Jac's Adventures 10: Claire

This is the tenth story.

This is the story of Claire.

It was a Saturday evening, early summer, and I was driving for Uber. A ride request took me into a residential part of Hollywood, to a small claptrap house sandwiched between two massive apartment buildings. I waited outside for a minute or two before two girls, two blondes in their twenties, emerged. One of the blondes was bigger than the other, squarer, in a big-boned way. She wasn't bad looking, but the other blonde was...much hotter. She was thin, with maybe b-cup tits, a nice ass, and a face that reminded me of early Jessa Rhodes. She had a shaggy mane of platinum blonde hair, a nice tan, and was only wearing a leopard print crop top and leopard print yoga shorts. She looked like she'd stepped out of an 80's music video. This was Claire.

They got in my car, greeted me warmly, and we immediately engaged in casual conversation. They were fun and bubbly, maybe not the brightest bulbs in the candelabra, but with nice personalities. I caught Claire's eyes in the rearview mirror once or twice, her looking quickly away each time. Sensing her interest, I decided to see if there was any way I could become a part of their plans for the evening.

"What are you girls up to tonight?" I asked.

"Going to a bar," Claire said.

"There's some big basketball game," her friend said.

"Sounds fun," I said.

Claire let out an excited sound, and said:

"You should come watch with us!"

I couldn't believe it. It's never this easy. It shouldn't be this easy. When it is, you don't pass go, you don't collect $200. You say:

"Yeah? I'd love that."

"Hell yeah!" her friend said. "Partying with the Uber driver."

"You can call me Jack," I said. I caught Claire's eye in the mirror and winked. She smiled and looked away.

So there we were, not fifteen minutes later, standing together in a packed sports bar. I bought them a round of drinks and we hung out around a tall table, only half watching the game. Claire and I quickly hit it off, most of our talk about Los Angeles, half bemoaning the parts we hated, half glowing about the parts we couldn't live without. I'd make her laugh and she'd then take a sip of her drink, looking up at me with unconcealed interest. And I'd check out her body, the skinny midriff between the tight leopard print. There's nothing like the ability of tight clothes to make you want to pull them off of someone, unveiling the body underneath. At one point I put an arm around her shoulder and she leaned into me willingly, and I felt the size of our bodies relative to each other, imagined what it would be like to hold her down and fuck her, for her to sit on my cock and ride me.

I think the girls' goal hadn't been to come and watch basketball but to come and meet guys, and Claire's friend quickly realized, from my interest in Claire and her interest in me, that Claire had already done so. She started looking around for her own, and, over the course of two hours, brought over three separate dudes. With each one buying her a new drink, Claire's friend got quickly sloshed, and her personality devolved. The game wasn't even over when she decided, gentleman caller #3 having come and gone, that this bar was a bust, the night was a bust, she'd had enough and she wanted to go home. I wasn't ready for my time with Claire to end, but I didn't have to worry, because as her friend stumbled toward the door, Claire turned to me and asked:

"Do you wanna come back and hang out?"

It's really never this easy.

I left my car at the bar, and we caught a different Uber to their place. Claire's friend sat in the front passenger seat, trying to pick up an Uber driver of her own, but he gracefully deflected. Claire and I sat in the back, our hands touching across the seat, her rolling her eyes frequently at the actions of her friend. When we reached their house we had to drag her friend out of the car to stop her from continuing on with the Uber driver.

The house they were renting was small and dingy but entirely theirs. Once inside, we started making cocktails, all of us hanging out in the kitchen. Claire's friend was getting even drunker, even louder, and started to grind on Claire at one point. Claire laughed, pushed her away, and her friend moved to me, pushing her ass up against my crotch. I raised my hands in the air and stepped back. Her friend called us "no fun" or something like that, stumbled to the kitchen table, harrumphed into a chair, put her head down, and closed her eyes.

A second later, she started snoring.

I turned to Claire.

"Did she...?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Yup. I'm sorry about her."

"That's okay. We all have nights like that."

"Some more than most."

We held eye contact, suddenly alone for the first time, everything suddenly quiet.

I looked down her body, over the leopard print stretching across her breasts, over her bare midriff, down the triangle of her crotch, her legs. I then scanned back up and looked in her eyes.

