Can I Get A Ride?


“You’re driving back to Mooresville, right?” Karen asked.

I looked up from my laptop and said, “Yeah.”

“Great. Can I get a ride?”

“To Mooresville?” I asked. Karen worked in the office I was embedded in. She was short, with long blonde hair and a smirk that made it look like she was up to something.

“Yeah, my friend and I are heading to the mountains in the morning. She lives in Mooresville. If you could drop me off it would keep her from having to drive out here in the morning,” she said.

“Sure, why not,” I said. It was against policy to let people ride in company vehicles without a business reason, but hell, who would know? “I leave at five.”

“Great. I’ll come get you at five,” she said before turning around and walking off.

It was two hours until it was time to leave, so I kept working and making my rounds. When I stopped by Karen’s cube she asked for some help with a printing issue. I stood beside her while she showed me what was happening, and I could not help but notice the ample amount of cleavage she presented. I did not remember seeing it when she asked for a ride, or earlier in the day, but I was sitting down, so maybe that is why I missed it.

Once she had the error on display, I asked if I could drive and she gave me her seat. I whipped through a couple of setting changes and fixed the issue. Karen leaned in to watch and leaned against me. The smell of her perfume and her proximity excited me. That I could glance to the left and get an eyeful of cleavage did not help the situation. She asked questions and I answered on autopilot. When she said thank you and gave me a hug, she crushed her tits against my arm and I knew I had to have more.

I got up from her chair and she took my place. She sat facing me and stared at the obvious bulge in my slacks. “Well thanks again,” she said, never looking away from my package.

“Just let me know if you need anything else,” I said while taking in one last look at her cleavage.

“Will do,” she sad before blinking a couple of times and looking up at my grinning face. She smiled and turned back to her work. I did my best to cover up my bulge with my notepad and headed back to my office.

The little bit of time remaining in my work say flew by with thoughts of Karen’s tits and her hungry gaze filling my thoughts. When five o’clock hit I was packed and ready to go. At five-oh-two, a smiling Karen stepped into the doorway.

“Ready to go?” she asked.

“Yep. I was just waiting on you.” I picked up my laptop bag and followed her out to the parking garage. We climbed into my company van and headed onto the street.

“Do you mind if stop by my apartment real quick?” she asked. “It’s on the way and I just need to change real quick.”

“Sure. No problem,” I said.

She directed me where to go and soon we were parked in front of her apartment. “Come on in,” Karen said. “I’ll be quick and you can grab a soda if you’d like.” I followed her in and she pointed me in the direction of the kitchen. “Help yourself.”

I popped open the refrigerator and grabbed a diet coke. I cracked open the can and took a look around her apartment. The decor was decidedly feminine with its soft colored art and decorative touches, but not so much that it made me uncomfortable.

“Can you grab something for me?” Karen called out from down the hall.

“Sure, what do you need?” I asked.

“There’s a black purse on the table. Can you bring it to me?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said as I grabbed the purse in question. Light peaked out from behind the door at the end of the hall. I knocked on it and the door opened.

“Thank you,” Karen said from behind a towel she held over her breasts. She grabbed the purse with one hand and the towel slipped so that her tits were completely exposed above her nipples. “Oops. Sorry about that,” she said.

“I don’t mind,” I said with a smile.

Karen laughed. “I bet,” she said. “Now turn around.”

I did as she asked and waited. My imagination ran wild as I listened and pictured her putting the bra on. My cock grew hard with the thought and stood out when she told me to turn around.

“So what do you think?” she asked. She had on a loose grey skirt that ended just above knees and she held her dark red blouse in her hand. The bra barely covered her tits and her nipples stood out behind the translucent lace at the top.

“I can see why you wanted it,” I said as I tore my eyes away from her breasts.

“Well it is definitely having the intended effect,” she said as she looked down at the bulge in my pants. She looked up at me and smiled. “We’d better get going. Why don’t you get in the car. I’ll be right behind you.”

