The Driver's Affair

Chapter 1: First Meeting

The Driver

Marcus Green is driving around in his brand-spanking new Audi Station Wagon, the latest in the lineup of cars he's used. He sees commuters walking out of their office building and then down the streets, the sight reminded him of the job he had a year ago. But then the layoffs hit and he was unfortunately among its victims, though it’s not because of his dark skin. After that catastrophe, he spent quite a bit of time looking for work. Thankfully, he manages to find employment with GetU, an underdog in Payton's ride-hailing industry.

He applied because the market for office jobs have become way too competitive. Marc initially set this job as a temporary thing, at least until he finds another job. But after a year and seeing the market remaining competitive, he decided to stay with the company. Good news is that not everything is doom and gloom. First, the pay's good. Second, flexible work hours. Third, a controlled and comfortable work environment. By now, he’s grown to enjoy ferrying passengers around, often talking with them and even lifting up the spirits of those who were stressed or anxious.

But that's not the only reason why he loves getting people to places, he also enjoys looking at the view behind the mirror, particularly women. He particularly enjoy seeing women of his age or above him (8 years is his max threshold). Marc also enjoys looking at younger women although, he always refrains if they are under the age of 20. For girls his age or older, he always tries to strike up a conversation, making clear attempts to create an environment safe enough for them to talk and secretly, date them.

More often than not though, women usually respond coldly to him though it's not because they were rude. There have been many cases of drivers from other ride-hailing companies taking women to a quiet spot before committing SA on them. Naturally, these incidents made women wary of drivers, even from a reputable company such as GetU, who's taken measures to ensure safer service for women. Marcus also has enough self-control in his part to stop himself from doing such things, the last thing he needs is to lose his only job after banging an innocent girl.

Today has so far been no different, most of his clients were mostly men, with only a couple women having used his services. Only thing that broke the mundane rhythm was a newlywed couple whom he ferried to the airport so they can fly to their honeymoon destination. But apart from that, he expected more of the same for the rest of the day.

He was making a left to Williams Street when a notification flashed on his smartphone. Pulling over, he took the phone out of the clamp placed between the dash and the A-pillar and opened the GetU Driver's App. In it, he saw a new order came through from a new customer.

Looking at her profile picture, she appeared to be a white woman in her mid to late 20s, with brown eyes and a long, wavy ginger hair. "Damn, she's a beauty" he thought to himself. Marc then looked at her pickup point, which was centered at the lobby of a well-known building,

"Sapphire Tower lobby huh? That's just a few blocks away, better get going" he said to himself before disengaging the handbrake and turning the wheel to merge with traffic once more.

The Meeting

It took only a minute for him to arrive at the gates to a line of other cars, a few of the office workers are descending a flight of stairs nearby as security guards wave a car through. Looking up, he sees the late afternoon sun's reflection on the building's windows. He's been here a number of times but he's more used to picking up customers waiting on the nearby bus station, this is the first time he's had to pick someone up straight from the lobby.

Another car gets waved past by one of the guards. The car in front of him lurched forward before stopping underneath the canopy, letting the guards search. Marc stops to wait just behind the other motorist. It's here that his eyes turn towards the lobby, and more specifically to a figure standing in the midst of commuting office workers. He sees a white woman, seemingly in her mid to late 20s, her ginger hair dangling behind her as she types away on her phone. But it was her body that captured his eyes the most.

She's wearing a white, form-fitting sleeveless dress that showcase her curves well. The bottom of that dress ends just shy of her knees, exposing her bare white legs to the environment. A silver necklace is wrapped around her collar, he manages to make out what appears to be a silver watch on her right arm, "holy shit, she's hot!" he thought to himself.

His sightseeing was abruptly distracted by honking from the rear. Snapping himself out of it, he looks forward to see the car in front already take off. Without hesitation, he immediately rolls his car forward and stops to let the guards make their inspection. Unfortunately, he can't see out to the lobby again as one of the pillars was blocking the view, the only things he can see are his immediate surroundings. But that's what he needed at the moment, "okay, stay cool man. Act normal, she's just a customer, nothin' more" he thought to himself.