"That was quite a look," she said.

"You're gorgeous," I said.

I crossed the kitchen toward her, put my hands on her waist, and she stepped with me as I pushed her up against a counter. Our faces were now only a few inches apart, and her breathing immediately quickened, her eyes dancing over my face.

I put my hand on her abdomen, kept it there, feeling her belly tense and untense with her breath. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter. My crotch pushed subtly into hers, my cock stiffening slightly. Her eyes went down to where our crotches met, then she looked back up at me. Her eyes went over to where her friend slept, her face planted on the table, then back to me.

She closed her eyes and moved her face up to kiss me, but I avoided it. She looked at me, tried again. I avoided it again.

"No?" she said, her voice soft.

My hand was still pressed into her belly. I pushed it softly down her stomach, let my fingers play with the waistband of her yoga shorts. She looked down again, doing nothing to stop me. I pushed my fingers under the waistband, felt the warmth of the skin underneath, halfway now between her belly button and her pussy.

She looked up into my eyes, and we stared at each other. I pushed my hand down, fully into her shorts now, moved it over a small patch of pubic hair, and placed it across her vagina. Her mouth opened soundlessly. Her eyes glanced over my shoulder at her friend and back to me.

"Do we risk it?" I asked.

She looked anxious, but nodded quickly.

"We'll stop if she stops snoring," she said.

"It's like Don't Wake Daddy, but sex."

She chuckled, a quick exhale through her nose, her breathing still quick and shallow. My index and ring fingers were pressing against her labia, my middle finger extending down her slit. I started moving them all in a slow circle. Claire moaned quietly, her head bending forward again, watching where my wrist disappeared down the front of her shorts. As I continued slowly stimulating her whole vulva, I felt her pussy grow wet against the base of my middle finger. When I felt like she was properly turned on, I found her hole and curled my middle finger up into her.

She gasped and her hands went to that arm, gripping it, not pulling it away, just holding on. Her friend was forgotten to us, non-existent beyond the sound of her snoring. I put my other hand on the back of Claire's neck, and held her firm as I started moving my hand in a circle, running my finger around all the walls of her pussy, my palm over her clit. Her head pushed back again, her eyes looking at me now, her irises green-gray. She stared at me as I picked up the pace with my hand, her pussy getting wetter, curling my finger up now and gripping the top edge of her pussy in a U-shape.

Then her friend coughed.

I pulled my finger out, Claire gasping at the sensation. I pulled my hand out of her shorts, and I turned to lean back against the counter next to her.

Claire's friend raised her head off the table and stood up. Her eyes were half-closed and unfocused. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of vodka. She didn't speak to us, might even have been sleepwalking, and started pouring herself another drink.

Claire looked up at me. My finger was still wet with her juices. I put it in my mouth and sucked it clean. She opened her mouth in a shocked smile.

Her friend finished making her new drink (vodka, neat, the glass just about overflowing) and, still not having said a word to us, went back to the table and sat down. She held the drink in front of her for a second, put it down next to her untouched first drink, put her head back on the table, and in five seconds was snoring again.

"You think she'll be okay?" I asked. I turned to Claire, but she was gone.

"She'll be fine. This happens a lot."

I looked down. She was kneeling on the floor in front of me, her hands on my zipper, pulling it down. I watched her look of concentration, interspersed with her looking up at me, her expression mischievous.

"Naughty," I said.

"You're bringing something out of me," she said.

She shoved a hand through my fly, dug around for my cock, then wrapped her fingers around it. I saw her eyes go wide, and she dragged it out through my fly. She stared at it hanging in front of her face.

"Well, shit," she said.

With no other preamble, she lifted it up and started blowing me.

"Fucking A," I said, my arms raising with the sensation, a hand going to press against a high cabinet.

I quickly swelled fully hard in her mouth. She put her hands on the outside of my thighs and bobbed quickly back and forth, getting about a third of the way down my cock. I lowered my arms, put my hands in her shaggy blonde hair, pushed it back behind her ears so I could watch her face as she worked. Her eyes were closed, her lips and cheeks sucked in. It was the blowjob version of pizza. Even when it's not great, it's still pizza.