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me. Truth is that I wanted to grab her and bury my face in those tits, but I’m a patient man, so I bit my lip and headed outside. I started up the van as she stepped out of the door. She turned to lock the door and I got to admire the way the skirt hugged her ass. She walked down the walkway and I agave a low whistle. The blouse was on, but the buttons stopped short of her bosom, so those magnificent tits were all I could see.

Karen walked around the front of the van and hopped in beside me. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road,” she said.

“Yeas, ma’am,” I said as I put it into gear and headed back toward the interstate.

We made smalltalk about work for a while before switching to our personal lives and soon enough our sex lives. I don’t mind steering a conversation in thst direction, but she took us there all on her own.

“Redtube? Seriously? Pornhub is so much better,” she said when the conversation turned to watching porn online.

I shrugged and said, “It’s the one I came across first, so I guess I always go back there.”

“To each his own,” she said. She shifted in her seat and turned to face me. Her glorious cleavage was hard to ignore as I drove along. “So what other sites would you recommend? ”

I bit my lip. Did I dare share with her my secret blog? I was burned before, so crossing that line scared me. I swallowed and said, “You could check out my site.”

“Shut up. You have a porn site?” she asked.

“Well not a porn site really, but I write erotica for fun and have a site,” I said.

“No kidding?” She pulled her phone out oh her purse and said, “Give me the link.” I gave her the address and she started reading.

Within minutes her nipples were hard enough to stand out behind the fabric of her blouse. She didn’t say much beyond the occasional expletive, but she moaned frequently and her breathing grew heavier by the minute.

“Can you pull into the rest stop?” she asked before going back to reading.

“Sure thing,” I said with a smile. I’ve been told my stories are hot, but seeing the evidence in person was something altogether new.

When I pulled into the rest stop parking space, Karen slipped her phone into her purse and opened the car door. “I’ll be right back,” she said before getting out and heading toward the restrooms.

I sat and waited. A minute rolled into two, and then another while I sat. Five minutes passed and I started to wonder if she was okay. At ten minutes I went to open my door when I saw her emerge from the bathroom.

She got into the van and leaned back against her seat. “I’m sorry that took so long,” she said.

“No worries, but I was about to come looking for you,” I said.

Karen blushed and said, “Well that would have been embarassing.” She laughed and I laughed with her. “Let’s get going. It will be dark by the time we get there.”

I pulled out of the rest area and got back on the road. Karen pulled out her phone once more and started reading. “You wrote this yourself?” she asked.

“Yeah, every word,” I said.

“Wow, that is impressive,” she said. “And it is pretty damn hot too.” She spread her legs a little and the skirt rode up her thighs. “So how much of it is true?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “About thirty seventy,” I said. “There is at least a little bit of truth in everything I write, but most of it is pure fantasy.”

“I see,” she said, “and the women?”

“Some were lovers and some were women I fantasized about,” I said.

Karen’s legs parted a little further apart and hand rested upon her thigh where fabric had once covered the pale flesh. “Maybe you could write a story about me some day,” she said. I opened my mouth to speak, but she interrupted me. “The reason I took so long in the bathroom was because I needed to get out of my panties.” She pulled the lacey black thong from her purse and laid them upon my thigh. “Reading your stories got me so wet they were getting uncomfortable. Once I had them off I touched myself a little. Before I knew it I was coming down from a second orgasm and ten minutes had passed.”


“Yeah.” She was quiet for a moment before she said, “I really want you to write about me. I want to know that people are reading about me and getting that turned on.”

I glanced her way and said, “I’ll be happy to write about you. There’s only one question: Do you want it to be more fantasy or reality?”

