I Wanted to Jerk off in Uber, but I had to let the Taxi Driver Touch my Pussy

I Wanted to Jerk off in Uber, but I had to let the Taxi Driver Touch my Pussy**

When horny and in a rush, you sometimes have to make compromises. This brunette beauty was no different. She hopped into an Uber, already feeling the familiar tingle between her legs. The drive was long, and she was too turned on to wait. She was about to pull out her phone and start stroking herself when she realized - this wasn't just any Uber. This was a public place, and she couldn't be caught in the act.

But then an idea struck her. What if she could make this driver part of her fantasy? She leaned back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Do you have a problem with me touching myself in the back seat?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. The driver, taken aback but curious, nodded, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror.

Slowly, she unzipped her skirt and pulled it up. She wasn't wearing any panties, and the driver's eyes nearly popped out of his head. She began to stroke herself, her eyes closed, her breath coming in little gasps. The driver, unable to resist, leaned over and began to touch her, his fingers exploring her wetness. She moaned louder, her hand moving faster, her body arching towards his touch.

She was so close, her body trembling with anticipation. But then she realized - this was public, and she didn't want to be caught. So, she guided his hand to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to lick his fingers. He moaned, his eyes locked onto hers in the mirror. She was in control, and she loved it.

She came with a shudder, her body convulsing, her fingers still stroking herself. The driver groaned, his body tense with unspent desire. She looked at him, a satisfied smile on her face. "You can pull over now," she said, her voice soft. "I'm done." And with that, she adjusted her skirt, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was ready for the next stop, whatever it might bring.