A Lyft driver's Escapades

It started as an ordinary day, picking up rides all over New York. The back-and-forth to JKF and Manhattan had been nonstop. My last pickup for the afternoon was a woman fresh off a flight from Vegas, and it showed. She was short, fit, and still a little tipsy—clearly still riding the wave of whatever wild weekend she had. I could tell she noticed me right away. I was wearing a tight shirt and low-cut arms, my chest was boosting from all the push-ups I did during my morning workout. I felt confident and sexy. Her eyes lingered over my muscles, but I wasn’t complaining.

As soon as she got in, the small talk began, and she hit me with, “You’re a good-looking man.” I laughed, admitting that I drive mostly for the money because you can never have enough money.”

We got to chatting, the conversation flowing easily as we drove through the city. Her compliments became bolder, and I could feel the chemistry sparking between us. Every glance, every smirk she shot my way sent a thrill through me. I could feel the heat rising, not just from the summer day but from the tension building in the car.

Eventually, the conversation took a turn, and her hand found its way to my arms as I drove. It was subtle at first, just a light touch, but it didn’t stay that way for long. My heart started to race, but I didn’t pull away. I didn't want the hunger to kick in, it had been a while, and once it took over, then everything would feel too good to resist.

Pulling into a side street, we parked in a quiet spot away from prying eyes. The air in the car thickened with anticipation. She reached over, pulling me in closer until her lips paired with mine. The kiss was deep, heated, and full of the kind of urgency that only comes when you’ve waited too long. My hands roamed all over her body, slipping beneath  her skirt, teasing me until I was trembling with need.

I slid into the back seat, and she followed, pushing her skirt up as I kissed down my body. My tongue mouth found its way between her legs, and she could hardly breathe as I worked my tongue against her exposed clit. I could tell by the way she was moving that she was aching for more. I didn’t hold back, lost in the sensation, I pushed her closer to the edge.

Before I knew it, my pants were down, and I was inside her, filling her with my cum. The car rocked with every thrust, the windows fogging up as we lost ourselves in the moment. It was raw, intense, and exactly what I needed. I felt the pleasure building fast, and with a few more hard thrusts, I was coming, moaning in waves of ecstasy that I’ve never felt before.

When it was over, we sat there, breathless and smiling. She put her clothes back on, gave me one last look that sent shivers down my spine, and I dropped her off like nothing had happened.

As I drove home, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Another unforgettable adventure.