Sam, surprised by his mothers early arrival, goes out on the town with her, and has an interesting cab ride back.
Mom sat leaned back on my bed, which she had apparently neatly made, looking very coy indeed. No sooner had she shown up in my dorm had she begun unraveling the depraved nature of my relationships and secret identity. I stood in front of the door looking very girly, loose tank top exposing a purple sports bra, my tight abs exposed over a pair of girls running shorts over yoga pants, some purple trimmed Nike jogging shoes and pink ankle socks completely showed Samantha's new, sharp college girl style. My flushed face and clean complexion showed the benefits of my rigorous skincare routine and careful diet, my recent Tae Kwon Do classes and jogging had toned my body in all the right places and I was showing the sexiest girlish physique of my life.
“Well I guess the cat's out of the bag” Samantha's sarcastic wit was the only defense I had.
I looked over to Jacob who was covering his face with his hands, to hide his reddening cheeks. She must have totally ambushed him as he was wearing gym shorts and a tank top clearly having not bathed or been out of the room today, as was often the case he didn't have classes on Tuesday or Thursday.
“That cats been out for a while now.... but I must say,” Mom said standing up in front of me, “It's nice to finally meet Samantha face to face.”
Embarrassment slowly gave way to joy and I threw myself into my mothers arms hugging her tightly. I held onto her for a few moments tears welling up in my eyes before I pushed away from her my brow furrowing in confusion. “It's Thursday,” I said, “I didn't think you were coming till tomorrow.”
“I wasn't doing anything today and decided to make the drive early, I called you earlier but you never responded.”
I suddenly remembered my phone, it must still be in the park I would have to go look for it later. I wasn't ready to share the details of that encounter with my mom or anyone else really, “I lost my phone” I said.
“Oh dear I'm sorry! We'll go shopping for a new one tomorrow,” she said with a comforting tone. She held me at arms length and looked me up and down. She looked great as usual, Long thick brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, with brow length bangs longer towards the ears framing her beautiful face. She looked thinner maybe, once tight jeans hanging loosely from her wide hips a leather belt with a big brass buckle keeping them up. A sexy white button up blouse, unbuttoned enough to show her lacy beige bra neatly cupping her full breasts and freckled cleavage. Her turquoise pendant completed a very grown up country mom look, she was barefoot I noticed having kicked off her platforms near the foot of the bed she was sitting on. “Sooooo...” she said with a smile, “Are you and Jacob a ….”
“NO!” Jacob and I both blurted out in unison.
“I mean, we're you know just ...” I began.
“We're REAL close...”
“He's like a...”
“We know everything about each other...”
“It's complicated!”
Moms face darted from one of us to the other like she was watching a tennis match as our jumbled explanations spilled out over one anothers remarks, at once dispelling and confirming her suspicions that we were indeed at the very least fucking, as she put it. While not at all untrue certainly not what she would think or want the nature of our relationship to be. After all, I had just sucked off a stranger in the park half an hour after getting porked by my karate instructor.
“UGHH,” Jacob groaned head again in his hands as he seemed to drown in his embarrassment.
“OK, OK I'll leave it alone” Mom said with a smile, “ You guys want to come get a bite to eat with me? I'm ravenous” she said looking over at Jacob as she said it with an approving eye.
“No Ma'am I already ate and I gotta study I should probably take a shower too I haven't been out today been working on a project and and setting up some equipment for photographing... stuff I am gonna go get that shower now we can't be out of the room after 11 or 10 I mean so I should go...” Jacob continued spewing words from his mouth as he gathered his shower gear from its various locations and flew from the room as if it were suddenly on fire.
I scrunched my shoulders and looked up at my mom digging at the floor with my toe. “I could eat,” I said. I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch, except for an impromptu protein injection in the park. I had completely gotten over the incident by now. My nerves settled I found myself very hungry. “I should change,” I said.
“Why bother, just us girls anyway.” mom said with a grin and slipped her sexy feet into her platforms, “besides its about time Samantha and I got to know each other.”