Seconds later, the guards raised the gate and waved him through, satisfied with the inspection. He disengages his handbrake and immediately drove up to the lobby. As soon as his car crested the incline, the woman looked towards the license plate of his car, and then back to her phone, trying to verify that the person pulling into the lobby is indeed her driver.

Satisfied, she puts her phone into a burgundy purse and started walking down the lobby towards the approaching vehicle. At the same time, he slows the car down and lowers the passenger side window.

"Mrs. Janet Hudson?" he asks.

"Yep" she replied and nodded.

"Okay, let me unlock the door for you"

A click registers after Marc hits the switch that disengages the passenger side back door. Janet grabs onto the door handle and slowly climbs in to the back seat. She sits down on the soft padding and puts her purse down next to her, immediately closing the door with a thud registering as a result.

"Alright, to Pearl Springs" she says.

"Okay" he replied.

He engages the door locks and starts driving out of the lobby. Soon, he and his passenger are out on the streets of downtown Payton, pedestrians walking down the sidewalks while cars move down the streets. The vehicle soon covers a full mile, getting lucky enough to be able to pass through several green lights. On the back seat however, Janet doesn’t seem all too fazed and nor was she paying attention to her surroundings.

Eventually, Marcus’ luck ran out and he had to stop at a red light. On the plus side, this gave him the opportunity to take a good look at the view. Adjusting the rear-view mirror to get a full view of her, his gaze immediately shifted towards her luscious hourglass body. The dress fits her so well, particularly on her boobs which to him look like a D cup. He could feel his hardness slowly bulging under the zipper while imagining the things he’d do with them.

His observation was disrupted when he caught a glance of the traffic light turning green. He disengages the handbrake and pushes down on the throttle, the vehicle lurches forward and speeds up alongside others next to or behind it. Feeling his dick slowly shrinking again, Marcus breathes a sigh of relief and disengages the handbrake. Had he not seen the traffic light, the vehicle behind him would’ve honked and that would definitely alert her. Marcus does not want to her to catch him looking at her inappropriately.

With his right hand free, he took the opportunity to readjust his rear-view mirror in the event she looked up from her phone. But behind him, Janet has stopped typing and instead simply stares blankly at the screen. The movement and bumpy roads make it hard for her to hit the keys she wanted to hit without having to correct herself. So she decides to wait until another red light stops them again, which wouldn’t be for another 800 meters or so.

Marcus looks toward mirror for the second time, getting a good view of Janet’s upper half. This time, his eyes turn to her beautiful face. Of particular note is her expression and body language. Her fingers rapidly dart around the screen, furiously typing something while her eyelids droop down, though this isn’t because she’s tired. In fact, she’s angry or at least frustrated from the looks of it, as if something aggravated her before the pickup. Another object of note is a silver ring wrapped around her left ring finger, an indication of her status. “That’s a shame” he thought.

He readjusts his mirror again to get a full view of her again. When he does so, he sees that she changed her pose. Where previously she had crossed her right leg over the left, both are now spread pretty wide. Marcus’ eyes gradually shifted downwards to the skirt of her dress and then eventually, to something between her legs. Wrapped around Janet’s pelvis, is a pink lace pantyhose that is partially see-through. Though he couldn’t catch it’s fullness, he could see the outline of her vibrant pink pussy through the fabric.

Almost immediately, he feels the car’s interior warming up again whilst his cock instantly bulges up to the full 10 inches when Janet unexpectedly puts her phone down. Panicking, Marcus quickly resets the mirror to the previous position. “Not now! She’s married for cryin’ out loud!” he mused to himself. Luckily for him, she didn’t notice his uneasy movements at all. Instead, she gazed longingly out the window as if she’s missing something she once had.

