Uber Encounter
"A shared Uber home from the club turns into a detour neither passenger expected"
Shared Ubers at 3 AM were always a gamble. Sometimes you got a chatty drunk. Sometimes you got someone asleep. Sometimes you got a girl who looked like she'd just stepped out of your exact fantasy.
She climbed in after me—slim, dark hair, short skirt and heels, clearly coming from the same club I'd just left.
"Alright?" she said, settling into the middle seat.
"Alright."
"Good night?"
"Decent. You?"
"Same. Well—" She lowered her voice. "My mate pulled and left me. So. Less good."
"That's shit."
"Standard, innit." She looked at me properly for the first time. "I'm Leah."
"Ryan."
"Ryan." She tried it out. "Nice. Normal." She shifted closer. "Where you headed?"
"Woodford."
"No way. I'm like two streets over." She grinned. "Small world."
"Very small."
The driver had the radio on and wasn't paying attention to us. Leah seemed to take this as permission.
"So," she said, her hand landing on my knee. "Your night might be about to get better."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Her hand moved higher. "If you're interested."
"I'm interested."
"Good." She leaned close, breath hot against my ear. "Act natural."
Her hand found me through my jeans, squeezed gently. I tried very hard to act natural.
"You're bold," I managed.
"Life's short." She was unzipping me now, somehow making it look like she was just adjusting her position. "And you're fit."
Her hand wrapped around me, started stroking. Slow, deliberate, hidden by the dark and the angle.
"Fuck—Leah—"
"Shh. Don't want the driver to notice."
She stroked me all the way to Woodford, edging me every time I got close, whispering filthy things in my ear. By the time we reached my street, I was desperate.
"This isn't my stop," she said as I fumbled with my seatbelt. "I'm getting out here anyway."
My flat was a five-minute walk. We made it in three.
The second my door closed, she was on me—kissing, pulling at clothes, all the restraint from the car gone.
"Needed that," she breathed. "Been thinking about it since you got in."
"Same."
"Shut up and fuck me, then."
She dropped to her knees, took me in her mouth like she'd been waiting for it. All the teasing in the car had built up, and I almost came immediately.
"Wait—want to—"
She stood, pushed me toward the sofa, climbed on top. Her knickers were already gone—somewhere in the hall, maybe—and she sank down onto me with a moan.
"Yes—fuck—finally—"
She rode me on my sofa, the street outside still coming alive with post-club stragglers. She didn't seem to care that the curtains were open.
"Harder—give me everything—"
I grabbed her hips, thrust up to meet her. She came fast, all the teasing having worked her up too.
"Don't stop—keep going—"
She came twice more before I finished, both of us collapsing in a sweaty heap.
We lay there, catching our breath.
"Well," Leah said. "Best Uber share ever."
"Five stars."
"Easy." She found her phone, handed it to me. "Number. I take a lot of late-night Ubers."
"So do I, apparently."
"Might end up sharing again."
"Might." She kissed me, then stood, started gathering her clothes. "I'm two streets over, remember? I can walk from here."
"I'll call you an Uber."
"Nah." She winked. "I'll walk. Might meet someone interesting."
She left with my number in her phone and my head spinning.
Best ride share of my life.