Feeling emboldened I grabbed a zip up long sleeve trainer, and looked in the mirror, I reached into my dresser and grabbed a small crossbody handbag threw my wallet and some lipstick in it and we were out the door.
We found a bar restaurant open late grabbed a booth in the corner when the waitress came over and dropped off menus she looked up and said, “Can I take your drink orders ladies?”
“I'll have a Manhatten,” mom said without deliberation. “I'm buying, get whatever you want, sweetheart.”
There was that word again, not so bad when mom said it. “I'll have a coke,” I said.
“Put some rum in that coke would ya” mom said and the waitress giggled. “You're not letting me drink alone young lady.”
“Sure thing! I'll get those drinks while you look at the menu,” the waitress said in a bubbly voice and bounced off towards the bar.
Waiting for a second as the waitress walked away mom looked at me knowingly.
“ How long have you known?” I asked.
“Somehow I've always known, you were always such a sweet child, never the boy I expected to raise. My brothers were always cruel and violent, not evil per se, but very masculine. But you were always so tender and soft, I love you for it. But it made me fearful of the life you'd have. I think that it suits you though, you are so beautiful, I don't think anyone would ever suspect you were a boy under that look. You are so feminine even the way you walk you're just lovely. Naturally woman...” She looked thoughtful as I blushed.
“I found your pillow stash of clothes when you were younger. I thought maybe it was just material for.. well you know... but one day I heard you in the bathroom talking to Samantha. I knew then you were more than... well …. more,” she paused.
Our drinks came, mine was spiked heavily, and we ordered food I told my mom so much about Samantha and being who I... was, the G-rated version mostly. I never use the word trans because I didn't feel like I was transitioning just being who I was, not a boy, but not a girl. We talked and drank and ate and I felt like more than my mother I was sitting with a friend, my best friend. I had rarely felt so happy as I felt right now. We continued drinking after we finished our meals and before long I was quite buzzed and so was mom. A familiar old song came on the radio and mom said, “Lets dance I love this song!”
Despite my protests my mom drug me out of the booth and we joined the other few pairs of people on the dance floor swaying to the music. We held each other in the dimly lit bar talking quietly about old times while the music played. We bopped along with the tunes for a while and soon a slower ballad came on and mom drew me close. She leaned into my ear and whispered, “ I think the bartender is checking us out!” As we turned around, I could clearly see he was watching us dance as he wiped out some pint glasses. I wouldn't call it blatant ogling but he was obviously watching the two chicks dancing together on his stage floor. Mom shot him a glance that made me blush and I felt her hands run down to my butt. She grabbed my ass in both hands and squeezed it hard. I was feeling a bit embarrassed, but Samantha was an exhibitionist at heart and soon my alter ego was leaning into it, putting on a show with mom for our apparent audience. Moms hands were wandering so I let mine as well, running them down her sides to her wide hips. I playfully gave her a spin and when she spun back into my arms I cupped her beautiful ass and gave it a squeeze. She faced me and threw both of her arms over my shoulders and positioned herself with her hips on mine her legs parted over one of mine, grinding her self into my softly, she leaned her forehead against mine and bit her lower lip. “mmm, Oh my Sam you sure know how to show a girl a good time,” She said holding me close and grinding against me like I was a stripper pole. I was happy when the song ended and the bartender rang a bell behind the bar signaling last call, because I was beginning to get aroused. My half mast boner was soon going to be hard to disguise. Mom was quite inebriated and it soon became clear that I needed to get her out of there. We stumbled to the bar were she settled up her tab.
After paying, the bartender lined up two shots of tequila, two big shots. “there's your shots ma'am, thanks for that tip it was very generous.”
“My pleasure handsome, thank YOU” mom said with an obviously flirtatious tone.
“Here, to Samantha” Mom said slurring, and sliding a shot over two me, these were obviously doubles. Mom was trying to get me wasted I think.
“Uhoh,” I said as mom downed the shot.
