that this could possible the best troll I’ve ever read.
I’m glad it wasn’t but my dude. Send her flowers. Send her something. Anything.
Oh God, please get in contact with her my dude
Op if this story is legit then WOW your the man mate. I understand you leaving her, the drama would have been really hard to deal with. Best of luck mate.
Wow! Really beautiful story! Can’t believe this can be real :)
Please get back together!!!
Dude, why would you walk away from something that beautiful? You should try to get back in touch.