It was just another Saturday night, just after dark, when she got into my car and gave me one of the best nights I've ever had.
I was waiting outside one of the more popular restaurants in town when the front passenger door opened, and she leaned down, giving me a perfect view down her top. She was small chested, and she wasn't wearing a bra, so I had a clear view of her nicely shaped breasts, her dark areola, and nice pink nipples.
"I tend to get car sick. Do you care if I sit up front?" She asked, looking into my eyes, making no attempt to hide her breasts from me.
"Of course, no problem, just let me slide the seat back." I pushed the seat back, and she sat down, her black jumper pulling tight across her firm ass as she sat. She pulled her straight blonde hair back with her hands and let it hang over her shoulder as she looked at me.
"I'm Chloe. Nice to meet you."
I reply playfully, "I was going to say, you don't look like a John." Which was the name on the Uber.
"John is my asshole husband."
"I see. Well, I'm Ben. Very nice to meet you, Chloe."
Chloe is about 5'2" Very thin, but with a great, and I mean great, ass. Small breasts, she doesn't even bother to wear a bra and brown eyes. Her jumper is held up by two thin straps and dips down into a very low V between her breasts. It does an excellent job of showing off what little cleavage she does have. Finishing off her look are a pair of scrappy black heels that draw my eye to her very sexy feet. This woman is sexy as hell.
We start driving, and she messes with her phone for a few minutes and then looks over at me. "How long have you been doing Uber?"
"Almost a year now," I respond as I glance over at her crossed legs, one heel dangling off her foot.
"Ever have any crazy experiences?" She asks as she turns slightly in the seat to look at me.
"Crazy? Nah, not really.
like you see on those insane YouTube videos anyway."
I then proceed to tell her about some of my more interesting rides, and we have some good laughs.
She tilts her head and looks at me with a sultry look, "Ever fuck any of your passengers?"
I look over at her and her eyes never leave mine as she gives me this sexy little smile. "Nope. I can't say I've ever been that lucky." In a moment of self-deprecating humor, I continue, "I'm too old. No one wants this."
"How old are you?"
"I'm 50."
"No you are not!" She exclaims I'm surprise.
I laugh, "I most certainly am. In fact, if i had to guess, my daughter is probably older than you. She's 30."
She uncrosses her legs and slides her hand along her thigh, and I have to say, it arouses me. There's something subtle and sexy about it.
"I'm 28." She finally responds, smiling.
"See?" I say, "I could be your dad!" I laugh as she cracks a wry smile.
"Older men are better lovers anyway." Her hand brushes a hair behind her ear. "I've always preferred an older man to men my own age."
Is she flirting with me? I wonder to myself and then respond, "I agree. As we get older we realize that pleasing a woman and making her cum as much as possible is far more exciting than cumming ourselves."
"So you like to make women cum?" Her eyes are on me again, looking at me with this sexy confidence that I find intoxicating.
"There is nothing better than making a woman cum." I respond. "The female body is the sexiest thing in the world, and discovering what a woman loves, how she likes to be touched, and kissed, and fucked." I pause and look over at her. "It's the greatest thing in the world."
She doesn't respond, but the sexual tension in the car is thick. We drive along, talking about the weather and the upcoming football season. We get to her house, and I unlock the door so she can get out.
She smiles, putting her hands together in her lap. "I have a proposal for you. Hear me out before you answer."
"Okay, I'm listening." I sit and wait to hear what she has to say.
"I'd like you to come inside with me. You can do whatever you want with me sexually, but you can't leave any marks on me. You can be as rough as you want. Use me anyway you want."
My cock is already getting hard as she continues.
"The catch is that you can never contact me, never look me up on social media, and if we ever see one another in public, you must act like you don't know me." She pauses for a moment, then continues. "If I decide to do this again in the future, I will text you with a place and time, most likely a hotel in town. You must never respond to the text. Just simply show up. If you're not able to be there, no hard feelings."
She finishes and looks over at me. "What do you think?"
"I'm all in." Is my simple response. "One question, though." I continue. "If I see you alone out in public, am I allowed to talk to you?"
"That's acceptable, but only if I speak to you first."
"So, outside the house, you're in complete control, but once we step inside, I'm the one in control?"