I looked over my shoulder at her friend. She was still snoring, but her face was turned in our direction. As soon as she opened her eyes, she would see Claire sucking me off right in front of her. This fear of getting caught only turned me on more, and I imagine was turning on Claire as well.

She popped my dick out of my mouth and started jacking it off with a hand. She looked up at me, I looked down at her.

"How's that?" she asked.

"Amazing," I said. "But stand up."

She did, and I looked down at her, thin and nubile in front of me. I put my hands in the waistband of her yoga shorts and pulled them down around her ankles. She gasped, looked over at her friend, looked back.

"At this point I think we could convince her this is all a weird dream," I said.

Claire chuckled again, and stepped out of her shorts. I looked down at her pussy, a triangle of dark brown pubic hair pointing the way to it. I put my hands on her waist, lifted her cleanly off the ground, and seated her on the kitchen counter. I then undid my jeans, pulled them down around my ankles, and stepped out of them. She shifted her butt, spreading her legs, and put her hands on my hard cock and tugged on it softly. The counter was the perfect height for us, and I stepped in close, lining it up with her pussy.

She wrapped her legs around my butt, her arms around my neck, and we both looked down at my cock, thick and throbbing, about to push into her. I teased her opening with it, pushing through her labia, pushing up and down over her clit and hole, and she moaned. She looked me in the eye again, those green-grays now needy and vulnerable, and I pushed into her. She gasped, wrapped her limbs tighter around me and put her chin over my shoulder as my cock stretched out her tight pussy.

When I slid fully inside her I felt it bump against her cervix, and she gasped. I pulled back, and said:

"Sorry about that."

"That's okay," she said, whispering, her lips touching my ear. "You're so big."

I turned my mouth toward her ear, and whispered:

"When's the last time you had a cock like this?"

"Never."

With her wrapped around me like that, her bare ass on the counter, I started pumping my hips slowly, making sure I wasn't bottoming out in her, giving her three-quarters of my cock over and over again, in and out, in and out. Her pussy felt incredible, like a warm wet fist gripping my cock. Her limbs continued to hold me tightly, her breath hot in my ear, as I kept fucking her, slowly and methodically.

Her friend snored and coughed again, and we froze, looking over at her. She didn't open her eyes, just turned her head the other direction, and kept sleeping.

Claire and I looked at each other, stifling laughter.

I put my hands around her lower waist, pulled her off the counter, and held her up under her thighs, my cock still buried in her. She was so light, and I carried her easily right past her friend and into the living room. I lowered her softly down onto the couch, leaning down over her and mounting the couch on top of her. The kitchen was connected to the living room, but we were behind her friend now, so she'd have to legitimately search for us if she woke up.

Claire lifted her torso off the couch to pull her crop top over her head, then threw it aside. They were indeed b-cups, the nipples light pink. I pulled my shirt over my head, tossed it aside, and we were both completely naked now. The couch had a hard vertical arm, and I pressed Claire's head into the corner between it and the back cushion. She was looking up at me in wonder, relaxing now, totally under my control. I looked down at her naked body, tight and tan, completely underneath me, my thick cock still buried in her, stretching her pussy.

I put one hand on the arm of the couch, and the other up on the back edge, giving myself leverage, and started fucking her again, faster this time, driving my hips and my cock into her, driving her into the couch. She opened her mouth, moaned loudly, and then clapped a hand over it, looking mortified.

We looked toward her friend as, like a horror movie villain rising from the dead, she sat straight up in her chair. We stayed completely frozen, watching in terror as she rose from the table, turned, and stumbled into the living room. Once again, her eyes were half-closed and unfocused, and she didn't acknowledge us. She just passed right by us, naked and mid-fuck at one end of the couch, and collapsed at the other end. She put her head back, and started snoring again.

I looked down at Claire again, both of us wondering how much the other wanted to test it. I got the sense she wasn't opposed, so I smiled, held a finger to my lips...and started giving her my cock even faster. Her eyes widened as I pistoned it into her, her head bent against the arm rest. I then started snaking my hips up and down, driving my cock into her low, then raising it, dragging it out along her clit, lowering it, and repeating the motion. I leaned my face down over hers and stared into her wide shocked eyes, making her feel dominated, as I kept working my hips to make her feel every inch of my cock in the best way possible, her friend sleeping not three feet from us.

