Ride Share
by The Traveling Master
I was so incredibly grateful to have found a ride share that went all the way to my hometown! Since I came from a pretty rural community, buses took forever and my college budget didn’t really allow me to buy a car.
I was resigned to the fact that I would only visit my folks on long weekends or holidays when I came across this ad for a ride share that went right by my home town!
I was so excited! He only asked that the passengers split the gas bill and when I told him where I lived, he was more than happy to drop me off on my family’s doorstep!
Another big plus was his ride! So comfortable and luxurious! He had landed a big gig in the city, which afforded him a huge salary! He was still in his early thirties, but it looked like he was on his way to making it big in the sound industry or something.
But like me, he had strong family roots in a village not too far from my own and travelled there almost every weekend to recharge his batteries and see his friends.
He would send me a text whenever he planned to go back home and I would almost always take the opportunity to ride with him. We got to know each other pretty well over the long 2 hour drive it takes from my dorm to my home.
I would tell him all about my week while he drove and he played classical music through his state of the art sound system. I’ll admit, I found his taste in music incredibly boring at first, but you don’t go and complain when someone offers you what amounts to a 2 hour ride for next to nothing!
After a few weekends tagging along on his trips home, his music kind of grew on me and since we had gotten too comfortable with one another, I started to use the long ride to recharge my own batteries and often dozed off while the delicate instruments made a perfect background to lull me to sleep.
His front seat was so comfortable I just could resist! I would wake up, feeling incredibly refreshed and already at my destination. Talk about convenience! I always apologized to him for nodding off, but he insisted that it was no bother at all and that he was used to driving alone. He was even glad I trusted him so much that I would sleep and let him take me home.
He was so nice it was almost embarrassing!
Almost as much as the hot little dreams I started to have as I slept in his car....
He was older and had that rugged handsome look about him which made me start to wonder about what he would be like in the bedroom. I never let on that I found him attractive, but I could tell he would sneak a peek at my outfit when he helped me get in and out of the car.
My car dreams were always foggy, but they always left me with a sort of erotic yearning that made me go straight for my room once the ride was over. I would find myself rubbing one off as I tried to latch on to the fading dream I had while sleeping barely a feet from him.
Eventually, the dreams felt so real that it would always leave a sweet sort of salty taste in my mouth as I woke up from my nap. With every ride we took together, the feeling only got stronger as I started to actively fantasize about him. I would feel so excited when I knew he was coming to pick me up! I would start to yearn for his quick furtive glances as he took in my curves. I felt so naughty as I started to pick and choose sexier and sexier outfits to wear for my ride share with him.
His looks became more and more obvious as my skirts and top got shorter and tighter. He never commented on them, but I knew he appreciated each one!
The rides almost became erotic for me as I relaxed and drifted off into what was sure to be an erotic dream while he drove me. I would wake up fully rested and refreshed while also feeling incredibly horny as the after taste of my dream lingered in my mind like something I could savor in my mouth.
Then one Friday, I dozed off and dreamed I had ‘forgotten’ to put on a bra under my very revealing top. When he casually asked about it, I happily pulled my top down and showed him my naked tits! In the dream, he told me how distracting I was to his driving and I just licked my lips and told him that I knew just how to fix that.
I unbuckled and bent over the center console and freed his impressive erection. I ended up giving him the most relaxing blowjob I could muster while he drove and commented on how good I was.
It was so naughty!
When we got home and I woke up, I remembered my dream so perfectly that I could still taste the salty treat he gave me at the end. All weekend, I kept coming back to the vivid image of me blowing him while he drove.
Rubbing myself as I thought of how he would react if I did that for real...
On Sunday evening, when he picked me up to go back to the city, I realized I had done just like the dream and ‘forgotten’ to wear a bra! Unlike the dream however, he didn’t comment on my lack of undergarment and the ride was as smooth as ever.
When I dozed off, the same dream came back and once he dropped me off, I could remember it so clearly that I could replay it perfectly as I masturbated myself to an intense release in the shower. I could recall every delicious detail.
The feel of the center console under me...
The feel of his hand in my tangled hair...
My nipples rubbing against his seat belt...
The feel of his shaft in my mouth...
The taste of his cum...
God...
I couldn’t say why I fantasized about giving him road head, but I couldn’t deny that the idea turned me on more than anything I had fantasized about in my life!
So... When he came to pick me up the following Friday, I decided to surprise him! I knew he fancied me and I figured that any man would be delighted to get road head from a pretty girl like me. Worst case scenario, he would just decline and that would be it.
And inversely, if he accepted, I would be able to get this recurring fantasy out of my head!
Besides... Just thinking about doing it was already getting me all kinds of wet!
So I decided I WOULD put on a bra, but not just any old bra either. I made sure to wear my best one and then I put on the white t-shirt I had used during a spring break wet t-shirt contest. Very thin...
I immediately noticed his wandering eyes when he picked me up. Even in the fading light, it was extremely easy to see my bra underneath. Like always though, he didn’t say a word about it and we were off.
