🚨I'm not just a freak, i'm an artist and a writer also! I ha..

🚨I'm not just a freak, i'm an artist and a writer also! I have been working on turning some of my favorite real life perverted Uber experiences into stories - hopefully this is something my fans are interested in as well! 📖🍆🥵🚗 I can't fit it all here, so DM me or tip me if you want to read the rest!🚨

WET SANDS

The sweltering hot summer sun beat relentlessly on me as I waited at the gas station, its rays penetrating every nook and cranny. I sat, sweltering in my car, the heat seeping through the windows and engulfing me in a wave of stifling air. The metallic smell of gasoline wafted through the air, mixed with the sharp tang of salt from the nearby ocean. In the distance, the familiar sounds of beachgoers laughing and waves crashing provided a contrast to this mundane setting. Parked and waiting for my next fare, sweat trickled down my temple. But it wasn't just the heat that had me feeling hot and bothered. My mind drifted back to the sexy couple I had dropped off earlier – a horny husband and wife feeling each other up in the backseat of my car. Their sneaky caresses, lustful kisses, and intense gazes had worked me up, and I had loved every second of it.

"Damn," I muttered under my breath, adjusting myself in the driver's seat.

My eyes wandered over to a group of girls in beachwear entering the market portion of the gas station. It was like watching a flock of bright, tropical birds strut into a dusty, sun-bleached desert; Their moist skin glistened with perspiration, and their barely-there bikinis left little to the imagination. The thought of licking the salt and sweat off the girls' skin made my mouth water, my taste buds tingling with desire.

The brunette’s perfectly shaped ass made my cock twitch from its spot in my shorts, yearning to caress every inch with my hands. As my gaze followed her, she turned her head, our eyes connecting in a charged moment. Her emerald eyes stared into mine with an intense, unspoken invitation. A wicked smile crept onto her lips and my heart pounded in my chest. She entered the gas station with a swish of her hip, the door closing behind her like a shut gate to paradise.

I gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. The air conditioner's hum in my car was the only sound breaking the silence, contrasting with the troubling thoughts that filled my mind. The couple's intensity from before still burned within me, their moans still echoing in my ears and this girl—her bold glance—still driving me wild.

"Dare I?" I wondered aloud, glancing at the rearview mirror. The backseat was empty now, invitingly clean and quiet. It was a space brimming with fantasies yet unfulfilled; wild imaginations waiting to come to life.

I could practically savor the salty sweat dripping from her skin as we got lost in a steamy make-out session, giving into our carnal urges with no second thoughts or restrictions.

"Fuck, she's hot," I thought to myself, my hand instinctively moving to touch my cock over my shorts. The thrill of being caught only added fuel to the fire of desire raging within me.

"Fuck it!" I stepped out of my car casting a glance at the gas station's entrance. The sumptuous curves of the brunette's body invaded my thoughts again, making me ache with desire. Heat surged through me—not just from the sun above—but from an inner fire stoked by pure lust. I began to walk over to her when the sharp ping of my phone startled me out of my lustful daydream. I glanced at the screen and saw a new rider request – Sienna, just a couple of blocks away on the beach. Interesting. With one last lingering look at the girls in the gas station, I shifted gears and headed towards the pickup location.

As I pulled up to the beach, just past Venice Blvd, I spotted her waiting near the corner – a vision of sun-kissed skin and enticing curves. She stood stretched out against the stop sign, her legs going on for miles. Loose, wavy hair cascaded down to the middle of her back, shadows and sunlight danced together on the strands. She was wearing a white bikini top and and bottoms and a gauzy cover-up draped over her like an afterthought, displaying an expanse of bare bronzed skin that I couldn't tear my eyes from. My breath caught in my throat as I drank in the sight of her.

"Hi, are you Sienna?" I called out, trying to maintain an air of professionalism despite the way her body set my pulse racing.