I took my shot a bit slower, wincing as I bit down on my lime accompaniment and guided my mom outside to the curb where I flagged down a cab. Mom was hanging on to me swaying as if the music was still playing. Again grinding her groin against my leg. There were a few cabs parked along the curb but a bright yellow minivan jumped across the road making a U-turn and cutting off the nearest cab that had just flicked on its lights when I hailed.
A thin, wiry Indian man was driving. He jumped out to open the door for us, a big happy grin on his stubbly face. My mother and I piled into the third row seat and she leaned back with a big grin and said “Good grief that bartender was a tall drink of water, I'd like to pour him a shot or two,” she said rubbing her thighs together. Mom was sauced.
“Where to ladies?” the cabby asked in his Indian accent, his voice had a sweet quality to it, genuine.
I told the cab we were headed to my mom's hotel, and he started off. Mom leaned over onto me in the back seat holding me and whispering in my ear “Speaking of tall drink of water, that Jacob of yours is a cute one,” she seemed to be making eyes at the cabby, who was looking back at us in the rear view quite often. Mom leaned back in her seat and pushed up her breasts, her cleavage plumped up nicely.
“MOM” I said feeling a little embarrassed. “He's just my roommate” I lied.
“HAH” mom said “Is that why he was going to help you with your problem?” she whispered, “your little problem?” she said her hand was on my thigh and suddenly lightly brushed my cock. Was that an accident? I was feeling the tequila now and giggled as my mothers fingers dug into my side tickling me. She pounced as my weakness was revealed, tickling me with both hands darting here and there. Again I felt her hand brush my now semi erect penis.
“Stop that, you're drunk!” I said. She pulled away dragging her hands across my lap, I grabbed her wrists to direct her away from my groin but this only made the contact between her hands and my cock more direct, and for a moment her eyes flashed a look of knowing triumph.
“No doubt about it,” she said laughing, “I bet he has a big dick, is it big?” she was having way too much fun with this. She leaned over towards me, putting her hand on my upper thigh, whispering into my ear, “bet you've seen it haven't you,” her breath heavily laden with the smell of tequila was making me dizzy as she continued teasing me about Jake, “How does he help with your problem? Does he have fun with Samantha? What size shoe does he wear? Does he like older women? Maybe I could borrow that big dick of his,” she continued her query assault.
I was fending her off with my own hands in a familial kind of way holding hands with her, shrugging off her grasping hugs, but she was winning the war, all but obscenely groping me in front of our wide eyed cab driver. I didn't think he could hear us as some kind of Indian music was playing up front and we were speaking in low voices or whispering outright, but our body language and handsy antics were giving him a show. Moms hands were everywhere, touching my exposed mid drift with comments like “you look trim,” or, “you've been working out,” when she rubbed the top of my thigh. Her more naughty comments were reserved for the centimeter of space between her lips and my ear, pulling me to her when she wanted to expound on Jake's anatomy or the cabby's ever watching eyes.
“MOM GOD,” I protested as her hands were pushing my training bra up trying to make it appear as if I had even the slightest cleavage. I was getting more embarrassed by the minute, and more turned on. “I need you to stop Mom,” I said in a serious voice. I now had to forcefully push my erection between my legs, I didn't want anyone to see how very aroused I was.
She was quiet for a few seconds, that all too familiar knowing smile on her face, and then leaned back in her seat, locking eyes on the rear view mirror where our captive audience was glued to the view of two drunk, good looking women talking cock. “Don't worry, I wouldn't know what to do with one its been so long,” she said, was she talking about Jacob's cock or mine. In any event I had no doubt she would in fact know exactly what to do with one. She was now flirting with the mirror, pouting her lips and grinding her thighs together tightly. Soon the van pulled up at the hotel, we got out and mom paid the driver. I noticed him checking her out shyly as she leaned over, spilling her cleavage out. She was now brazenly flirting with him, leaning into the cab with her chest poked out, “Thank you sooo much you're such a good driver!” I was getting the distinct impression my mom was horny as hell.
The bewildered driver fumbled around for a second and handed her a card, “Thank you SO very much, I am at your service call me anytime!” he said enthusiastically.
