One Hot Ride

The Uber pulls up to my hotel, and I notice the driver immediately. Tall, dark, handsome, the classic van dyke that I love and a smile that would make any woman, including me, drop her panties, IF I were wearing any. I smile back and, as is a passenger's prerogative, I choose to ride in the front seat. We make small talk, which quickly heads to innuendo and the heat between my legs builds. Without taking my eyes off his, my hand wanders to his lap. We continue to talk as I wrestle the button of his jeans, unzip them and as my head dips down, his cock falls right into my mouth. The car swerves and a horn blares somewhere in the distance. His breathing picks up, a drop of pre-cum appears on the tip and I eagerly lick it off.

"Jesus! That tongue!" I run my tongue around the crown like an ice cream cone, wanting to feel his cum coast down my throat. I slide down, stopping just before it hits the back of my throat, and wrap my hand firmly around the base. "My God!!" He thrusts his hips against my mouth and I bob my head faster, tracing the length with my tongue. I feel his cock jump, letting me know he's about to cum. I want to taste him so badly. He grabs my hair, gently pushing his cock further into my mouth. He moans, and with one final thrust, stream after stream of salty cum shoots down my throat. I lift my head and he wipes my lip with his thumb, sliding it into my mouth so I don't lose one precious drop. I smile, feeling proud & a little smug, knowing that I made him cum that hard.

We arrive at the club & I kiss him gently before I get out of the car. "Thanks for the ride." He smiles slyly, grabs my hand & says, "I should be thanking you." And I head into the club. I find a seat at the bar and order a drink. One by one, the friends I planned to meet arrive, and we make our way to the dance floor. We're dancing and laughing and having a great time.

The dance floor is packed and hot as hell so I head back to the bar and order another drink. I'm just hanging out, resting and finishing my drink, when a deep, familiar voice wraps around me like warm honey, "Can I buy you another drink, princess?" He already has a nickname for me? Normally this would piss me off, but from him, I sort of like it. "I don't usually let strangers buy me drinks." One dark eyebrow goes up at the word "strangers" and the game begins.

Moving his mouth to my ear, he whispers "I don't think that, technically, we would be considered strangers since less than an hour ago your beautiful lips were wrapped around my cock." I feel my cheeks turn crimson and, raising my glass, I meet his gaze. "Touché." He signals the bartender, and he appears within seconds. "Another margarita for the lady, and I'll take a bourbon, straight up." Our drinks arrive & I ask, "Are you trying to get me drunk?" My tone is flirty as I accept the margarita, he hands me.

He takes a sip of his drink, not taking his eyes off mine. Without a word, he turns my bar stool to face him, and slides his hand between my legs. My skirt inches up my thighs and his hand slides under my skirt, increasing the heat between my legs.

I take a long, slow drink, draining half my glass. The beat of the club music thumps around us while patrons party and laugh, paying no mind to what we're doing. It makes me brave...makes me want him to touch me in ways I shouldn't want to be touched in public. The need soaks me, and I want him to feel how wet I am. One more gulp and I finish my drink. I scoot forward on my bar stool, my legs spreading further around him, and his eyes widen for a split second before he moves his hand higher.

"i think you want more than to get drunk, princess."

"No sugar, I want to be stone cold sober for this." His fingers are so close to where I want them, but he still doesn't touch me. The bartender's voice interrupts, but neither of us moves. "Another round?"

"Just for the lady." He reaches his free hand into his pocket and pulls out a twenty, tossing it towards the bartender. He uses the movement to get closer, and I bite my lip as one finger slides across my clit. I want him. I need him. When the bartender returns with my drink, he nods to the money. "We're good, Bud." His eyes still don't leave mine as he hands me my drink. "You won't ever think of this place again and not remember how I made you cum against my hand in this crowd," he whispers in my ear. I take a sip, as he slides a finger inside me. I gasp as he teases me, sliding his finger in and out. "Is that right?" I murmur, trying to sound flirty, when I'm actually just trying to keep from grinding against his hand. "That's right. I'm going to have you biting that lip, trying to keep from crying out, as you cum right in your seat." At that moment, his thumb finds my clit. All the noise in the bar is silenced by the blood pounding in my ears. My eyes focus on him, and every sensation in my body centers on his touch.

I squeeze my eyes shut and grip his arm. My nails dig in and my lip stings as I bite it. I will myself not to cry out, and almost lose that battle when he thrusts again and presses his thumb against my clit. My orgasm is quick, intense, and amazing.

As good as it feels, I pull on his arm, as a silent sign to stop before everyone at the bar, including my friends, figure out what we're doing. He mercifully pulls his hand from between my legs. His fingertips glisten in the club lighting from my wetness and instead of wiping them on a napkin, he sucks his middle finger and thumb & whispers, "I knew how sweet you would taste."

I get up from my barstool, kiss him and excuse myself to the ladies room. I walk down the long hallway and just as I put my hand on the doorknob, I feel the warmth of him behind me and he gently pushes me inside and presses me against the door, locking it. Without a word, his lips envelope mine and I undo his jeans. He pulls my leg around him and slides his cock against my wetness, leaking precum, gliding in our wetness. He guides it into me and, after few thrusts we're both close. Our breath is ragged, our kissing desperate. Feeling my orgasm near, he continues to thrust, pushing me up on my toes. We're both right on the edge, letting the feeling take us over. My hands are in his hair and he grabs my ass, as his mouth takes mine over and over. And as my inner muscles clamp down on his thick, hard cock, it pulses, my orgasm explodes and he empties himself deep inside me.

He pulls out and I stumble as I try to pull my dress down. He steadies me with a hand on my waist and I lean against the door, trying to catch my breathe. Once we've recovered, we kiss one last time, I straighten my dress, he zips and buttons his jeans and we go our separate ways.