Karen smiled and took my hand in hers. “Let’s try some reality first,” she said as she placed my hand between her legs. She spread them apart and pulled her skirt up higher. My fingers immediately found her pussy. She was so wet I could hardly believe it. My fingers slipped between her lips and Karen leaned back and moaned. I ran my fingers over her clit and she pulled open her blouse. She pulled down her bra and played with her tits while I stroked her pussy. She bucked and moaned as she came on my fingers. “Oh God,” she said before pushing my hand away.

I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean. “Damn that is one sweet pussy,” I said.

“Mmmm thank you,” she said as she opened her eyes. “I do like a man that is good with his hands.”

“How about you? Are you good with your hands?” I asked.

Karen reached across and unbuckled my belt as she said, “I am good with my hands.” She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I lifted my ass and helped her push them down until they were around my knees. She took my cock in one hand and stroked it with a delicate touch. she ran her thumb across my glands and over the tip. “Where I really shine is with my mouth,” she whispered as she tightened her grip and sped up her stroke. “If I were to go down on you…” She let the implication hang in the air as she leaned over, closing the gap between us. She licked my earlobe and whispered, “I would ruin you for all other women.”

I moaned as Karen shifted her grip so that she could stroke me with one hand and fondle my balls with the other. “I think I would be up for that challenge,” I said.

“Are you sure?” She applied pressure to the base of my cock and moved her hand up, pushing a thick blob of precum from the tip. “It looks to me like my hands might be more than you can handle” She ran her thumb across the tip and smeared the cum around. I stiffened and moaned until she pulled her hand away. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked it clean. “Now that tastes good,” she said. “I don’t think I can wait for a taste. She shifted in her seat and lowered her lips until she took the tip into her mouth. She flicked her tongue all about, but never took me deeper in. she squeezed my balls and stroked my cock until I was ready to explode. She pulled away and sat back up. She squeezed the base of my cock in her fist but did not move. “Not yet, big boy. I want to suck that cock right before you’re aloud to cum.”

I wanted to respond with something witty, but to be honest, I was trying to bring myself down from the edge and it proved hard to do with her hand on my dick and her tits bouncing about. I tried to focus on the road and was surprised to find we were nearly to Mooresville and the sky was getting dark.

“God, you totally want to fuck me right now,” Karen said as she released her hold on me.

“Yeah, the thought has crossed my mind,” I said as I merged onto the last stretch of interstate between us and her friend’s home.

“Well that’s too bad,” Karen said as she pulled down her skirt and stuffed her tits back into her blouse.

I looked at her, trying to gauge if she was serious or not, but she only looked straight ahead. I don’t know what brought on the sudden change, but it did have the effect of deflating me a bit. I pulled my pants back up and drove on in silence.

Karen directed me where to go and guided me to her friend’s house. It was a little mill house near downtown Mooresville. She directed me to pull around back and park. She turned to me and said, “My friend’s not home yet.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and crawled onto the bench seat behind us. “Why don’t you come back here with me while we wait?” She lifted one leg up and set her foot on the bench. From where I was sitting I could see that her naked pussy was still very wet.

I raised an eyebrow and said, “But you said–.”

“I said you weren’t going to fuck me, but that’s because I’m going to give you a blowjob so good you won’t be able to walk when I am done,” she said as she patted the seat between her legs. “Now why don’t you hurry up and get back here.”

I unbuckled my safety belt and joined her in the back. I knelt on the floor between her legs and pushed up her skirt. I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and smiled up at her. “It only seems fair that I get another taste first.” I leaned over and stuck my tongue inside her pussy and fucked her with it. She grabbed my head, holding it in place as I thrust with my tongue.

Karen moaned and removed her blouse and bra so that her breasts were free from their confines. She grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples as my fingers replaced my tongue in her cunt.

I flicked her clit with my tongue and Karen’s back arched. She hissed through clenched teeth and started panting as I ran my tongue back and forth over her bud. “Oh fuck!” She yelled loud enough to rattle the windows. The orgasm that followed spilled cum onto the seat of the van and left her gasping for air. She pushed me back and held up a finger while she struggled to recover.

