Uber Fuced

Mr. and Mrs. Cold are millennial lovers. Every intimate experience between us is special and we think you'll be inspired and turned on by reading about them. We hope our sex life encourages couples to fuck like rabbits the way we do. We love feedback and like responding to special requests, so don't be shy. Give us some new ideas and it might make it into our next story... after we try it out in real life, of course.

Oh my goodness. I was so hungry. Mr. Cold and I decided to stop somewhere for breakfast. He wanted a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich, so I looked on Uber Eats to find one. I immediately found a delicious looking spot on 8th street and only ten minutes from where we were.

Today, I'm wearing a jumpsuit with spaghetti straps. My 34Gs are sitting up nicely in my strapless bra. Not too much cleavage, but sexy. No underwear. I try to leave those off as much as possible. I love it because the jumpsuit is almost satin... it feels like heaven against my pussy lips.

Mr. Cold goes in to check on our order, but he comes out quickly to tell me they don't have the order. I'm shocked and he is pissed. I can tell. His jaw is tight. I love licking that jaw and his milk chocolate skin. Though I'd rather sit in the car and think of all the ways I'm going to fuck him, I follow him back into the store front to help him figure things out. Long story short... we ended up back in the car looking for another restaurant.

We order the new food. Confirm it the order is accepted. Then we realize the location of the new restaurant is the same as our current location. We have 20 minutes to sit here and wait.

I forgot to tell you... before I went into the restaurant, I spilled my bottle of water on the passenger seat. The seat was soaked, so when we got back in, I had to sit in the back.

From the backseat, I told Mr. Cold to come join me. He looked back at me and my facial expression let him know that I had something fun in mind.

I should explain the environment better. 8th steet is a busy, popular street in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Washington, DC. There were people walking by. There was a landscaping truck parked one foot in front of us, and a minivan 20 feet behind us. Everyone near saw Mr. Cold get in the backseat. They may have seen us from the moment we parked.

When he joined me, the first thing he did was pull out his now hard dick. I hate it that he knows I can't resist sucking it when I see it. And I've been sucking his dick so much that I'm becoming what he calls "a dick eater." He doesn't know, but I want to get better and better at sucking what I call "my thick chocolate dick." 8.5 inches of thick sex. I love it. And I open my throat to receive it as I bob up and down on him, sucking as I pull off.

My plan isn't to just suck his dick though. My plan is to blow his mind, and I know just the way. Yesterday, he asked me if I could squat on his dick. Today, he's going to get his wish.

I stop sucking his dick, so I can take off my jumpsuit. He watches it fall down my body, leaving me in just my bra. I invite him over to my side of the backseat. At this point, I'm so happy to be a flexible yoga lover. We tuck into the back passenger side of our suv. His dick is rock hard and dripping with my spit and his precum. I plan my feet on both sides of his hips and squat down on his dick.

For me, it's all in the face. His mouth dropped open. Those thick lips I love, especially when he's using them to slurp up my pussy juices during his daily pussy worship time. Back to the story though. His eyes went really wide, his jaw dropped open, and he had my favorite look of ecstasy.

I braced my right hand on his thigh behind me, and my left hand on the headrest behind him. And I rode my thick chocolate dick. Squating on my lover over and over, blowing his mind.

I know he was overwhelmed because he never took my bra off. He always takes my bra off, because he loves for my breasts to bounce in his face. He loves to catch my large, used to be for breastfeeding, nipples in his mouth. But this time, all he could do was put his hands on my soft hips and hold on while I took him on a ride.

It wasn't until I was on top and fucking that I noticed the soccer dad in the car behind us. "Babe. There is someone back there. He can probably see us." I warn Mr. Cold, excited. "It's the white guy who was standing next to the car earlier."

While I ride him, Mr. Cold turns his head to see the man. Then he says something even more wild. "I know the guy in front of us saw us, too. The landscaping guy."

I begin fucking him harder because I'm turned on at the thought of someone watching me fuck my lover. I wish we were completely naked, so they can see his arm muscles. Usually I'm holding onto them while he's fucking me. I wish they could see his tattoos and be turned on even more.

"Babe stop," Mr. Cold whines. I love it when he says that. It's not our safe word, so I know he's still in the pleasure zone. "Why, baby?" I ask. "It's too much. It feels too good." Just like I thought. The only other time he asks me to stop is when I'm alternating between eating his ass and sucking his dick from behind. In those moments I have him squirming and trembling.

But we both know I have to climb off. We have food to go get. He feels me slowing down. "Baby... just a little more," he begs. How can he be pushing all my buttons? He knows I give him anything when he begs. So I bounce some more before sliding off.

We lift his white t-shirt, so I can access his nipples. I stimulate his nipples, flicking my tongue on his hard pebbles. While I do this, I stare into his eyes and he jerks off. I see all his desire run through those eyes as he recalls what I just did to him. And it makes me so happy to see him cum hard in a space too small for his six feet body. His muscles tighten up and he shivers in pleasure, cuming all over.

Afterwards, as he walks back into the pop up restaurant, he is fixing his pants. It turns me on to imagine what the people on the street are thinking. Do they remember when he opened the backseat door to let me go in first? Did they catch a glimpse of my naked ass? Did the car rock as I fucked him hard?

Uber fucked us. But without the fuck up, we wouldn't have had such a hot memory for our first shared car fuck experience.