The traffic lights turn green; he wasted no time disengaging the handbrake and pushing down on the throttle. On the way, Marcus nervously tried to keep his gaze fixed forward on the road, taking the occasional glance at the mirror to make sure Janet hadn’t picked anything up. He was debating on what to say should he get caught when he heard it: a long and disappointed sigh coming out of her mouth. He knew that was his cue.

“Bad day?” he asked.

“Pretty much” she replied, turning to him.

“Wanna talk about it?” he pressed.

“No. No thank you” she answered.

“You sure? I mean, if you got problems it’s good to talk about ‘em” he said.

“It’s…” she hesitates. “Never mind, i-it’s nothing” she stated.

She turns back to the window, now gazing out at the sunset. Marcus decides not to push the issue. To him, it looks like she needed some space to regulate herself and process whatever bad thing she experienced. Better silence than having to explain to her if she ever accidentally saw his bulge. Thankfully, the brief conversation manages to force it back down to its shrunken state.

The car turns onto a highway on-ramp, before merging into the busy traffic. Marcus turns the left blinker on, transitioning onto the middle of the 3-lane highway. At the back, Janet continues to gaze longingly into the sunset. Her focus has been stuck on the last frustrating text she had with her husband, his broken promise lingering in her thoughts. But at the same time, she’s torn about her situation. On the one hand, she believes the goings-on between a married couple is a private affair. But on the other, this young black gentleman driver is right, you have to talk about your problems.

With the car thundering down the highway, Janet contemplates what Marcus just said. She didn’t want this to lead to something with him down the line especially since deep down, she’s still in love with the man she married. She comes to a decision, and decides to address both problems.

“Can I ask you something?” she inquired.

“Go ahead” answered Marcus.

“If you were married, and you promised your wife you’d do something for her like say… pick her up. But then you get a call from your friends asking you to hang out, which would you choose?” she asked.

He carefully thought about her question. Admittedly, he’s way out of his depth on this one, having only experienced a few dates but also not having very many friends. But he sees that she needs help, and decides to answer.

“Shoot, I’m not the right person to answer that but I’ll try: since I already promised, I’d pick my wife especially if it’s a big deal” he replied.

“Good answer” she stated.

“Why you ask? Did your man pick the wrong option for you?”

“Like I said I… don’t wanna talk about it”

“If you say so. I’ll be here if you need me”

“Thanks. I’m glad there’s a driver like you out here” she stated.

“Well I like listening to people an’ maybe help ‘em out” he answered.

“I bet you’ve dated a lot of women because of that”

“You’d think that. But nah, not really”

“Why?”

The seasoned driver explained to her about why he hasn’t got a lot of women on his contacts. He told her about how most of the female passengers he ferried around usually don’t talk that much and for very good reasons. The conversation then shifted to her day and how it went he learns during this period that Janet is an employee at some tech firm whose headquarters is within Sapphire Tower.

At some point, the car made down an off-ramp before making a right into Pearl Springs. The two of them end up getting stuck in the evening rush hour thanks to traffic clogging up the main road. But the car eventually made it through the logjam until it reaches a second intersection further down the road. Marcus then turned left and kept going until he reached a residential neighborhood where Janet lives in. With her providing directions, the driver eventually pulled in front of her home.

“This the place?” he asked.

“Yep” she answered. “I just wanna check, I paid with my GPoints right?”

The driver opened his app and looked at the order. “Yeah. You did”

“Okay”

“You got all your belongings?”

“Yeah, I got everything. Thanks for the lift!” she exclaimed as she exits the vehicle.

“Have a nice evening!” he replied as she closed the door.

Marcus finished the order on his side before notifying his company that he’s calling it a day. But instead of immediately driving off, he simply sat there admiring the view and grinning at it from inside his mobile workplace. Looking at the walkway leading towards the front door, he can see her hips sway from side to side. Her scrumptious rump bounces up and down with it while her fair hair glistens under the sunset, also swaying as it does so.