“Let's get you upstairs Mom,” I said in desperation as the cabby was starting to smile a little too much for comfort. We made it to the elevator which thankfully was empty and Mom hit the fifth floor button. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close, my still erect penis was now grinding against her and she was swaying to the music playing in the elevator humming along to it. “Oh my goodness I had soo much fun tonight baby, just us girls,” she said with an exaggerated inflection on the girls part. “Mmmm, some of you is still boy,” she said, laughing grinding her hips into me. She was rubbing against me hard enough that I was beginning wet my shorts with my juices. I was feeling light headed as we dry humped, my hands slid down her sides and rested at the top of her ass. I grabbed her belt and pulled her towards me. I stumbled a bit falling back against the wall in the elevator and she leaned into me humming and laying her head on my shoulder still grinding her pelvis into mine pinning my erection between us. I was trying my best to avoid it but my cock was screaming for attention and despite my best efforts I felt my hips rock back and forth with hers, pushing my erection between us until I felt like I was going to...
DING, saved by the bell, the elevator doors opened and mom opened her blurry eyes and pushed herself upright. “Woah, is it hot in here?” she asked breathlessly as she gathered herself, flushed. She looked down between us then back up to my face with a mischievous grin and grabbed my arm pulling me out into the hotel hallway. I walked her to her room to make sure she got in OK, praying no one would see us. After fumbling around with her key card and finally getting the door open we stumbled into her room.
She dropped her purse on the chair next to the bed and flopped down on her back still chiding me about my little problem. “Who's going to help you now,” she asked in a hushed tone. I sat on the chair next to the bed and reached down to take Mom's foot. I took her shoes off for her, holding her beautiful feet lovingly, she moaned a bit mumbling something. I always adored my moms feet, I spent many afternoons giving her foot massages after her long workdays, and took a moment to relive old times rubbing them firmly with my thumbs on her soles pushing my palm into her high arches. She groaned “Oh, I miss your foot rubs so much,” she said and was soon arching her back and moaning in a a very evocative manner. At this point my cock had been hard for some time I could feel a slick wetness in my panties. I put one of moms foot in my lap while I took the other. She purred a bit and stretched, pushing her foot against my hard penis. She giggled and smiled rubbing her foot back and forth, curling her toes over the tip of it. Every so often as I rubbed her foot she would push her other foot into my erection rubbing it as if to keep it erect. After a moment or two she seemed to drift into a light slumber, her foot still resting on my aching cock. I swung her feet over onto the bed I didn't want to leave her like that so I moved her further up the bed and put a pillow beneath her head. I slowly undid the buttons of her blouse and undid her belt buckle. “Ohhh..” she moaned. I was suddenly feeling flushed and lightheaded. I undid the buttons on my Mom's jeans (buttonfly, always classy) and wiggled her jeans down her hips “Oh my, get those off there,” she said, lifting her hips as I pulled them off revealing her toned legs smoothly shaven and tanned. Her beige panties were lace trimmed but conservative, small, just covering her pubic regions with just a wisp of hair poking out around the trim at the top where pulling her pants off had tugged them down slightly. I was shaking. I looked up to see mom opening her blouse, she was indeed looking thinner than usual but healthy. Her Bra was barely holding onto her mid sized breasts, the areolas showing just above the lace trim, she must have really given the cabby a good view. She sat up pulling her blouse off and throwing it on the chair by the window with a flourish, the falling back onto the soft bedding, breifly cupping her breasts and giving them an adjustment before running her hands down her body to her pubic area holding her privates with both hands and squeezing her legs together with a moan. Beneath her breasts her abs were smooth and defined. A smidgen of fat around her belly faded into her wide hips seamlessly, giving her a model like hourglass figure that I would kill for. She had obviously been laying out I could see the tan lines disappearing beneath the lace trim of her panties. I pulled the comforter over her, slowly covering her body drinking in the sight of her beautiful feminine form. I looked up to see her looking back at me through squinted eyes. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and brushed the hair away from her face and she smiled up at me “I'm so proud of you baby,” she sat up in bed and gave me a big hug. When she let go her hand fell into my lap. There was no hiding my erection, no explaining it, nor did she ask for an explanation. She didn't say anything she just smiled and started rubbing it.
