Attached is a link to the first part.
So the stud Uber driver I was telling everyone about, well, I finally got the courage to call him. The only problem was I hung up immediately after hearing his voice. Ooooh he sounded so sexy. I was scared. Anxiety sucks. I jumped when my phones vibrations went off and sure enough, it was the Uber driver. ”Hello,” he text back. I stared at this message for a few minutes. ”Hey it’s the Uber passenger w the pink skirt.” I suck at these things and I have bad anxiety which doesn’t help. The worst part was telling him about my “accidental but dial.”
He didn’t care, I think he only cared about what happened next. We just atesushi, and I can tell he was a little nervous which calmed me down a lot actually. I felt bad for his poor nerves and at this moment I was going to fuck him. We drank Sake and Sapporo, and I got tipsy again, 2 for 2 but this I commanded him that he’s coming with me and he eagerly obliged. My Jeep has a lot of room in the back and in Las Vegas, we can have very dark tint. All of a sudden I can’t breathe, his hands were around my throat, I was confused until he told me I was going to be his slut for the night. So much for the easy going nerd I thought he was,