I Asked My UBER Driver to Touch Me and Make Me Cum while Driving Me Home [Car sex]

The dashboard lights cast an eerie glow as I slid into the backseat of the Uber, the driver’s eyes meeting mine in the rearview. “Take me home,” I rasped, my voice already thick with desire. He nodded, pulling away from the curb, and I unbuttoned my shorts, pushing them down just enough to expose my pussy, the pink thong barely covering my slick lips. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white, but he didn’t say a word. I spread my legs wider, the seatbelt digging into my thigh, and slipped a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in slow, deliberate circles. The car filled with the sound of my wet pussy, the smell of my arousal thick in the air. “Touch me,” I demanded, my voice a low growl. He hesitated for a moment, then reached back, his rough hand grabbing my thigh, squeezing hard before moving up to my soaked thong. He rubbed me through the fabric, his fingers pressing hard against my clit, making me moan loudly, the sound echoing in the confined space.

The car swerved slightly as he adjusted his seat, giving him better access. He pushed my thong aside, his fingers delving into my wetness, fucking me with a urgency that matched my own. I bucked against his hand, my hips moving in time with his fingers, the sound of skin on skin filling the car. I could see his cock straining against his pants, the bulge growing with each passing second. I reached out, my hand wrapping around his thick shaft, feeling it pulse in my grip. He groaned, his fingers moving faster, harder, as I stroked him, my hand moving in sync with his thrusts. The car filled with our moans, the smell of sex and sweat, the tension building until I couldn’t take it anymore. I came hard, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me, my scream filling the car as he continued to fuck me with his fingers, riding out my orgasm until I collapsed back against the seat, spent and satisfied.