I didn't move to stop her I just leaned back. Her mouth was open as she rubbed my cock. She looked at me with half closed eyes, smiling a drunken smile, biting her lower lip. She put her hand up the leg of my shorts, just the thin material of my yoga pants and a silk thong were between my mothers hand and my cock as she stroked my throbbing member with her soft touch. I noticed now that her other hand was beneath the blanket between her legs. She rested her head on my shoulder as she continued massaging my cock and her left hand kept about its business, I reached my hand up and stroked her hair. She moaned in my ear. I felt her breath hot against the side of my neck. Her lips touched my neck and I felt chills run up my spine. I leaned back, involuntarily opening my legs to allow her better access.
“Oh baby,” she said and then she bit my earlobe. I was overcome with lust now, I didn't have any idea where this was going but I had no ability to stop it now, whatever happened, I could not resist. My hand slipped behind her, I ran my fingers up the small of her back, feeling her backbone up to her bra strap. Deftly I undid the hook of her bra. The bra straps fell from her shoulders but her bra remained, held in place by the very breasts it cupped. She kissed my neck below my ear her hands were both moving faster, I couldn't move, afraid she would stop, afraid she wouldn't.
“Mmmmm...” she mumbled something I couldn't understand, she shook briefly as if she were experiencing a small orgasm, “Ohhhhh...” Her hand grabbed my hard cock very firmly squeezing and then slowed and stopped moving. Her head resting on my shoulder, she began to snore softly. I sat there frozen for some time. My sore and neglected penis was slowly beginning to shrink. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled her hand from beneath my shorts and laid her back onto her pillow, brushing the hair out of her face one more time. I finished removing her bra, and sat admiring her breasts, C-cup and still fairly perky for a woman who was nearly 40. Her large areolas where pink and puffy, erect nipples as large as pencil erasers. Her tanning bikini obviously didn't leave much to the imagination as the small untanned triangles barely covered her breasts tanned edges along the sides and bottom. I pulled her hand out of her panties and the faint aroma of woman wafted up briefly. Begrudgingly, I slowly tucked her in, pulling the puffy comforter up and taking her jewelry off and setting it on the nightstand. I gathered her clothes and set them on the chair I had been sitting in, next to her handbag. Her handbag was open and I couldn't help but notice a slender purple object. Curiosity took over me and I opened the further. That wasn't a toothbrush holder. About seven inches long and as big around as a roll of quarters with a smooth rounded tip and a cap on the bottom. I reached in a picked it up. I went to remove the cap but it turned with a click and then began vibrating! 'OMG Mom,' I had stumbled on my mothers vibrator. I chuckled softly looking at it. It definitely looked like a moms vibrator, as conservative as a sex toy might get. 'Damn she is hard up,' I thought to myself. I carefully replaced her friend in her purse and finished tidying up. I sat with her for a minute to make sure she didn't get sick, but after feeling sure she would sleep soundly, I turned out the light, slipped out of her room to make my way back to campus.
Now I REALLY needed to cum badly.
I found that the same cab driver was in the check out lane at the hotel, so I climbed in the back, “Kinnerman Hall,” I said.
“Yes Ma'am,” he said and after a moment he added, “I thought that was a boys dorm,” he said as the cab pulled out of the hotel lot.
I was still pretty turned on and my cock was semi hard and tucked between my thighs. I rubbed them together and arched my back in the vans middle row of seats. I could see the cabby eyeing me in the rear view.
“It is,” I said in a breathy tone. My dick was rapidly swelling between my thighs and I reached down and adjusted it, pulling it up into the front of my panties and began stroking it, spreading my legs. I saw the cabby turn down his rear view mirror for a better view. “mmmmmm,” I moaned loudly stroking my cock through the various layers of fabric, my erection now a clearly visible bulge in my shorts. I kicked my shoes off and put my foot up on the console my sexy pink socks drawing the drivers gaze and his mouth gaped a bit as I pointed my toe lightly brushing the side of his arm with my slender foot.
