Matt's Story

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I was having lunch at home when a text message came in from Miranda "Now Matt."

Hmmmm, I wonder where she is. Well, she said now, so now it is. I opened up the app on my phone and began. Slow pulses on long intervals, building up to a constant vibration at a low setting.

New message "Hurry Matt. It needs to be fast today."

I chuckled, "Okay Miranda, you asked for it." I fingered the app up to high random vibrations with rotation and let it run.

A few minutes later, three emojis: red parted lips, squirt and winky face. A new text message followed. "Thank you dear, that was wonderful. It made this board meeting quite enjoyable."

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I have only met Mrs. Miranda Howland-Ross in person a couple of times, which is unusual amongst my rides since my services are usually quite hands-on. But with Miranda it was clear from the very first meeting that she was going to be unique.

I pulled into the passenger pickup turnout outside an exclusive health club and spa in the hills above Scottsdale and left the air-conditioning running. After a few minutes four very fit and tanned women in their mid-50s emerged from the front door, all dressed in very traditional tennis whites complete with short, pleated skirts, tank style tops, ankle socks and white tennis shoes. They all glowed lightly with sweat and sunscreen in the high afternoon sun. They hugged and kissed their goodbyes and three of them headed towards the parking lot while one stayed behind, looking around. I politely tapped my horn once and flashed my headlights. That got her attention, and she started walking towards my car. Her tank was a little looser than the rest of her foursome's and her lovely and clearly natural breasts jiggled nicely.

"You must be Matt. I'm Miranda." she said as she slid into the passenger side backseat, tossing her tennis bag onto the seat beside her. She smelled pleasantly of sweat and coconut sunscreen.

"Yes Ma'am." I turned and offered her my hand. Given my line of work, establishing some form of early physical contact helps.

She smiled and offered her hand in return after pulling her ponytail loose and shaking out her slightly damp shoulder length brunette hair. "Dot was right, you're very polite. Please call me Miranda. So Matt, would you please find a spot in the parking lot that has some shade, preferably a corner somewhere not too close to other cars?"

"Ahh, Miranda, please take my advice on this. Our first ride really shouldn't be in the car. I can give you a much better ride in a hotel if your husband..."

She laughed. "No dear, it won't be like that. Please just do as I ask."

I shrugged, "Okay Miranda, it's your ride." I had to drive around a little before I found a corner spot in the dappled shade of a mature and well-groomed mesquite tree being vacated by a Porsche. I put the car into park and left it running.

"So, Miranda. What would you like from me this afternoon?"

"Are you comfortable with using apps on your phone?"

"Sure."

"Good, I'll send you the link." She pulled her phone out of her tennis bag, scrolling and thumbing it briefly.

A text message with an app download link showed up on my phone. I raised my eyebrows and turned and looked at her. "Seriously?" I said.

"Yes dear, now you go ahead and get that installed while I get ready."

I started the download and watched Miranda through my rearview. She pulled a small fuchsia colored box decorated with a silver butterfly out of her tennis bag. She pulled out a small roughly horseshoe shaped fuchsia colored device with a fleshy matte finish to it. It was bulbous on one end of the arc. She also pulled out a small bottle of what looked like lube and began coating the larger end of the device with it.

She glanced up from her preparations and met my eyes in the rearview. She smiled softly "It's okay if you watch dear. You won't get to most of the time." She angled her hips up slightly, hiked up the hem of her short skirt and pulled aside her panties. She was shaved clean and glistened a little from her sweat. She gently opened herself with two fingers of one hand and with the other slowly inserted the bulbous end of the device into herself, sighing softly as she did. She held it there with her hand as she adjusted the narrower end over her mound, opening her upper labia at the same time so that her clit was exposed and in contact with the device. Then she settled her panties and skirt back into place, leaned back in the seat with her legs spread slightly and her arms stretched out. She made eye contact with me through the rearview again. "Now, if you have the app downloaded, let's give this a try, shall we?"

"Okay, do you want me to talk sexy or..."

"No dear, I'll be giving you direction." She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "Although you can watch and play with yourself if you like. Just please follow my directions."

"Alright, whatever you want." I activated the app.

For the next 15 minutes she murmured instructions to me as her breathing became slow and heavy. "Slow vibrations now. Good, but a little stronger." "A little faster.... Okay... now pulses." Her hips squirmed, her head rolled, she gripped the edges of the seat. "Faster.... Stronger pulses." Her breathing became ragged. "Oh... good... good... now rotations." She gasped "Jesus... oh... God.... All the way up, everything.... Everything.....". She was shuddering and raising her hips, rotating them. Her face was screwed up with passion. "Oh... OHHHHH.... fuck... fuuuuuuuck.... YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!" She snapped her knees together and grabbed her thighs, her chin down on chest, her whole body quivering. "Good... so good." she whispered. She looked up at me in the rearview, still breathing heavily, and smiled "Again, but this time surprise me. If you sense I am going to cum, back down a little. Don't let me cum until I'm begging you for it."