This time though, I made a point to talk and fight off the familiar drowsiness that came with riding in his car. We talked and I couldn’t help but notice all his ‘excuses’ to look towards my side of the car.
All ‘obvious’ driving moves of course, but I knew them to be opportunities for him to look at my chest. So, as I took a long sip of my coffee, I ‘spilled’ a large amount of it all over my shirt as we moved over a bump in the road.
He asked me if I was ok and I quickly spouted something about being a complete klutz before he started to look for a good spot to stop the car so I could change. He was such a gentleman!
I smiled at him and told him not to bother as I removed my top and revealed my lacy bra. He looked at me sharply and smiled, but didn’t say anything.
Damn!
Time to escalate things...
I did my best to make a show of checking my bra and commented how wet it had gotten. He told me it would make sense with the amount of coffee I spilled. He offered to stop again and I said it was fine.
I smiled and removed my bra!
I felt so naughty! Aroused! Exhilarated!
He swerved to the left as his eyes glued themselves to my tits. Finally!
He tried to look away as best he could, but I was glad to see he had a hard time of it. He finally commented on how comfortable I looked without a top and I smiled as I looked toward his crotch. He chuckled when I said that my comfort level seemed to make him feel a bit of tension.
I bit my lower lip seductively and asked if it bothered him that I was topless in his car. He smiled and said he didn’t mind as long as I was comfortable. He moved his pants around, confirming how aroused I was making him. He apologized for his erection, saying he couldn’t help it since I had such beautiful tits.
His comment sent thrills of delight down my spine! I moved myself to face him and made a point to look at his crotch, saying that I actually thought of his arousal as a compliment. When he said I should definitely consider myself complimented, I had a vivid flash of his cock, straining to be free from the uncomfortable confines of his pants.
I let my hand drift over the center console and touched his thigh, saying that I’d be more than eager to repay him for such a powerful compliment.
He only lifted his eyebrow and looked at me surprised.
I pushed things a little further by caressing the exquisite bulge. I felt a tight flex in my palm, which only made me hornier. He didn’t move or say anything to stop me, so I played with the metal of his zipper as I told him that I’d be happy to help him relieve his obvious tension if he thought he could keep us on the road.
Another flex from his confined cock was all I needed as a form of consent. I unbuckled my seat belt and moved myself over the console. My heart started to race as I anticipated what I was about to do!
I’ve never sucked a guy while he drove. Way too dangerous! But... I couldn’t deny how excited I was to try either! The fantasy was so erotic... So exciting...
I just had to try!
My hands finally managed to open his pants and to my delight, his impressive cock poked out on its own! I was momentarily mesmerized by it. So thick... So big... So hard!!
I was struck by how identical his cock was to my fantasy. The ridges and veins... The size... The color even! Seeing his cock for real only sent me deeper into my fantasy!
The moment I kissed the salty tip, I knew I would enjoy myself. Almost immediately, I felt a rush of pleasure flood my crotch as I engulfed his girth.
It was all just like my fantasy!
Feeling his hardness between my lips was making me drip just as much as in my fantasy. I forgot all about the car and the trip as I started to build a nice slow rhythm I hoped he would like.
I got lost in my own fantasy of it all as more and more of his cock went deeper and deeper. Even slipping down my throat!
Which surprised me quite a bit since I never really tried to deep throat any of my lovers before. But somehow, my throat adapted around his shaft with little to no effort without a hint of a gag reflex.
As if his cock and my tight little throat were old friends.
I felt his hand on my back, fingers gently caressing my hair and I thought about how incredible it must be for him. To have me like this, cock buried deep in my hot little mouth as he drove the long miles to our destination.
I suddenly pictured him driving, half asleep and tired after a long week and watching me sleep right next to him!
How rude was that?
That’s when I told myself I had better make this blowjob last as long as I could. It was only fair to help him relax after he has spent so many trips helping me do the same! Besides... I was enjoying myself so much I didn’t really want to stop just yet!
So I settled in and went as slow as I dared.
Sucking...
Kissing...
Licking...
Throating...
I made a point to lavish his cock with every attention and trick I knew. I even liked it when his fingers gently guided my rhythm and pushed me down fast along his cock! I always hated that with my past lovers.
If I was going to go down on you, I wanted it to be on my terms! But with him...
I relished it!
Everything became tainted by my own arousal and incredible taste I had invading my taste buds as my mind shrank down to the cock I was pleasuring. Before I knew it, he was bobbing my head faster than usual and he jammed his cock deep as he came gallons down my throat!
I did my best to swallow as much as I could while spur after spur erupted inside my mouth. Once I was sure he was done, I spent a few minutes licking up the excess and cleaning his cock before tucking him back in his pants.
I was so happy!
The real thing turned out exactly as I had dreamed it might! And the taste... I couldn’t believe how yummy he was! So tasty...