“Oh,” he said, “I hope you don't mind me saying you are very pretty, I had no idea you were transgender person, or uh what you like to be called, I don't even know? We are having many in India but mostly they are very very manlike. You are incredible though, I totally had no idea, I thought maybe you and your friend were girlfriends the way you two were going on,” I saw his own hand go to his lap, shifting around what I assumed was his growing erection. “She was pretty drunk huh, was she...also...?”
“That was my Mother.” I said in a quiet voice, now very hard and earnestly rubbing myself through my clothes, “she was very drunk yes.”
“OH WOW” he said, “She looked amazing for a mom I wouldn't have guessed, surprises surprises” he said adjusting the mirror again, now I could see his arm better in his mirror from the angle, and he was clearly stroking his own cock.
“Too be clear I'm not transgender, I'm more just androgynous?” I said, as if asking myself or him what I might really classify myself as. “I just prefer the female asthetic.... and I like cock... mine and other peoples. I like girls too, but its different with them than it is for other guys I think.”
I decided to give him a proper show, “I am really horny, you don't mind if I...”
“No NO, make yourself comfortable,” he said, I saw him flip the meter off and he added “I will take the scenic route, no extra charge. It's a college town I have had many amorous kids riding in the back, but I must admit none so interesting as you, no no no no, not one. They sometimes ask me to drive around while they make kissy face, one time even, a girl gave a boy a BJ. Don't worry though,” he interjected quickly, “I clean the seats very regularly! Also, I am very discreet!”
He turned his cab away from the University heading for the edge of town. I raised my hips and pulled down my shorts and yoga pants, working them down my hips slowly, making an exaggerated effort of it and sticking my panty clad cock out with a thrust of my hips. It slipped out of the leg hole of my panties seminal fluid already leaking out of the tip. I wiped it off with a finger bringing it to my mouth, sucking it loudly. I took my dick in hand sliding my panties to the side and moving a bit forward in my seat and spreading my legs wide. The cab was winding its way through a quiet neighborhood, well after midnight the houses were all dark, each road light we passed briefly flooded the van exposing my salacious activities to the driver. He was driving very slowly taking his time alternating between watching me in the mirror and watching the road. Every so often he would look around behind him to get a better view. I was flicking my ponytail with my other hand across my face, sometimes catching it in my mouth for a second, sometimes reaching down to pinch my nipples.
“Wow, you are really sexy” the driver said, “I like you.”
I was thinking of my mothers body now, seeing her laying on the bed rubbing her thighs together, seeing her slender wrist disappearing beneath the leg of my shorts as she stroked my cock. The way she shook when her orgasm took her. My cock was very hard.
The van took a turn down an alley between two rows of houses, the street ran through the middle of a circle of houses so we were behind houses on both sides of the road, most of them obscured from view by trees and sheds privacy fences and other back yard structures, which made the narrow street very secluded. The driver turned off the headlights, and stopped the van putting it in park but the engine was still running. I finished taking my pants off and resumed my work, sliding over to the seat directly behind the mirror to offer a better view and opening my legs further, stroking my cock and reaching my other hand down to my anus, rubbing it. I heard the zipper of his pants, and he leaned down and spit on his palm. He looked back at the mirror watching me masturbate. I was so turned on by everything I soon reached the edge. My mom, the park, Jake, Matt and Don, everything was running through my mind, my heart was racing, I was overcome with lust and without thinking about it I climbed over the console threw my leg over the startled cab driver and reached down to grab his hardened penis. “Woah! what are...” Shocked he moved his hands and reached up putting them on my sides as I guided his swollen cock head to the entrance of my ass. “Uhnnh...” he grunted as I stroked his cock a few times while I rubbed his swollen head on my asshole. I sat down slowly wriggling my hips back and forth until his dick pushed into my anus, groaning loudly with pleasure. I had to go slow I was dry and he hadnt self lubricated very much but soon I picked up the pace.