After a couple minutes of fucking Claire like this I sat up again, brought her legs up perpendicular to her body, her ankles framing my face, and kept up the same motion. My hands held her shins, pressed her calves against my shoulders, and her eyes traveled down to my abs, tight and tense as my torso undulated. She took one hand off her mouth and pressed it down between her thighs and started fingering her clit. I looked at her nipples, pointy and hard, then at her blonde hair, piled up between her and the couch.

I bent her legs and leaned over and took her big toe in my mouth. She moaned through her hand and I looked down at her, shaking my head, her toe still in my mouth, my tongue running all over it. Claire's eyebrows pushed further up her head, her finger sped up on her clit, and I knew she was close to coming.

I rocked my hips even faster, increased the area my cock was stimulating in her pussy, and sucked even harder on her big toe. She suddenly yelled into her hand, a muffled sound that was still quite loud, and orgasmed. Her body shook, small quick vibrations, her still working her clit quickly, me still sucking on her toe, until she screamed and laughed into her hand and I slowed up the motion of my cock and took her toe out of my mouth. I pulled out of her, stood up, and let her legs fall down. Her pussy was bright red, her skin flushed, her hair damp around her head. She lay there, biting her hand, staring at her friend. I looked over at her too.

No clue. Dead to the world.

Claire slid off the couch onto her knees, then stood up in a daze. She put her hands on my torso, turned me and pushed me down onto the couch. I sat up against the back, my feet on the floor, and watched her as she mounted the couch, straddling me with her knees.

I put my hands around her back and pulled her torso into me and started kissing her all over her belly, her ribs, and her tits, as she put a hand on my cock and guided it toward her pussy. When it found her hole, she lowered herself down and my wet cock slid up into her again. She lifted her hips then, raising herself halfway off of me, lowered them, burying my cock again, and started up a rhythm.

I planted my mouth on her left tit, running my tongue all over her nipple as she rode me. I held her waist, helping her motion up and down. Then I pulled away and looked up at her, and she was looking up at the ceiling, her shaggy hair spilling down over her shoulders. She looked down at me, her expression intense, and she grabbed my face and leaned in and kissed me, starting to bounce harder and faster on my cock.

It was my turn to moan, the sensation awesome, her lust turning me on even more. My cock started to tense, pleasure building at the base, and I knew I was done for.

"I'm about to come," I said.

"Come in my pussy," she said, breathlessly, bouncing harder.

Her pussy slid off and on my cock one more time, her walls tight and wet, and I orgasmed. I felt cum shoot up into her, and she started pushing her hips back and forth on my cock, the same motion I'd done to her earlier, making my cock push all around inside of her.

"Oh god, oh god," I said, uncontrollable and amazing pleasure making my body seize up. She slapped a hand over my mouth, quieting me, and I looked from her eyes to her tight belly, curving as it extended and contracted, riding me, milking me dry. When I was empty, I sat back, staring at the ceiling, moaning softly into her hand.

She leaned in, giggling, and started kissing up my neck. The pleasure made me laugh, and we laughed together, all concerns about her friend briefly forgotten.

"Best Uber ride ever," she said.

"You can ride me anytime," I said.

"You mean with me?"

"I said what I said."

She smiled, leaned in, and kissed me, and we made out hungrily, my cock still buried in her, soaking in her pussy juices and my cum.

She then pushed back, grabbed some nearby tissues, and held it to her vagina as she stepped off of me. I slid out of her, my cock glistening wet.

She tiptoed off toward the bathroom, and I sat there, breathing heavily, her friend passed out at the other end of the couch. I stood up, pulled my clothes back on. When Claire came back, she wrapped her naked body around me one more time, we kissed, and then she dressed too.

I unfortunately couldn't stay the night. But before I walked out the door, getting an Uber ride back to my car, she put her number in my phone.

"If we want to have sex in private sometime," she said.

"What fun would that be?" I said.

She smiled.

"We'll have to find out."