I Ride the Uber Driver in a Wal-Mart Parking Lot

I’m not the type of person who goes clubbing. My friend, Diana, knows this but insists I go with her. She claims she never gets to go out, as if it’s my fault she recently had twins. Though, for just having kids, she looks great. Her body not only looks as if she’s never missed a day at the gym, but the twins on her chest are more plump and perky than ever before.

It’s obvious she’s quite aware of her bountiful breasts by the extremely low v-cut dress she’s wearing. I can’t help but imagine burying my face in between her tits and making that ridiculous motorboat sound with my mouth.

To distract myself, I grab my phone to order an Uber. A picture of a cute, younger-looking man named Travis pops up, saying that he’ll pick us up in a white Kia Niro EV.

Ooh, an electric car. Guys who care about the environment are sexy. I keep this thought to myself, just as I did dreaming about resting in between the glorious pillows on Diana’s chest.

The Uber arrives and as I go to step in, my inexperience with way-too-short dresses shows…as does my non-existent panties to the driver as I get in. He tries to hide his excitement but fails miserably. His voice squeaks as he greets us and I giggle.

Teasing him, I say, “the breeze outside feels great.”

He clears his throat. I know he’s thinking about the wind softly caressing my neatly trimmed landing strip above my pussy as he replies, “Nothing like the wind in your hair.”

My friend glances over at me, confused as to why we’re talking about the weather when she knows how much I hate small talk.

I lean over and whisper in her ear, “I caught him looking up my dress…and I’m not wearing panties.”

She’s not one to blush easily, but this does the trick. She covers her mouth to conceal a gasp. As her mouth is revealed again, I see a rather promiscuous grin glaring at me. Distracted by the look she’s giving me, I don’t notice where the hand once disguising her lips is going…to my lips, but not the ones on my face.

The touch of her fingers causes me to blurt out an incomprehensible sound, yet distinctive to pleasure. The driver picks up on this as he adjusts the rearview mirror. I should be worried about the safety of his eyes upon my vagina rather than the road, but I’m too overcome by pleasure.

I fooled around with my friend as a freshman in college, but I chalked that up to being two young girls experimenting. To have her rubbing my clit ever so wonderfully years later sparks unexpected excitement with a hint of nostalgia.

I can tell she’s staring at me wondering if I approve. I reach out and caress her long brunette hair, giving it a gentle tug at the end before placing my hand on her soft, exposed thigh, giving it one hell of a squeeze. I think she has her answer.

She slips her fingers in, and leave it to a woman to know exactly what to do when inside. She zeroes in on my g-spot and works it majestically. I want to curse her for putting me in a trance with her magical fingering powers, but I’m biting my lip the best I can to not distract the driver with boisterous moans.

The thought of the driver causes me to look up. In the midst of my excitement, I had not noticed he parked, even though we are nowhere near our destination, unless you consider the parking lot of Wal-Mart a club. He could have parked in a less populated area, but who am I to tell him what to do? After all, I’m the one getting my wet pussy all over his seats.

Now that I feel safe we’re not going to wreck, I turn my attention to my friend. I reach over and pull her v-neck dress to the sides, as her boobs are exposed one at a time. They seem to float as if she’s in zero gravity…honestly, I’m jealous.

I lean over to twirl my tongue around her nipple. She strokes the back of my head, allowing me to continue for a bit, before grabbing my hair and pulling me back. I’m turned on by her taking control. She kisses my neck, slowly working her way up to my lips.

I continue to fondle her breasts as we make out and can tell by her arm movements that she is touching herself. I forget we’re not alone until I hear a moan from the front seat.

Diana pulls back, grabs my face, and after nibbling on my ear whispers, “I think our friend is lonely. Can I watch you?”

Before replying with a nod that screams, hell yes, I give her a kiss and make my way forward. It would be more graceful to get out of the car and enter through the door, but I want my pussy in her face as I crawl to the front.

Upon awkwardly making my way onto the passenger seat, I see that our Uber driver has been keeping his hands busy. He has one hand on his phone, I assume filming us, and the other leisurely stroking his cock.

As I settle into my new seat, I pull down the top of my dress. Ironically, as soon as I flash my headlights, a car parked across from us turns on theirs. I freeze, waiting for the car to leave, but they’re not budging.

