A 5-Star Uber [F25M28] [sexual tension] [public] [strangers to lovers] [fingering] [cowgirl] [car sex]

Tinder dudes sucked.

I had washed my hair, shaved, lotioned, oiled — even used my expensive perfume.

All that for nothing.

"Twenty seconds? Not even a minute?" Lucy sounded horrified over the phone.

"Yeah, and that's not even the worst part," I grumbled. "He didn't even offer to help me out after. Just said 'Thanks, have a good one' and escorted me out — like I was a fucking prositite or human fleshlight."

Lucy shrieked so loud I had to hold the phone away from my ear.

Now look, I don't judge. It happens! And it's a bit of an ego boost.

But to drag a girl all the way out on a Friday night, then not offer to get her off afterwards? Criminal.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I feel like you should be able to seek monetary damages for that."

"That's what I'm saying," I grumbled. "I seriously needed this, it's been a hellish week at work. I just wanted some release."

I glanced up to see my Uber driver eyeing me in the rearview mirror, one brow slightly raised.

It would've been unbearably awkward if he were some old guy, but he looked close to my age—late twenties, maybe. Probably awkward for a whole other reason.

Okay, yeah. Probably shouldn't be having this conversation right now. But who cares? I'd never see this guy again.

"Wanna come by here? I'll give you a release."

I knew she was kidding, but I was so achingly desperate I would've taken just about anyone up on the offer right now.

"Thanks but no thanks, I've got a date with an entire bottle of wine, some filthy erotica I saved on Reddit, and B.O.B."

My Battery-Operated Boyfriend. Whose name was Simon, because Simon always did what I said.

"If we ever get there, that is," I muttered. "We've been in stand still traffic for almost 15 minutes."

Lucy and I chatted for a couple more minutes, then I hung up. And back to an awkward silence.

I huffed when another five minutes had passed, and we'd literally moved one foot forward.

"Bad traffic," my driver — Taylor, I think — said. "Some construction and a bad accident, I think."

"Yeah, and it's a Friday, it happens," I sighed. "Don't worry, I won't take it out of your tip."

He laughed. "Thanks, appreciate it."

Silence again—save for the futile honking of horns—until Taylor cleared his throat.

"Sorry your date didn't go too well," he said. "Guy sounds like a real asshole."

I glanced up, finding the driver lookin at me through the rear view mirror.

"Yeah," I sighed, "I know how to pick 'em."

"Definitely wasn't because he didn't like what he saw," he said. "You're super hot."

Should I be creeped out or flattered?

"Thanks," I said with a smile.

I thought he'd leave it at that.

"Dude seriously sounds like a total idiot," he added. "I don't know what guy wouldn't fall over at the chance to make a girl like you cum."

I squeezed my thighs. Dammit, down girl.

I scoffed. "He didn't feel the need to, since he got what he wanted."

"Making girls cum is awesome," he said. "Like yeah, obviously I — we — want to get off, but that's only half the fun."

I shifted in my seat. My lacy panties were damp, sticking to my pussy lips and stiff clit.

"I mean, definitely awesome for us," I mumbled.

"Bet you're probably real uncomfortable right now," he said. "Aching. Clit's probably throbbing."

"I…"

He held my gaze through the mirror and winked. "Just a guess."

I tried to be subtle in my fidgeting and wiggling, but he knew what was happening. He knew.

"This traffic is the worst I've seen in a while," he said with a sigh. "Probably not going anywhere quickly."

I swallowed, and just nodded. My pussy kept clenching and only making my problem worse.

"You can go ahead and get yourself off, if you can't wait."

My mouth fell open, but no words formed.

"Or," he continued, "I can help you, if you want."

My body stiffened when I felt his hand on my shin. Calloused, warm.

My eyes darted from his hand to the mirror, to meet his eyes.

"Is this ok?"

"Y-yes."

His fingers stroked my leg in long, slow pets.

"Do you want me to help you?"

So badly. But here? Now?

His hand crept higher. He was half-turned in his seat in order to skate his hand upwards to my thigh.

I mean, his windows were tinted. And we were still not moving anywhere.

"Please," I whimpered.

"Move in the center," he ordered softly. "Spread your legs."

One hand shifted the car into park. The other adjusted the mirror to give him a full view.

By the time he was done, I had hiked up my dress and pushed my panties to the side.

"Yeah that guy's a certifiable moron," he said. "Look at that fucking pussy."

His fingers were caressing my inner thigh.

"Are…are you sure about this?"

"Yes," he growled. "You have no idea how badly I want to do this."

I sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers finally swept over my slit. After the fifth featherlight stroke, I whined.

"Please," I begged. "You know how desperate I am."

He chuckled darkly. "I know. Don't worry—I'll get you off," he said. "But I'm gonna take my time with this pretty little cunt."

I cried out when he flicked at my clit.

"I was right," he said with an airy laugh. "Poor little clit is swollen and aching."

"Yes," I moaned. "Now would you please —"

He sunk two fingers into me, and swore almost as loud as I did.

He started pumping. I gripped the seat, eyes rolling back. He was still facing forward, using the mirror to watch what he was doing.

"Poor baby, so desperate to cum," he grunted. "You've waited so long."

I whimpered, shoving my hips into his hand.

Then he unbuckled and twisted in his seat.

"Wanna make you cum so hard you see stars," he said.

He shoved his fingers back in and went for my clit with the other hand.

I clung to the headrest, bucking into him. Now that he was fully turned, he could fuck me with force. I was so close. Just a little more.

"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you?" He asked. "Finally gonna get some relief?"

"Y-yes!"

He gave me more—deeper, faster. Just a few more seconds—

I screamed way too loud for a closed space as I came, but I didn't care. Couldn't care.

"There we go baby, let it out," he said. "Cum all over my hand."

He slipped his hands out of me once my orgasm had run its course.

Taylor licked his soaked fingers as I came back to Earth, grinning like the devil.

I glanced up at the traffic, slowly beginning to move. But moving.

I still hadn't caught my breath when I looked up and said, "Can you pull over?"

His face fell. "Oh—do you want to get out? Did I—"

"No, no, not that," I cut in. "I just really need to fuck you."

He took the next exit like a man on a mission.

I climbed over the console the second we stopped in an unlit, vacant parking lot. He leaned the seat back, and I reached for his belt.

"I meant it—that I did it for me," he said, undoing his pants. "Didn't expect anything in return."

"So kind of you, truly, but this is more for my sake," I said, handing him a condom. "Please just let me sit on your dick."

He groaned. "Not gonna argue with that."

As soon as it was on, I sank all the way down. Every delicious inch.

"Oh holy shit," he groaned. "I — you — fuck."

I started riding him fast, fast as I could in the confined space. We were both moaning, wild and desperate.

His hands grabbed my ass, pulling me down harder.

It was frantic. Hot. Raw. I vaguely heard the horn go off a few times, but really, I couldn't think about anything but cumming.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," he gritted out.

I moved faster, rewarded by a slap to my ass.

"Need you to cum again," he said. "Let me feel you cum on my cock."

I was about to tell him that I was so damn close, but he leaned up to capture my lips before I could. And I think his tongue slipping past my lips is what did me in.

My orgasm hit a few seconds after I felt him start to cum.

He eased me down onto his chest after, my pussy fluttering around his softening cock, my thighs still trembling.

"Five stars," I panted. "Five stars for sure."

"Yeah, you think?"

I nodded against his shoulder.

"Even if I break the sacred laws of rideshare drivers and ask my fare if I can see her again?"

I just smiled as he tilted my face and snuck another kiss.

"Six stars, in that case."