I've been thinking about this encounter ever since it happened last Thursday, and had to share...
I had been out for dinner on a Thursday night with three of my friends, including a guy (Andrew) I had been flirting with for several months, but never did anything with, because he was dating another friend for a while, and the timing just never worked. We had a few drinks over dinner, so I was properly buzzed but not really drunk. I definitely needed to head home though, since it was almost 10pm and I had work the next morning.
If helpful - I'm a 26 year old, 5'4" brunette with green eyes. I usually just wear my hair long, a bit past shoulder length. Guys find me attractive, but definitely in a girl-next-door way - I can get a guy interested most of the time if I want to, but I'm not like bombshell that walks into the room and everyone turns their head! I keep in pretty trim shape through classes at my gym and some running. Andrew is a gorgeous dark-haired lawyer, probably 6' and very fit, but honestly it doesn't matter because I left him at the dinner.
That night I was wearing jeans (which wasn't very convenient later on), a green work blouse, and flats.
Anyway, I called an Uber Pool, and it arrived when we were all waiting outside the restaurant. There were already two people in the back seat, so I grabbed shotgun. It was like a Toyota Camry I think, so smallish sedan, clean but nothing fancy.
The Uber driver was named Amal, he was a strong looking black guy, maybe like a Michael B Jordan - just charismatic. When he greeted me (maybe it was the drinks), I definitely noticed he was cute, and tall - big for the car we were in.
He was already talking to the couple in the back, and they asked me how the dinner was.
"It was great", I said, "you guys should check it out, probably a great date place."
Amal laughed and said, "I haven't been on a date in months!"
I was definitely tipsy, as I just blurted out, "Bullshit, you're fucking hot."
We all laughed, and then he pulled up to a house, and the couple in the back shuffled out. He waved to them through the window and said they were a nice couple. It definitely felt different now that it was just Amal and I in the car. I noticed there wasn't any music on, and said how quiet the car was.
You could have cut the chemistry with a knife. He reached for the stereo at the same time I did, and our hands touched. He laugh-snorted, and it was seriously hot. Even just in that moment, I could tell how big his hand felt. With the music on, he started driving me to my place.
"You're going to Morrison and Park Ave, Riley?"
"Yeah," I responded, but I was just thinking how badly I hoped Uber didn't make him pick up any more passengers.
As we drove along the street, I could feel my heart pounding. I finally saw a side alley approaching, and I decided I was going to do it.
"Pull over up here Amal."
"Huh?," he responded. But he said 'huh' with a kind of... understanding. It was somehow exactly the reaction I was hoping for.
"You heard me." I was feeling bolder, and suddenly became very aware of my pussy, getting wet my frustratingly buried under my jeans, underwear, and the bag in my lap.
I've known myself and my sexual drive for years, and I knew in this mood I was going to go for it. No reason to even try and control myself.
Amal pulled to the side near the alley, and I told him to drive in.
It turned out to be a workable spot. There were a few windows looking in, and a light, but overall it didn't seem like anyone was going to come by.
Amal ended the ride on Uber, and went off-duty or something in the app. He turned and looked at me, and I was already looking at him. I reached over with my right arm, and started stroking his cock through his jeans.
