Chapter 3

Apparently, word of mouth travels fast. Not even three days after my first “rideshare with benefits” I get a call from an unfamiliar number. The caller tells me that he is friend of John’s, and that John highly recommended me. He goes on to tell me, that John told him what a great ride I gave, him and that I would take him anyplace he wanted to go. I am taken aback a little. It is a bit forward for John to assume I would take a guy “anyplace he wanted to go”. I mean, it’s not wrong, but it is presumptuous. Or else I wasn’t as coy, as I thought I was, lol.

John’s friend, coincidentally, also named John, asks for an 8 PM pick up time and gives me the address for the pick up. Then he tells me that he has almost two hours for the ride, and tells me I can pick the route. WOW, I am really starting to like this rideshare gig. I tell John #2, that I definitely want to take the scenic route, but that it will cost more for gas, and tolls, and what not ... Without any hesitation, he tells me that he will pay what ever it costs, for a satisfactory ride. I tell him, I guarantee satisfaction ... or the next ride is free. I actually heard him GASP on the other end of the phone.

After my first experience, I decide to dress smarter. I was definitely not prepared the last time, for the rushed tearing off of clothing. This time, I am wearing a nice loose, flowing skirt and no panties. I also put on a nice pushup bra, that makes my tits even harder to ignore. Over that, I put on a nice sheer white, button up blouse, that gives just enough of a view of my bra’s lace pattern, to draw the eyes ... Yeah, as if eyes need to be drawn to my big tits, lol.

By the time I arrive at the pick up point, my pussy is so overstimulated that I am practically drooling down my thighs. I feel a trickle of my pussy juice sliding between my butt cheeks. I dance a bit in my seat, to relieve the tickling feeling of the offending fluid, and to alleviate the nervous excitement I am feeling. I see a guy, who seems to recognize the Rover, as I drive up. I open the passenger side window and he leans in, asking “Are you Karen?” With a flood of relief rushing through me, I answer, “Yes, and you must be John.” He tells me, “Absolutely,” and then hops into the back seat.

As I pull away from the curb, I look in the mirror, to assess my new “fare”. He is cute. He is big and strongly built, and I imagine that he can break me. A shiver runs down my spine, as I think this. Yes, more dancing in my seat. I see his eyes meet mine in the mirror. I actually blush and look away. When I build the nerve to look back into the mirror, his eyes are there waiting for me. He gives me a wicked grin, and my legs get so weak, that my foot actually slips off the gas pedal. As the car stutters, I hear him laughing in the back seat. I am about to make a smart ass remark to him, when I feel his hands come around my seat on each side, and cup my tits. I GASP out loud and think, “Oh MY ... I wasn’t expecting THAT.”

Stuttering, I tell him, “Therrre, is a nice sssscenic over look up ahead ... If yyyyou would like to ssstop.”

He SQUEEZES my tits, pulling me back against my seat and growls into my ear, “YES ... I really, really want to stop and take a better look...”

I am shocked that I am able to pull into the scenic look out, without driving right over the edge. My legs are weak and shaking, and did I mention that he is STILL holding and squeezing my tits? There is something so fucking hot about a guy being behind me, and grabbing me like this. For a second, I imagine that he is a guy who I was teasing so bad, that he loses control, and takes me by force. I feel my excitement spike even higher.

As I stop the car, he growls in my ear from behind, “Get your ass back here and show me those amazing tits.”

I’m already unbuttoning my blouse, as I throw my door open and almost run to the back door. He locks it and I stand there uselessly pulling up on the handle, over and over. He gives me a devilish grin, and tells me, “Take it off out there...”

“My GOD, he is a BAD boy,” I think to myself, as I start to slowly, erotically take off my blouse and bra. And to think my mother said all those years stripping were a waste of time ... I watch him through the window, as I teasingly unclasp my bra and slide the straps down my arms ... holding the cups to my full, round tits the whole time. As I drop the bra, I quickly turn my back to him. I smile, knowing how frustrated he is at this very minute. I slowly turn ... my hands now cupped over my tits. I squeeze them and rub my palms on my quickly hardening nipples. I push one arm across my tits, as I free the other hand. I wink at him and give him my best “come hither” motion with my finger.

I laugh when he fumbles with the door handle, over and over, forgetting that he locked it on me before. He realizes this, flicks the unlock button, and throws the door open.

Seeing this big, strong man coming at me with such overstimulated energy, is scary, but so fucking exciting. He reaches around me with one arm and pulls me to him so hard, that the air in my lungs is actually pushed out. Before I can catch my breath, his mouth is covering mine, and he is kissing me VERY hard and VERY passionately. He has literally taken my breath away. I actually start to feel light headed, and push my hands against his hard muscular chest. He releases me just enough to catch my breath. As I am gasping for breath I say, “WOW ... Holy FUCK, you really know how to make a first impression on a girl, don’t you?”

He doesn’t say a word, He just grins at me and then reaches his hands up to cup my tits. He keeps looking into my eyes, as he lifts my tits in his open hands, as if he is weighing them ... assessing their value ... Then he cups them again, squeezes them together, and takes both nipples between his thumbs and fingers. He rolls, and pinches, and pulls my nipples. The whole time he never stops looking into my eyes. I feel like he is looking right into my soul. I feel my pussy twitch with excitement. He notices me squeezing my thighs together and releasing, over and over. He smiles and I think to myself, “MY GOD ... This guy can do more to me with just his smile, than most guys can do with their mouths and fingers combined.”