“Oh goodness,” he said and leaned his head back. I pursed my lips in concentration as I resumed stroking my own cock as I rose and fell onto his. Reaching behind him I grabbed the head rest for support, stroking faster now and finding a rhythm with my ass. My right foot found purchase on the edge of the drivers seat and my left leg rested over the console between the seats. His cock wasn't thick but it was long and it was giving me exactly what I was craving while I furiously beat my meat.
Soon I was cumming, moaning and breathing heavy, I leaned forward and put my head on his shoulder as I came all over his plaid button up. Right hand now free I grabbed the headrest with both hands squared up on my captive fuck, and stared him in his large brown eyes as I began to fuck him hard. My ass was meeting his hips with a rhythmic thump, the look on his face had changed from intense surprise to ecstatic enthrallment. His formerly uninvolved hands were now groping my body his long fingers were rubbing my back and sides, grabbing my ass. One of his hands was suddenly pushing its way under my bra touching my swollen nipple, sending a shock wave through me, I threw my head back in pleasure, my ass was full and his cock rubbing my prostate was bringing me to the edge of a second orgasm.
I fucked him faster and faster until I saw him close his eyes, “I'm cumming Ohhh I am cumming you are so sex,” his English was fairly good but his accent was thick. His brow furrowed and his face grimaced and I could feel his cock ejecting its load into my bowels. His hands gripped my ass hard as he came and I also started leaking a weak, second stream of fluids onto his already messy shirt. My second orgasm was different, seemed to be gripping me from the inside, I shook and my abs tightened as I momentarily lost my breath.
“UHHHGGODD!” I moaned as my wind came back in a rush. I felt lightheaded, weak. My hands were still clenching the posts of his headrest so tightly my knuckles were white. I rose and fell onto his still hard cock a few more moments.
“ Oh gosh,” he said meekly looking down between us at my twitching penis. “You are so surprising me, that was so amazing.”
“MMMmmm, whats your name, I'm Samantha... Sam” I said, grinding my ass against his lap my anus still periodically clenching at his still hard cock.
“I'm Vijay,” he said, “Vijay Bhatt, at your service,” his hands were now stroking my ass gingerly.
I was seeing him for the first time really, dense five o'clock shadow on his dark face, he had large brown eyes, that looked black in the dimly lit alleyway. He had a thin, long face with thick eyebrows and neatly trimmed and parted jet black hair. He was very thin with long arms and legs his hands were as long and thin as the rest of him. He smelled of exotic incense and mint, tea tree oil. I gasped as I pulled off of him suddenly feeling shy, embarrassed and shamefully slutty.
“I'm not usually like this …” I lied, I know who I am, but he doesn't have to, “I guess I am a bit drunk.”
“Nothing like this is ever happening with me,” he said in an almost stereotypical Indian accent. “I am not... I mean I am... I like women … usually...” he paused and looked as if he might be offending me... “ But YOU! You are verryy ...” he backpedaled, struggling to dig his way out of the hole he had dug for himself, but I was far from offended.
“You're sweet,” I said and kissed his stubbly cheek. I slid back to the center row and started putting my pants back on wiping the cum leaking from my ass with my shorts and putting them in my bag. Vijay was straightening up himself, he took off his flannel shirt revealing a white tank top beneath. His chest was very hairy, even his shoulders had hair on them.
“Back to Kinnerman... Sam?” he asked in a very professional tone.
“Sure, Vijay,” I replied quietly.
We didn't say much on the way back to the dorm, but when we got there he wouldn't let me pay, “No no no no no,” he said quickly, “my pleasure for you,” and he handed me his card which said simply, 'Vijay Bhatt - Bhatt 24/7 cab service - (555)515-5875,' “Please call me anytime you need a ride, I will come right away twenty four seven,” his smile was disarming and endearing. I smiled back and put his card in my bag.
“Thank you so much, I will.”
“Seriously anytime” he said as I shut the door. I waved quickly and headed into the dorm. I looked down at my watch. '2 AM,' I thought, 'I wonder if Matt is up...'