After one unintentionally quick orgasm, I was able to hold Miranda on the edge of her third climax for almost an hour. It was kind of fun actually, sort of like a video game. From her first two I had gotten a sense for her signals. If she began to raise her hips I would bring everything down to a slow pulse until she lowered them again, her chest heaving. She would whimper and squirm but never touched herself, not even clutching her breasts or pinching her nipples. When just awash with pleasure her face was blissful, her arms at her sides. When getting close to a peak she would grip the front or back edge of the seat and her face took on an expression of concentration. I kept her on that roller coaster, weirdly enjoying the feeling of power.

My cock was terribly confused by this whole process. I was unquestionably aroused by the fact that I was controlling the clothed woman writhing and moaning in sexual ecstasy just a foot or so behind me. But it was at a remove that my little buddy didn't understand. My cock would twitch and jump into ready mode like a firefighter responding to an alarm but then discover that the bay doors were closed and the engine on the truck wasn't running. After three such false alarms it just threw up its hands in disgust and went back to sleep.

Miranda, however, was at full throttle. The windows on my car are deeply tinted, both for privacy and to beat the Arizona sun, and it is pretty well sound insulated, but her moans and squeals were getting to the point that someone in the parking lot was bound to hear. Finally, between panting breaths, she said "Oh my god I can't anymore. Please... please.... finish me."

My fingers danced and slid across the screen just as if I was pleasuring her with my hand, bringing all functions to their maximum. This time her hands flew between her legs, clutching at herself as she bucked wildly "Ohhhh.... oooOOOOHHHHHH GOD!!!!". I'm sure the car was visibly bouncing, and I looked around as best I could for anyone approaching, which fortunately due to the hour and the heat, no one was.

She came down slowly, her breathing slowing and her whole body relaxing into the deeply cushioned seat. She pulled a water flask out of her bag and drank deeply, then damped a towel that she used to dab her brow, neck and upper chest. She looked down between her legs and said "Oh dear Matt, I'm afraid I may have..."

I waved my hand indicating she didn't have to go on. The car smelled of sex. "Don't worry about it. I have leather seats and am on contract with a car detailer for a reason."

She wiped a little at the dampness on the seat beneath her anyway. "I must say Matt, you're well deserving of your reputation. You are a wonderfully sensitive and perceptive lover. And SO accommodating."

I laughed a little "Thanks... I guess. This was different. But at least I don't feel like all that time I spent on video games was wasted."

She sat forward in the seat and put her hand on my shoulder. She was craning her head to try to look down at my crotch. "Matt, would you like me to...you know... maybe?" and she made a motion with her fist near her mouth, poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue.

"Ahhhh, no Miranda. Thanks, I think I'm good. That was actually pretty fun for a change. Besides... "I looked at my watch "... I have a ride scheduled in a couple of hours. I'll be fine."

She sat back and crossed her arms, chuckling a little. "Guess there's not much risk of blue balls for you young man." She started to gather her things into her bag, although I noticed she left the device in place. She leaned forward again and kissed my cheek. "Thank you, Matt, dear. That was better than any post-match massage." She started to open the door. "Oh, and please give Camilla my love when you see her later." It was a little weird sometimes that my rides not only knew about each other but knew when I would be with them.

"Wait, Miranda, don't you need a ride somewhere?"

"No, that's my car right there dear." She nodded towards a nearby vintage and absolutely cherry sunburst orange Porsche 914.

I whistled low "Wow, nice sled."

She grinned and winked "Isn't she a beauty? I love the rumble and vibration of that big 2 liter." She bounced out and I watched her walk to her car, her hips swinging in a wonderfully relaxed way. She jumped in, fired up the engine, gave me a smiling finger wave, and peeled away. Her vanity plate read "GUDVYBS"

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My second ride with Miranda was an interesting one as well and in a much more public setting.

Text Message "Matt dear, please meet me at the following restaurant. Get a somewhat private booth if you can. I'll join you there. - M"

One hour later I was seated at a mid-range priced chain restaurant attached to a large shopping mall in Scottsdale. Seemed like an odd location for someone with Miranda's money, but she's the client.

I was scrolling through my social media when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and it was of course Miranda. "Hello Matt." She looked absolutely stunning. Of course, she was beautiful in her tennis outfit on our first meeting but today she was dressed in a thigh length cream colored lace bandeau top dress that left her shoulders and arms bare. The lace fall that draped over her breasts hid them while simultaneously accentuating their perfect shape and proportion.

As she sat across from me she took off her oversized designer sunglasses and the large cream-colored sun hat she was wearing. She gently shook out her hair which fell in heavy waves to her shoulders. Her smile was dazzling, and her gray-blue eyes twinkled and popped in the overhead lighting. There is no doubt that young and pretty is attractive, but older and classically beautiful is breathtaking.

"Interesting choice of meeting places Miranda." I said.

She chuckled. "It's a place where we're very unlikely to run into anyone from my set. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. I didn't always make the kind of money I make now. This place would have been high-end for me at one time."

We ordered cool drinks while we perused the ridiculously diverse menu. The drinks came and Miranda asked for more time from the waiter.

