The Chauffeuse
Another fantasy written for a couple I've only met online. Not particularly kinky, though who am I, to judge.
I clear customs and walk into the arrival lounge.
There is an attractive woman, dressed in a grey jacket, matching skirt that doesn't quite reach to her knees, stockings or tights, and heels. Not ridiculously high, but enough to be interesting. My guess is about three inches. She has a peaked cap and a ponytail and carries a board with my name on it.
I introduce myself and she tells me her name is Emma .
I follow her to the car, watching her muscles move and her bottom's rhythm. She stops at a car and turns, catching me admiring her rear. She smiles and winks, before opening the door for me.
The journey to my house is long but passes quickly as we talk, flirting and laughing.
She pulls up on my drive, and opens my door, I walk to the boot where she is bent over, trying to retrieve my luggage.
Her skirt has risen up, revealing the tops of her stockings.
I move behind her, rubbing myself against her. She tenses. Then relaxed. Her bottom is moving against me, and I take this as consent to continue.
I pull her skirt up and reveal her stunning derriere, completely uncovered. No knickers for this woman.
I unzip my trousers and let my cock slide between her legs. I rub it up and down her dripping slit, teasing her clit and feeling the heat of her cunt.
She is trying to push back, so I line up my prick, take hold of her hips and ram myself into the hottest wettest pussy I can remember.
It's a struggle not to come immediately, but I take a deep breath and start a steady stroke deeply in and out. Not too fast but still urgent.
Anyone who passes by on foot would be able to see me, but I just don't care.
I finally speed up as Emma's moans drive me to ecstasy. My knees buckle as I empty my balls, and fill Emma's pussy.
I step back, and she turns, takes my deflating cock into her mouth and cleans our mixed fluids from it with her tongue.
She stands and we kiss, letting me taste our juices.
I carry my suitcase to the door as she drives away...
I clear customs and walk into the arrival lounge.
There is an attractive woman, dressed in a grey jacket, matching skirt that doesn't quite reach to her knees, stockings or tights, and heels. Not ridiculously high, but enough to be interesting. My guess is about three inches. She has a peaked cap and a ponytail and carries a board with my name on it.
I introduce myself and she tells me her name is Emma .
I follow her to the car, watching her muscles move and her bottom's rhythm. She stops at a car and turns, catching me admiring her rear. She smiles and winks, before opening the door for me.
The journey to my house is long but passes quickly as we talk, flirting and laughing.
She pulls up on my drive, and opens my door, I walk to the boot where she is bent over, trying to retrieve my luggage.
Her skirt has risen up, revealing the tops of her stockings.
I move behind her, rubbing myself against her. She tenses. Then relaxed. Her bottom is moving against me, and I take this as consent to continue.
I pull her skirt up and reveal her stunning derriere, completely uncovered. No knickers for this woman.
I unzip my trousers and let my cock slide between her legs. I rub it up and down her dripping slit, teasing her clit and feeling the heat of her cunt.
She is trying to push back, so I line up my prick, take hold of her hips and ram myself into the hottest wettest pussy I can remember.
It's a struggle not to come immediately, but I take a deep breath and start a steady stroke deeply in and out. Not too fast but still urgent.
Anyone who passes by on foot would be able to see me, but I just don't care.
I finally speed up as Emma's moans drive me to ecstasy. My knees buckle as I empty my balls, and fill Emma's pussy.
I step back, and she turns, takes my deflating cock into her mouth and cleans our mixed fluids from it with her tongue.
She stands and we kiss, letting me taste our juices.
I carry my suitcase to the door as she drives away...
7年前