He thanked me and casually mentioned that I should probably cover up before he drove up to my house. I looked out the windows and was hit by the realization that we were already in my village! Time went by so fast! I quickly covered up and we made plans for the return trip.
All weekend long, I felt giddy and excited about Friday’s drive. How incredible was it? Me blowing him while he drove... For so long too! I touched myself a few times thinking back to his cock. I couldn’t figure out why, but I was so eager to taste him again!
On the return trip, he mentioned that he really appreciated the head I gave him. Saying that it was hands down the best he had ever gotten.
I blushed wildly at his compliment.
He then asked if I enjoyed it and I was forced to admit that I had. He chuckled at that as we got onto the highway. The classical music filled my ears and I felt the familiar drowsiness set in, but at the same time, I also couldn’t keep my eyes from drifting to his crotch.
When he noticed my lingering eyes, he stretched his left arm towards me and rested his wrist on the seat behind me. His fingers started to play in my hair, bringing back vivid images from a few days ago. I licked my lips as I savored his touch.
I almost missed it when he casually said that since we both enjoyed ourselves last time, there was no real reason not to enjoy ourselves again.
My heart started to race as I understood what he meant. Was he really asking me for a blowjob? Oh god... The thought raced through my mind like wildfire. All at once, I was both surprised and aroused.
It was bold of him to ask, but then again, I was pretty forward too!
Truth be told, I was already thinking about giving him another blowjob when he asked. The soft music only reminded me of how incredible he tasted and how fun it was to suck him while he drove.
So I smiled and told him I thought he would never ask!
He guided me to his crotch and in no time at all, I was right back inside my own little fantasy as the arousal of the situation made my mind all fuzzy. I worshipped his cock in slow sloppy strokes as he cranked up the classical music, making me relax even more into my task...
Until he filled my mouth with his sweet cum and we had arrived at my dorm.
If anything, that second time around was even more satisfying to me than the first. So when our next trip came up, I didn’t wait for him to ask and just took off my top once we were on the highway and played with my tits a little before I bent over to his side and placed his incredible shaft in my warm mouth.
We spent a few rides like that and I have to say that I’m starting to look forward to them more than the destination. All week, I find myself looking up better ways and techniques to make his car head extra special. I sort of prided myself on being rather exceptional at making him last so long!
It’s so easy too... I just have to relax and listen to his wonderful music as I pleasure and suck his glorious cock. I don’t even have to think! I just have to let my mouth do all the work while my mind floats away in the pleasure of the situation.
He mixes things up of course, sometimes he lasts until we get to our given destinations while on others, he tests me and cums fast at the beginning of the ride and dares me to make him cum again.
My personal best is 3 times!
This Friday though, he changed things up even further. Like on most rides, I had taken to either wearing a very sexy bra on none at all while I blew him. He had played with my tits while he drove and that sent me even deeper into the joy I felt when I had his cock in my mouth. When I finally swallowed his huge load, I realized we had stopped at a strange house. He told me that this was his home and he invited me inside to visit.
I was so excited, I didn’t even bother to cover up!
Once we toured the house, he sat on the sofa and I sat next to him, telling him how happy I was to be there with him. He smiled and grabbed a fistful of my hair before saying he was just as happy.
He pushed me down on his half erect cock and I was all too eager to suck him until he got hard again. Even there in his home, I just couldn’t get enough of the taste of his cock!
The haze filled my mind as I nurtured him tenderly. How long? I couldn’t say or care, but eventually, he got rock hard and started to actively fuck my throat. I was in heaven! Especially when he told me to remove my skirt and sit on his cock.
I was so aroused I never stopped to think that we had never fucked before!
But as soon as his cock pushed itself inside, I forgot all about it and tried to control the raging pleasure that ignited in my crotch. I came so many times I kind of got lost in the moment, only coming back to myself as he jerked himself off all over my face and tits.
I spent the weekend at his place and we fucked like rabbits! So much that I just didn’t bother to wear clothes. Besides... When he saw me naked, he would often get inspired and ask me to blow him, which I did since every waking minute saw me yearn for a taste.
He also used his pretty elaborate home speakers to let me relax and hear a ton of new and wonderful nuances to the classical tracks I had grown to love. Needless to say, I slept like a baby!
On the ride back towards the city, I wasted no time and sucked him languorously while he told me about how it would be awesome if I moved in with him. That way, I wouldn’t crave his cock all week and would be able to suck it every day without having to wait for our usual car ride.
The idea was perfect and I listened to all the other stuff he wanted to tell me while he drove us home.
It’s been a few months since I moved into his place and I couldn’t be happier! He was right, it was way more convenient to live with him. Every morning, I get to wake him up by tasting his morning wood. He’s such a good sport, he never stops me from tasting his cock when my craving hits. He could be working on his computer or playing an online game when suddenly, I get this uncontrollable urge to suck him off. He would just smile and give me access before continuing with what he was doing.
I honestly don’t mind! I even like it...
It means I get to crawl back in my relaxed state where nothing except his cock and my mouth get to exist in perfect exquisite harmony...