As he was walking away she said softly. "Matt dear, would you do something for me please?"

"Of course, Miranda. I'm here for you."

"Pull up the app if you would."

I gave her a surprised look. "What, here? Now?"

She smiled and nodded.

"Miranda, this seems a little too public. Do we want to risk drawing attention? From our first ride I sense you can be a little vocal."

"I'll be discreet Matt. Now, the app please. Just a nice gentle one to whet my appetite."

I sighed and pulled out my phone, hiding the screen under the table. I set it to a low vibration with gentle pulses to start.

She closed her eyes, smiled, breathed in deeply and let out a long slow breath that shook a tiny bit. She continued to speak softly "That's good Matt, really good. A little more if you would please."

I upped the strength on the vibration until she raised a finger slightly "Right there, perfect. Now, up the pulses... a little more... more... more. Perfect." She had her hands resting flat on the table and her eyes were still closed. I couldn't resist and increased the frequency on the pulses a tiny bit. She shuddered a little "Oh God, that's so good Matt. Right there...keep it... there." Her breathing was steady but coming out in vibrations timed to the pulses that were stimulating her clit.

After a few minutes she opened her eyes. She was breathing through her nose in shorter, sharper breaths. "Look at me Matt, look into my eyes."

As I did her hands curled into tight fists, her eyes went wide and she let out a long, soft, shaking "Aahhhhhhhhhh". Then, her shoulders and face visibly relaxed. "That was lovely Matt dear. Shall we order now? I'm famished!"

We ordered and conversed over lunch. I asked her about her work, her hobbies and her passions. I already knew a lot about her, as I had started doing my own amateur background checks on my rides, even if they were referred. A boy can't be too careful these days.

Miranda had been a full time sales and marketing manager for a well known custom home designer in Arizona who specialized in southwestern sustainable designs. One of the designer's first significant projects was a home for the man she eventually married. Miranda still did work for them occasionally which mostly involved referring her wealthy friends. She was on the boards of several large charitable organizations and was an avid tennis player. Her husband's digital footprint was quite a bit smaller. All I could find out about him was that he was CEO of Ross Holding Partners LLC, an investment firm specializing in tech start-ups in Arizona. I was never able to find any clue as to the source of his original wealth other than some remarkably prescient stock trades in Aerospace and Defense. I didn't press her on details about her husband.

Over dessert I asked the question that had been bothering me since her first ride. "Miranda, why the remote-control thing? You know I would do more for you, all you have to do is ask. You're certainly paying me enough."

"I suppose you deserve to know. You see Evan, my husband, is terribly jealous and the suspicious kind. Oh don't worry, I made reasonably sure I'm not under observation or tracking. But with the remote, there's no chance of any... well... residual evidence. And if he caught me with it, the worst he could accuse me of is being oversexed and hooked on a toy."

I shrugged. "If you're worried about me Miranda, please don't be. I've dealt with jealous husbands before and I can take care of myself in a fight if it comes to that." I didn't tell her about the small handgun I had with me at all times these days.

"It's not that simple Matt. You see Evan was in government service before he retired to Arizona. He doesn't talk about it much but I get the distinct impression that it was dangerous and he still has a lot of friends who are still active and potentially equally dangerous."

"Oh, military? FBI?"

"No, neither of those."

The hairs on the back of my neck prickled and a drop of cold sweat appeared between my shoulder blades and slid down my spine. I leaned forward and whispered "CIA?"

"Maybe, he never says."

Oh shit, her husband was a retired spook, probably an operator. He or one of his shadowy friends could easily disappear me. "Miranda, given this information I don't think it's a good idea..."

She touched my hand. "Matt, do you think I would have met with you like this if I thought it would put you in the least bit of danger? My god if anything happened to you and it got traced back to me, the rest of the women would never forgive me. It would end me socially in Arizona, if not the whole country, forever."

I snorted. "Well, that would be awful for you wouldn't it?"

"That came out badly, you know what I mean. All of us ladies think you're terribly sweet and we want you safe and in service for a long time. That's why I wanted to meet you in person today. To tell you that I want to continue with you, but it will have to be completely remote in the future. No more face-to-face encounters. I think that's best for both of us, don't you?"

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So that's how it all started with Mrs. Miranda Howland-Ross. About once a week I give her a remote-control ride and they vary by day and time. She rarely tells me where she is or what she's doing. Occasionally there are hints. I'm pretty sure one was during a performance of Wicked by one of the Broadway touring companies that plays the large Frank-LLoyd Wright designed theater on the university campus. The giveaway was the text I got later "For the first time I feel Wicked." with musical note emojis on either side.

From a business standpoint Miranda is without a doubt my highest margin customer. She pays me well above the rate most of the other ladies do, I suppose because of the added risk I've taken on with her... specifically her ex-spook husband. And frankly she's fun to service. Like I said, it's like playing a video game. On the rare occasion that we connect via voice, I assume when her husband is away, I try for the high score, which is how long I can keep her on the edge of climax. I'm up to two and a half hours.