Speaking to WHIMN, the former retail worker, lifted the lid on how her X-rated Uber encounters began following splitting up with her boyfriend of six years.
I was in a long-term relationship for about six years. We had a pretty racy sex life – we’d had a few threesomes, we weren’t shy about sex in public places, and we’d tried all kinds of role play.
While our sex life was great, our relationship ran its course. I had retrained a few years earlier and gone from working in retail just to earn money to working in a higher-stress industry that I really love.
My partner was still working just for the paycheck, so we had different mindsets.
I also started spending more time with work friends, and he just wasn’t that interested in our conversations, so we spent less and less time together.
We stayed friends and continued to hook up often, but when he met a new lady that stopped – it was all amicable, but obviously, she wasn’t super comfortable with me being around, which I understand.
I’d met up with a few guys through Tinder, and I honestly wasn’t looking for anything serious.
One night I went out with work friend for an early dinner, and I shared an Uber home with a colleague as it was dark when we left.
We’d been talking discreetly about the last few dudes we’d found through dating apps.
My friend was dropped off first, and I moved into the front seat next to the driver, who I’d suddenly noticed was hot.
We chatted about the traffic and his passengers that day, and I did the wedding ring check – all clear.
Not being especially shy, I asked him if he’d overheard our conversation about our previous hook-ups, and he smiled and nodded.
Then I asked him if he was in a relationship. When he said no, I asked him how he found himself “dates.”
We shared some Tinder fail stories, then, as we were getting closer to my house, I asked him if he’d ever had sex with a passenger.
He said they weren’t allowed to, but he’d been tempted a few times.
What about if he gave me his number and I called him? Would that be breaking the rules? He nodded towards a deck of his business cards with a grin.
His phone pinged a few seconds later and without saying anything else, he parked the car and we went inside.
As soon as we were inside, he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me while I took off his shirt. Twenty seconds later we were on the hallway floor, having amazing, scare-the-neighbors-loud sex.
It was great fun but I knew I’d never see him again – it did make me look at my Uber drivers in a new light, however.
My next few trips were total busts but then late one night, I ordered an Uber to take me home from work and the driver was just smoking hot, with a ready smile, and was easy to talk to and funny.
We had a 20-minute drive to get to my place, so I had plenty of time for flirting.
This guy was much blunter than the last. He smiled at me and asked if I was flirting with him.
When I said yes, he asked how far I was planning on taking it. I asked him if he was up for anything and he asked if I wanted to go back to his place, my place or if I was keen for something a little more adventurous.
It’d been a while since I’d done anything especially wild, so I chose option C. He drove down to the local waterfront parking lot – basically empty at this time of night, but being so close to the water, there were plenty of restaurants close by.
He turned the ride meter off on his phone, then leaned over, and while kissing me, grabbed a condom from the glovebox and asked if I wanted to take things to the backseat.
We moved to the back, and without much fanfare, I climbed onto his lap and went for it. It had been ages since I’d indulged my love of sex in a public place, so that, along with being on top, meant I climaxed quickly.
Given I’d been pretty vocal about it, and he had a full night’s work ahead of him, he was only a minute or so behind. We moved back to the front seat and had a quiet drive home.
By this point, I’d developed something of a reputation amongst my friends, and it was this reputation that ended up scoring me my third Uber sex story.
We started talking and laughing, and one of my friends, who was a bit drunk, giggled and warned him to look out, as I’d slept with a few drivers.
He raised one eyebrow and said it wouldn’t be the worst way to end a shift.
After we dropped her off, he asked if I wanted to go out for coffee. I said while he seemed really nice, I wasn’t looking for anything serious, so I was only really only interested in a quick “coffee” at my place.
All I can say is that he might not have been my usual type, but I did get to finally try something I’ve wanted to for a while – sex with a guy that could lift me up off the floor and keep going until I was done.
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