I want to thank Nthusiastically for her help editing this for me. Much appreciated!
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"Harder!" she shouted. "Faster!"
I wanted to give her exactly what she wanted, so I increased my effort. She was bent over the back of the car, her hands on the trunk, as I pounded her from behind.
How did we get here? A nameless girl on the side of a nameless road. And why are we both naked? There were questions, too many to dwell on, so I let them pass by unanswered. Instead, I just kept on pumping into her, feeling that pressure build up until I couldn't hold back any longer. One final deep thrust into her and...
I woke up.
As was the case with all of my erotic dreams, I woke right before reaching my climax. Just in case it was different this time, I checked the sheets to make sure I hadn't left a deposit. In my pubescent wet dreams I would cum in my dreams and awaken to find that I had actually spilled my seed. Since then I've somehow trained myself to wake up before I climaxed to avoid messy sheets. No, nothing there this time except a few drops of pre-cum on the head of my rock hard member. There would be no sleep for me until I took care of that, so I did what I had to do. I closed my eyes and tried to get back into that dream. Spreading the pre-cum over my shaft, I took a couple of hard and deep thrusts into her. That was all it took. Bedside Kleenex and all is well.
As I dozed back off I thought more about the specifics of the dream, but as is the case with dreams, the details got fuzzier with time. While I didn't know the name of the woman or the location of the roadside activity, I knew why I kept revisiting the dream. It started three weeks ago...
I drive for a ride-sharing company. I live in New York City, in Brooklyn, outside of Manhattan. While many of my rides stay on Long Island, a good number of them lead me into the city, especially on weekends.
This weekend was no different. It was late on a Saturday night. I had been driving since early afternoon and had already decided that the next pick up, if it had me heading back towards home, would be my last of the day.
The request came in to pick up 'Sue +3', Sue and three other riders. Four riders were the maximum my car could hold, so it would be tight with one rider in the front and three in the back, but increasing the riders also increased the chance of getting a tip. I was familiar with the location for the pickup, which was at a club in midtown, so I didn't need the navigation app. As I pulled up to the curb outside the club, a woman waved at me. I rolled down the window. "Are you Sue?" I asked, to confirm the pickup. "No, 'she replied, "I'm Cindy. I'll go get the rest of the group. Be right back." And she disappeared back into the club.
I've been in this situation before. "Be right back" can be a matter of minutes or much longer. I learned that I could turn on the ride once I made contact with the rider, so I did. There were multiple drop-offs, but the first was in Brooklyn, so I was going to be headed towards home. So far so good.
Cindy came back outside with three other women in tow. All four were attractive and were dressed for a night out on the town; with low-cut tops and short skirts, there was plenty of skin showing. I'd guess that they were all in their early 20's except Cindy, who looked to be a little older, perhaps in her late 20's pushing 30.
I got out of the car and held the back door open. Three of the women climbed in, and by the lack of grace in which they did, I sensed that they probably had more than their share of alcohol over the evening. I internally repeated my late night mantra: 'Please don't be sick in the car...Please don't be sick in the car'. It's happened before and it was not an experience that I wanted to repeat.
Cindy was left at the curb, so I walked around to the passenger side and opened the front door for her. Unlike the other women, she entered gracefully, with her short skirt showing a good portion of her thighs. I got the feeling that she was the more responsible party in the group, perhaps the 'designated driver' per se.
Getting back into the car I introduced myself and got their names back, albeit a bit slurred and with lots of giggling. The only name that I was sure that I caught was Sue, sitting between who might have been Tori, or perhaps Tammy or Toni, and Debbie, or perhaps Betty. I locked the first drop off location into the navigator and headed out of the city.
Sue and her backseat friends kept up the giggling and talking. I've found that people feel they can say anything in front of a car driver, or cabbie. I guess that it's similar to people feeling free to discuss anything with their hairdresser or bartender. The talk among the three in the backseat let me know that they had just left a bachelorette party. A male stripper was the entertainment, which was a surprise that Sue seemed to have organized.
"He had to be the hottest guy in the world!" exclaimed Debbie/Betty.
Tori/Tammy/Toni added, "He totally filled up his banana hammock!"
"His hammock overflowed (giggle)."
"Thank God you had the nerve to release him". Apparently, Sue had taken the initiative of revealing his cock.
The talk continued in the backseat, although in the front seat Cindy wasn't joining in. I caught fragments of their conversation; "That had to be the biggest dick I ever saw - at least in real life", "I couldn't get my hand around it", and "It kept getting harder - and bigger." From what I gathered Sue had not only been the instigator of the entertainment, but she was the one that kept taking it up a notch. She was the first to touch him once she removed his hammock, the one that supplied the can of whipped cream, and the first one to lick some of it off of him.
"That was definitely the biggest cock I've ever had in my mouth," she said. "I'd have liked to see if it could fit elsewhere."
When she said that I caught a glimpse of her in my rear view mirror. She was looking back directly at me with an almost evil grin. I broke contact and glanced over to Cindy. She looked over at me; she seemed to be a bit horrified and a bit apologetic. I returned a look of 'whatever' and shrugged my shoulders.
The conversation and giggles continued until I was at the first drop off spot. It was Tori/Tammy/Toni's and Debbie/Betty's and at an apartment complex; they either lived together or were having a sleepover. I helped them out of the car as it could have taken them a while longer to get out on their own accord. I got an eyeful of Tori's breasts as she leaned over a bit too far. She was very well endowed and they almost escaped her blouse. I also got a handful of Debbie's ass as she fell against me trying to stand up. She giggled; apparently, she was the main source of all that giggling. With one on each side of me, I helped them up the steps to their apartment and made sure they could get it unlocked. Once inside they were on their own.
Back in the car, I entered the next drop off location into the navigator. It was for Sue and showed as being a 10-minute drive.