I got off my knees and sat on the bench opposite her and watched as she fondled her tits with deliberate care. Each time her fingers brushed against her nipples she shivered from head to toe. It only took about a minute, but when her eyes opened I was ready for my turn.

She leaned forward and got on all fours. She crawled across the seat and kissed me. “Damn but I taste good,” she said as she unbuttoned my shirt and pants. I played with her tits and ran my thumbs over her nipples as she worked. She pushed open my shirt and sucked on my nipples before sitting back and pulling off my pants and boxers. “I have been waiting all afternoon to get my mouth on you,” she said before flicking her tongue across the glands. My cock twitched and Karen smiled. “It seems you’ve been wanting that too.”

Karen lowered her mouth over my cock with measured restraint. Her tongue pressed against the underside while she took more of me into her mouth. When my tip reached the entrance to her throat she pressed on, but gagged and pulled back. She looked up at me as she sat back and stroked my dick. “I thought you might be thicker than I am used to, and you are, but don’t worry, I’ll get it in there.” She took me back into her mouth, but did not try to deep throat me from the start. She sucked and licked my cock from top to bottom, letting the saliva flow down my length onto my balls. She bobbed lower each time she went down until my cock was bumping against her throat. She tried to push past it, but the gag reflex was too much.

She pulled off of me once more and swore. “Damnit. You’re a thick fucker.” She stroked my cock with both hands and scowled. “Okay, I need you to fuck my mouth. Grab my head and fuck it. Force that dick into my throat.”

I smiled at Karen and said, “I can do that.”

“Good.” She put her mouth on my cock once more and returned to delivering the sloppiest blowjob of my life. Once the spit was flowing once more, I put my hands in her hair and thrust my hips as I pulled her down. She gagged, but I ignored it. Again I thrust and again she gagged, but on the third try I felt the head pop past the barrier and I entered her throat. She groaned and held me there as her throat stretched to accommodate my girth. I waited until she started to lift her head before I resumed fucking her mouth. With each thrust, entry into her throat grew easier, and soon she took control and treated me to a deep throat blowjob that left me wondering what I was missing before that night. My hips were thrusting, but it was automatic, as if Karen’s ministrations controlled me.

As her confidence grew, Karen took me deeper into her throat until her nose was pressed against my belly. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and stroked my balls. I held her there and moaned as she swallowed. When I let her go she bobbed up and back down. Her tongue flicked about my length as she repeated the motion with ever increasing speed.

“Oh my God,” I moaned. “I am going to cum.”

Karen did not slow. She did not miss a beat. I was not sure if she even heard me until the moment I groaned and she pulled back until only the head of my cock was in her mouth. As the first stream of cum shot out, Karen sucked hard and ran her tongue across the glands. My back arched and I cried out as the intensity of my orgasm went into overdrive. Karen held her position until the last stream of cum was swallowed.

I fell back as she stopped sucking, but sat bolt upright when she took me back into her throat. “Holy fuck!” I shouted as my sensitive tip hit the back of her throat and another orgasm hit me. She swallowed every drop while I twitched uncontrollably.

When she pulled back and released my cock, she wiped a finger across her lips and sucked off what collected there. “Worth the wait?” she asked. I nodded, unable to speak. “Good. Make sure you do me justice when you write about it.”

Karen dressed quickly, gathered her things, and got out of the car. She looked back at me once more. I had not moved from where she left me and my cock was just starting to soften. “Let me know next time you come to town and we’ll make an evening of it.” She closed the car door, walked to the back porch, and knocked on the door. The door opened and Karen went inside.

I took a couple of minutes to catch my breath before I put my clothes back on. I drove to the office in a bit of a haze, parked the van, and got in my car. I reached to turn on the car when my phone chimed. I pulled up the email and was pleased to see it was from Karen.

Thank you for the ride. Maybe next time I can return the favor. Karen.

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