It all started with a text. A small beep. A small vibration. A red eye flight, one Uber ride, knock on a door, panties to the floor and here I am sliding up and down on his gloriously long hard cock. We had that spark couples pray for. We have always had that spark. 15 years ago we met just after Christmas at a rental car shop. He was the poor guy behind the counter that had to put up with the annoyingly almost drunk me.
My best friend thought it would be a great idea to take me to a car dealership for car repairs moments after flying into town for vacation. Then after sitting for hours we needed a rental car. What can I say, it turned out to be one of the best decisions ever. We flirted hard that day and given the chance I would have let him take me in the bathroom. Like I said, we have that spark.
I called him the night before leaving for home, couldn't seem desperate, right? He was a smooth talker with a tender touch. It was mere hours before he slid his hand from my knee slowly up my thigh as he turned and kissed me deeply. He did nothing half assed. He went for what he wanted and when he tipped my passenger seat back I gladly yanked my skirt up and climbed on top of him. He was a fantastic lay and 3 orgasms later I finally allowed him to finish. We cleaned up and went our ways. One night stand/great slutty vacation sex, mark it off my bucket list. Thank you Mr. A.
I got on the plane with a smile and no panties! Sorry to whoever got that rental car next! The next morning my phone beeped and 15 years of back and forth teasing/flirting/naked weekends started. We had our own reasons to stay apart. We each took turns being married, having kids and I had divorced years before. He was still sticking with his wife and we respected that. There were lines we never crossed. Damn us and our morals. God he was a fantastic lay and I was in a bit of a dry spell. I had lost track of number of times I had masturbated to fantasies of him.
He knew I wouldn't answer this late. He knew I was at work for the next 12-16 hours. He smiled as he sent the text he had wanted to send for a couple years. He smiled, hit send and stroked his long stiff cock to a fantasy of me riding him all night. He fell asleep quickly and soundly for the first time in ages.
What he didn't know was that I was off work for a mental health day. When my phone beeped I had two fingers buried deeply in my own pussy. I finished myself off quickly and read his text while my ears were still ringing. I immediately sat up and grabbed my laptop. I found a flight and called for Uber while I taxied to the arrival gate.
My Uber was in the pick up lane as I walked out the door. I sat in the back seat as I still wasn't used to this whole ride share idea. Do you treat them like a taxi cab or a friend giving you a ride home? Either way I was in the back.
"Mind telling me when we are about 10 minutes from the hotel?" I asked politely.
"Sure, my name is Frank. Put on your seat belt." His voice sounded like chocolate tastes. I was instantly wet. Damn men and their sexy, scruffy voices. I smiled and started to doze off.
"Ten minutes away, fifteen if there is traffic ahead." Dark chocolate, I smiled again.
"Mind if I take all my clothes off?" I winked. "I am surprising someone."
"Nope, happens all the time," he joked. Not dark chocolate, I thought, he sounds like the real expensive hand tempered chocolate that you pick up for a rare occasion. I imagined his face when I told him this and decided against it. I did not want his story to be about the "crazy" lady that got naked in his car, just the naked lady. I may be older and have kids, but I keep in shape and am content and proud of my body. He adjusted his mirror once and stared a little longer than was probably safe while driving. I found my floor length coat in my bag and tried to slip it on and quickly learned that it was not possible when sitting in a car.
"Five minutes at most," he warned me. "I wish more of my passengers were ready to surprise people in the morning."
