Five Stars
"She's his Uber driver—thick, divorced, working nights to make ends meet. When the app glitches and the ride becomes a detour, she shows him exactly why her rating is perfect."
The Prius pulled up at 1:47 AM.
I climbed in, gave the address, and looked at the driver.
She was maybe forty-eight. Dark skin, natural hair, a smile that made me forget how tired I was. She was wearing a casual dress, and even from the back seat, I could see her figure—thick shoulders, heavy breasts, the suggestion of hips that would overflow any seat.
"Late night," she said, pulling away from the curb. "Bar or work?"
"Client dinner. Ran long."
"Those always do." She glanced at me in the mirror. "I'm Jasmine, by the way."
"Tyler."
"Nice to meet you, Tyler." Another glance. "You look exhausted."
"I am."
"Close your eyes if you want. It's a thirty-minute ride. I'll wake you when we get there."
I should have closed my eyes.
Instead, I kept watching her in the mirror.
Ten minutes in, the app glitched.
"That's weird," Jasmine said, looking at her phone. "It's showing your destination as somewhere completely different."
"Where?"
"The other side of the city. An hour in this traffic."
"That's definitely wrong."
"I know. Let me pull over and fix it."
She pulled into an empty parking lot. A closed strip mall. We were alone.
"Sorry about this," she said, fiddling with the app. "Technology. It works until it doesn't."
"No problem." I leaned forward between the front seats. "Need help?"
"Maybe." She turned to face me. Our faces were close. "You're good with phones?"
"I'm decent."
"Then take a look."
I took her phone. Our fingers touched. Neither of us pulled away.
"It seems frozen," I said. "Might need to restart."
"That'll take a few minutes."
"I don't mind waiting."
She looked at me. Really looked. Something shifted in her expression.
"Can I ask you something personal?"
"Sure."
"Do you find me attractive?"
The question hung in the air.
"Yes."
"Good." She unbuckled her seatbelt. "Because I've been watching you in that mirror since you got in. And I've been thinking very inappropriate thoughts."
"What kind of thoughts?"
"The kind that would get me deactivated from the app." She climbed between the seats—awkwardly, her thick body squeezing through. But she made it, and suddenly she was in my lap, straddling me.
"This is—" I started.
"Unprofessional?" She kissed me. "I know."
She fucked me in the back seat of her Prius.
Her dress hiked up around her waist. Her panties pulled aside. She sank onto me with a moan that fogged the windows.
"Yes—" She grabbed my shoulders. "This is what I needed—"
She was tight. Wet. Her thick body surrounded me as she bounced in my lap.
"I haven't done this in years," she panted. "My ex left me for a younger woman. Said I was too much. Too old. Too—"
"You're perfect." I grabbed her hips. "Every inch."
"Prove it."
I thrust up into her. Hard. The car rocked on its suspension.
"Fuck—yes—" She threw her head back. "Prove it to me—"
I fucked her until the windows were completely fogged. Until she came screaming. Until I came inside her with a groan.
We sat there after, sweaty and tangled, the car settling around us.
"The app is back," she said eventually, looking at her phone.
"Is it?"
"It's showing your correct destination now." She climbed off me. Adjusted her dress. "I should... I should take you home."
"Or."
She paused. "Or?"
"Or you could take me to your place instead."
"Tyler—"
"I'm not ready for this to be over." I took her hand. "Are you?"
She was quiet. Then she smiled.
"My place is closer anyway."
She drove us to her apartment.
We didn't make it past the living room the first time. Or the second. By morning, we'd christened every room.
"I've never done anything like this," she said, making coffee while I sat at her kitchen table. "Picking up a passenger."
"I'm glad you made an exception."
"Me too." She set a cup in front of me. "What happens now?"
"Whatever we want." I pulled her onto my lap. "I don't have anywhere to be."
"I have a shift tonight."
"Then I'll ride with you."
"As a passenger?"
"As whatever you want me to be."
She kissed me.
That was six months ago.
I still request rides from Jasmine. Always late at night. Always when she's working.
The app thinks I'm a loyal customer.
I am.
Just not the way it thinks.
She's saving for her own car now. Something bigger than the Prius. "More room for activities," she says.
I can't wait.
Five stars. Would ride again.
Every night if she'll let me.