Sitting there, lit up like I’m in a Broadway show called, Tits the Musical, I choose to duck down behind the dash, which places my head right by our driver’s lap. Since I’m already here, I turn my head and kiss the tip of his penis. I hear praises from Diana in the back, encouraging me to keep going.

As I place my lips around his shaft, I feel a hand against the back of my head and assume it’s his. The longer it rests on the back of my head, guiding me up and down, I can tell by the rings and tiny fingers that it’s Diana’s hand.

Just when I come to this realization she presses down, forcing his large cock into my throat. She continues to hold my head still as he begins to face fuck me. I have tears in my eyes, yet I’m not in pain. I’m enjoying every second of it, though I wouldn’t mind catching my breath.

I tap on Diana’s arm and she releases her hand, allowing me up to breathe. I grasp for air as saliva and possibly pre-cum drip from my mouth. My throat needs a break, and I need a dick inside me, so I decide it’s high time for me to give our driver a ride.

As I fumble my way over to the driver’s side, he hands Diana his phone. With her hand that’s not two fingers deep in her pussy, she eagerly accepts it.

“Okay, but you have to send this to me when we’re done,” Diana instructs the driver.

Before he can reply, I’m straddling him with my arms around his neck, smothering him with my fun bags. I don’t normally refer to my breasts as such, but I’m having a great time and that’s the first thing that pops into my head. I open my mouth to tell Diana what I am giggling at, but my words are interrupted by a most pleasurable moan.

The driver surprises me in the best way possible as the tip of his dick rubs against my clit. As I hover over his cock, I look out the window, making eye contact with someone sitting in their car a couple of parking spaces down. I wonder how many people are in their cars watching as I slide my vagina over his member, making it disappear like a magic act.

At this point, I’m hopping up and down on his dick with more energy than the Energizer bunny. Diana leans forward to make out with me, and to my astonishment, I’m able to keep my head still long enough to do so, even as I essentially twerk the hell out of his cock.

Our kissing is interrupted by her biting my lip hard enough to make me tense up. I’m sure the contractions of my pussy feel great to the driver, but up top, I feel like I’m sucking face with Hannibal. She releases me from her clutches and I now see why.

Diana rubs her clit with the speed of a thousand gods, suddenly squirting all over the back seat. I can’t help but laugh thinking about the mess he’ll have to clean up later, though I’m more concerned about how loud she comes. Granted, we haven’t been very discreet in general so I don’t think it matters at this point.

Just as Diana recovers from her orgasm, she tells the driver someone named Katie is trying to FaceTime him.

For the first time, he seems worried as he yells, “Oh fuck, don’t pick it up!”

She picks it up. Diana greets the woman who appears on screen.

Instead of a friendly greeting back, she receives, “Who the fuck are you? Where’s Travis?”

Diana, just now remembering her tits are still out, replies, “He’s busy, would you like to leave a message?”

“I’m his girlfriend! Put him on now!”

“Okay, if you insist.”

Diana flips the phone around, showing me riding her boyfriend. To be fair, if I had known he had a girlfriend who was not willing to share, I wouldn’t be pouncing on his cock right now. I can’t understand what his girlfriend is yelling, but I can tell she’s not happy.

I’m so close to finishing that I’m struggling with whether I should get off of him, or get off on him. My brain isn’t capable of making wise decisions at this point, thus I choose the latter.

As I start to come, I have an out-of-body experience. The world is moving in slow motion as I float around the car. I see Diana sitting in the soaked seats in the back laughing hysterically at what’s unfolding. I witness the woman on the phone raging as her boyfriend and our driver frantically tries to apologize to her, yet he makes no attempt to remove me from his dick. And I see myself, basking in the glorious orgasm I’m having, without a care in the world.

Suddenly reality kicks back in. Though the woman on the phone has every right to yell, it’s killing my vibes. I reach over and end the call. I push myself off the driver and practically roll over to the passenger seat. He begins telling me how he’s not finished yet. I kindly let him know I don’t give a damn. I consider blue balls his punishment for not being honest.

I fix my dress as Diana and I get out of the car. Travis tries to persuade us to come back, but I know he just wants to blow a load on me, and I’m not going to give him that opportunity. Diana follows me as I walk over to the car a couple of spots down. Bending over as I adjust my boobs, the man I made eye contact with earlier rolls down his window.

In a soft, innocent voice I ask, “Would you mind giving us a ride back to my friend’s place?”

Needless to say, he agrees.


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