Lucky for him, it doesn’t seem like Janet realized he hadn’t left. She unlocks her door before disappearing inside the house. With nothing else to see, Marcus disengages the handbrake and starts moving again. Using a dead-end roundabout, he manages to make a U-turn and went back the way he came, passing Janet’s house a second time before eventually leaving the neighborhood altogether. Along the way, he feels his shaft bulging again as he replayed the image he saw this afternoon: her pink lace panties and the brief sighting of her cunt.

Eventually, he couldn’t help himself and unzipped his jeans. He wastes no time pulling his cock out and begins lightly stroking it. He continued to do that until he eventually reached downtown Payton once more.

Dreamland

Marcus’ vision starts off blurry; as he had only just opened his eyes. He can feel his body moving despite being stationary on the bed. Though it sounds muffled, he could also hear the bed creaking rapidly from underneath him. Looking ahead, he sees a female figure seemingly bouncing around on top of him, though he’s not sure. Slowly, his vision begins to clear and his hearing becomes more refined. When his eyesight eventually clears fully, he’s shocked at the sight in front of him.

“Rise and shine daddy” said the redhead as she moves her hips back and forth.

“Janet?!” he replied.

Then he feels it, his massive shaft being squeezed by her tight pussy. Above, Janet continues to moan in pleasure as her hips move back and forth. The redhead and the black man looked up towards the ceiling, lost in all the pleasure they’re experiencing. Marcus lowered his head and brings both of his hands up to her boobs. She instinctively took them and plastered them onto her tits before letting go.

“Play with them daddy. They’re yours” moaned the redhead.

He happily obliges and begins kneading and occasionally squeezing the redhead’s D cup knockers, his ideal size. She moaned and screamed as the mix of stimulations drove her to a frenzy. After a minute of kneading, Marcus let go of her boobs and moved his hands down onto her waist. Understanding what he’s about to do, Janet slows down to let him apply a firm grip. Once he’s held on, the redhead resumes her wild ride.

She raises her hips right as he pulls down his hips, his massive shaft nearly popping out of her hole. When Janet lowers her hips, Marcus thrusts upward at the same time. The resulting impact made a loud clapping sound, matched only by the pair’s moaning. On and on this went, the pair completely absorbed in the pleasure as the room turns into a cacophony of moans, grunts and claps

At some point, Marcus slowed down and Janet lowered herself down until she’s lying on his body. The pair’s lips soon connected in a romantic dance, only for their tongues to then join together in an erotic dance in each other’s mouths, producing clicks and huffs as a result. Down by their hips, the black man pulled his lower legs closer and wraps his arms around the redhead. Then, they continued their raucous dance.

This time however, the hip movements happen faster and the clapping becomes louder. The sound and the movements are joined by Marcus and Janet moaning in pleasure as they approach the climax, not caring if anyone heard them.

“Marcus I’m gunna cum!” yelled Janet.

“Mmghh, me too baby! I’m gunna cum too” grunted the black man.

“Give it to me daddy! Give it to me! Cum in my fuckin’ pussy!”

With one huge final thrust, Marcus grunted as he shoots his hot load into her womb. Suddenly, he felt the weight on top of him lifted, as if Janet had just disappeared despite being on top of him just a second ago. He slowly opens his eyes to see that he’s in his darkened apartment bedroom, the amazing session he had before was not real, much to his anger. “Fuck! Was just a dream” he mused angrily.

Looking down, he sees that his grey boxers have now become stained as a result of that wet dream. He can feel the uncomfortable stickiness of his swimmers down there, but he knows he can’t lie here forever or else his spilled cum will harden and that’d make it even harder to clean. So Marcus takes his boxers off and uses it as a makeshift napkin, wiping the cum off his body and the tip of his cock.

Once done, he heads into the nearby bathroom to wash off any remaining stains so they don’t harden. Along the way, he took care to put the wet and sticky boxers into his hamper before stepping through the doorsill. As he cleans himself, he thought back to the wet dream he just had and the woman involved. He finds himself wanting such a thing pretty badly, especially since the redhead is basically supermodel. He decides that one day, he’ll make sure that sex with Janet won’t be a dream anymore.