Uber Driver Delight

Three stars normally. But Mercedes—yeah, that was really her name—was about to get five and a tip that wasn't just monetary.

She pulled up in a Toyota that had seen better days, but when I got in, I stopped caring about the car. She was forty-something, thick as fuck, with bottle-red hair and a smile that said she'd seen everything.

"Ryan? Heading to Mill Lane?"

"That's me."

She pulled away, catching my eye in the rearview. "Long night?"

"Just getting started."

"Yeah?" She adjusted the mirror, maybe to see me better. "Me too. Been driving since six. Gets lonely, you know?"

I noticed we weren't taking the usual route. "This the scenic way?"

"Something like that." She turned down a side road I didn't recognize. "You seem like the type who doesn't mind a detour."

"Depends on the destination."

She pulled into a layby, killed the engine, and turned to face me. In the dim light, I could see her better—low-cut top showing off massive tits, thick thighs in tight jeans, a face that was probably stunning twenty years ago and was still pretty damn good.

"Here's the thing," she said. "I've been doing this job for three years. Driving dickheads around, listening to them on their phones, watching them not tip. But sometimes—" she climbed between the seats, into the back with me "—sometimes I see someone worth the detour."

"And I'm worth it?"

"Let's find out."

She kissed me without warning, all experience and confidence. No hesitation, no awkwardness. Her hand went straight to my crotch, feeling me through my jeans.

"Mm. Promising."

I grabbed her tits—couldn't help it—and she moaned into my mouth. Her top came off, bra following, revealing heavy breasts with thick nipples.

"Suck them. Been dying for someone to touch me properly."

I buried my face in her chest, sucking, biting, while she worked my jeans open. When she got her hand around me, she made a noise of approval.

"Fuck yes. Young and big. My favorite combination."

She straddled me in the backseat, pulling her jeans down just enough. No knickers. She was wet, ready, and wasted no time sinking down onto me.

"Oh God—needed this—"

She rode me with practiced skill, knowing exactly how to move, how to angle herself. Her tits bounced in my face, and I alternated between sucking them and watching her face contort with pleasure.

"Harder—grab my hips—make me feel it—"

I gripped her, thrust up. The car rocked on its suspension, probably visible to anyone passing. Neither of us cared.

"Close—shit—been so long—"

She came with a shuddering moan, her whole body tensing. I wasn't far behind, the feeling of her pulsing around me pushing me over.

"Inside," she gasped. "Give it to me."

I came hard, buried deep, holding her against me. We sat there, panting, her head on my shoulder.

"Best fare I've had in months," she said eventually.

"Five stars?"

"Five stars and a cash tip." She climbed back to the front, adjusting herself. "Now let's get you to Mill Lane. Unless you fancy going around again?"

I was twenty minutes late.

Worth every penny of surge pricing.