Katie's heart was pounding frenziedly!
As she hurtled her mid-size SUV along the interstate toward midtown, the twenty-five-year-old Uber drivers' fingers were fretfully drumming on the steering wheel. With her pulse thundering in her ears and her stomach tying itself in knots, Katie felt beads of cold sweat forming beneath her hairline. Her every breath was terribly labored and her brutally thrashing heart was now causing such pain in her chest that it was beginning to frighten her. Ordinarily, traveling to pick up a fare did not elicit such anxiety.
But this was no ordinary fare.
This was the woman of her dreams!
The woman of her deepest and most licentious sexual fantasies. Or at least, that's what she had been to start with. Now in addition to the intensely erotic and carnal physical attraction to this woman, Katie had fallen hopelessly in love with her. With the woman's physical beauty superseded only by her mental, emotional, and spiritual splendor, Katie had come to utterly worship and unreservedly adore her for she was, in Katie's mind and eyes, the most exemplary woman ever created. She was more than a woman.
She was a Goddess!
Katie sighed deeply before softly whispering so lovingly to herself, "Oh Deanna..."
Captain Deanna Brady was a veteran airline pilot. Over the course of her twenty-six-year airline career, she'd flown about every commercial passenger jet that either Boeing or Airbus had ever produced. Brimming with confidence, fortitude, savvy, and sophistication, Deanna Brady held both a bachelor's and master's degree in Aeronautical Engineering, as well as a second master's degree in Industrial Psychology. The woman was utterly brilliant and deeply cultured. She was regal, illustrious, elegant, and irresistibly luxurious. Enveloped by a vast aura of dignity, vigor, and success, she emanated such a commanding presence that was almost virile in nature, like that of an Army Field Marshal or Prime Minister or even the President of the United States.
Yet she was still so divinely feminine, alluring, and sensual.
Katie often found herself a literal pile of Jell-O whenever she was in the presence of this awe-inspiring lady! Every step the woman took and every move her body made was full of such incredible poise and steadfast purpose. And what an amazing body! Especially for a woman of fifty-seven-years-old.
Deanna Amelia Brady stood a splendid five-feet-ten inches tall with utterly magnificent feminine curves, masterfully sculpted and refined in the finest of shapely hour-glass perfection. Long, powerful, and statuesque legs, ultra-lean and slender torso, slim and sexy waist, long and willowy arms, full and flowing deep brown hair that draped majestically over her broad and alluringly toned shoulders, all the while framing her stunningly gorgeous face and marvelously accentuating her deep brown and utterly mystical doe eyes. Her voice was soft, soothing, and very sultry. Yet at the same time so authoritative, reassuring, and eloquent.
Katie had first met Deanna when she picked her up from her midtown penthouse six months ago during her first week as an Uber driver. Though Deanna Brady owned her own car, a Corvette no less, she much preferred to Uber to and from the airport. And Katie will never forget the first time she laid eyes on Captain Brady as the woman strode like a runway fashion model, with all that amazing confidence, poise, purpose, and sexuality out the lobby doors of the building in which she lived, arrayed in her full pilot uniform, scanning her phone in one hand with her roller luggage in tow in the other.
Katie was utterly shell shocked! She couldn't move or even breathe as she gazed upon this literal Goddess striding so sexily toward her SUV, oozing sensuality from every fiber of her being. Fumbling frantically with the door handle, Katie clumsily hoisted her five-foot-six frame out of the driver's seat and practically stumbled onto the sidewalk.
A soccer player throughout high school and college, Katie had a lean, athletic build, yet still so spectacularly alluring with all the perfect feminine curves in all the right places. Shapely, powerful legs with magnificent feminine muscle definition. Beautifully round and fertile hips, firm thighs, heart-shaped ass, slim waist, lean and sexy torso, pert and glamorously round breasts. Her skin was near porcelain smooth and perfect, silky to the touch and a year-round breathtaking shade of light mahogany thanks to her Mediterranean ancestry.
Her face was narrow with high cheek bones, plump and luscious lips, an adorable nose, and a pearly white, breathtaking smile. Her hair was wavy down to her sexy shoulders, when it behaved that is; and on that day, it was most certainly not. Walnut brown to match her crystalline, captivating and at that moment, lust-filled eyes.
Pulling herself together, Katie felt her heart clutch as her stomach climbed into her throat. Deanna was still engrossed in her phone as she approached. Katie was completely awe-struck, madly in lust, trembling to the core and feeling suddenly nauseous. She'd never seen this woman before in her life but felt as though she was in the presence of a famous movie star.
Suddenly the thought came:
"What if she's a total cunt? She hasn't even acknowledged me. She'll slide her fucking bags in my direction without ever taking her eyes off her phone and then wait for me to open the door for her without so much as a hello."
Katie quickly donned her adorable smile, desperately trying to mask the flurry of embarrassing emotions, and the insatiable lust that was wildly coursing all through her.
"Ms. Brady?" Katie managed to say calmly and clearly.
Deanna instantly looked up from her phone and gazed directly into Katie's eyes as she simultaneously slipped her phone into her coat pocket.
"That's me," she said in her soft yet sultry voice as a devastatingly radiant smile hastily materialized on her lips. "You must be Katie!"
Deanna's smile was the most beautiful Katie had ever seen. It sent shockwaves of sensuality and passion coursing through her every nerve ending and melted her to the very core.
"Yes ma'am," Katie managed to stammer. "I'm your Uber driver."
"So nice to meet you honey," Deanna said, still flaunting her luminous smile. "And thank you so much."
Instantly, Katie felt perfectly at ease and replied, "My pleasure. Here, let me load your bags for you."
"Oh, thank you sweetie," Deanna replied.
Katie took Deanna's luggage and was about to load it into the back of her SUV when it dawned on her to first load her passenger.
"Oh wait," Katie snapped, sharply turning on her heels and opening the back door. "Allow me please."
"My, my," Deanna said. "Talk about first class service."
"We aim to please," Katie remarked.
Deanna said, "Well, I've been riding Uber for quite a while now and you're the first driver to ever provide such quality and professional service like this."
"It's my pleasure," Katie offered humbly.
Deanna continued to smile as she stepped passed Katie and climbed into the backseat of the SUV, never once taking her eyes off the alluring young driver.
"Thank you," Deanna said softly as she settled herself in the backseat.
"Is that White Shoulders you're wearing?" Katie asked.
"Why yes, it is," Deanna replied. "You like it?"
"I love it," Katie said. "It mixes so well with your body chemistry."
"Well," Deanna cooed. "Chemistry is everything, isn't it?"
Katie felt her heart skip a beat and had to remind herself to breathe as Deanna gave her a coy grin and a seductive wink.
"It is," she finally uttered and closed the door.