"Yep, that's me," she replied, flashing me a dazzling smile as she sauntered towards the car, her voice just as enticing as the rest of her. The scent of coconut oil and saltwater filled the car and I couldn't help but imagine running my tongue along her curves, tracing her feet to her ass to her lips. Her hips swayed hypnotically with each step, and my eyes drifted down to admire the enticing jiggle of her thighs.

"Great, hop in," I told her, trying to keep my voice steady as my mind raced with fantasies of touching every inch of her exposed flesh.

As she slid into the backseat, her cover-up slipped open just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her toned stomach and the swell of her breasts. My cock twitched in response, straining against the fabric of my shorts.

"Nice day for the beach, huh?" I asked, attempting to make small talk while surreptitiously adjusting myself.

"Sure," she responded, her voice flat and unenthused. I noticed how she frequently adjusted herself on the back seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs ever so often. It was hard to concentrate on driving when all I could think about was pulling over and shoving my cock inside this woman.

My fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white as my mind flooded with wild thoughts of Sienna sprawled out beneath the sun, her glistening body pleading for my cock. I swallowed hard, trying to focus on the road ahead as we began the drive to Santa Monica.

Sienna, oblivious to my internal struggle, gazed out the window, her eyes taking in the ocean view. As I glanced at her through the rearview mirror, I couldn't stop fantasizing about fucking her on the beach, feeling her tight pussy quiver underneath me as we rode the tumultuous waves and salty air.

"Enjoying the scenery?" she asked, catching my lingering gaze in the mirror.

"Absolutely," I replied, forcing a casual smile as my heart raced in my chest.

The sunlight filtered through the car windows, casting Sienna's body in a golden glow that highlighted each curve and dip. I couldn't help but let my eyes linger on her, taking in every inch of her glowing skin as she busily tapped away at her phone.

"Did you catch any waves today?" I asked, trying to engage her in conversation.

"Uh-huh," she murmured absentmindedly, not even bothering to look up from her game. "It was fun."

I swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise within me. My hand drifted down to my lap, fingers lightly brushing against the bulge in my shorts. Damn, this woman was driving me insane, and she didn't even realize it.

"Sounds like a great way to spend the day," I said, attempting to keep my voice steady. My mind filled with images of her riding the waves, water cascading off her tanned skin, her body glistening beneath the sun. I gripped my cock through my shorts, the pressure both torturous and intoxicating.

"Yup," she replied, still engrossed in her game. The sound of her tapping on the screen filled the silence between us, making me all the more aware of the growing ache in my groin.

My gaze flicked back to the rearview mirror, taking in the swell of her tits and the tantalizing hint of cleavage barely hidden by her bikini top. God, I wanted to run my tongue along that delicate curve, feel her skin against mine as I explored every inch of her body.

"Not too much further," I said, my voice strained as I tried to focus on the road ahead.

"Good," she said, glancing up for a moment before returning her attention to her phone.

The red light bathed the car in an eerie glow, and my thoughts spiraled downward into a dark fantasy. I imagined Sienna's bikini-clad body spread out on the hood of the car, right in the middle of the intersection, our bodies slick with sweat and desire.

My eager hands caressed her glistening skin, fingers delving between her parted thighs deep in her pussy as I expertly brought her to the brink of ecstasy on the hood of the car. I roughly guided her to her knees, forcing my cock into her warm mouth as she looked up at me with lust-filled eyes. Her soft lips formed around my shaft, sucking and slurping as she worked me feverishly, desperate to please me.

The honking of horns and shouts of onlookers would have just served to fuel our lust, the risk of being caught heightening the pleasure.

"Uh, the light's green," Sienna said, snapping me back to reality.

"Right, thanks," I replied quickly, accelerating through the intersection. As I glanced in the rearview mirror, I caught her adjusting her bikini top. For a brief moment, she flashed me a glimpse of her nipple. A jolt of electricity shot through me. Was that intentional, or just an accident?

"Sorry if I distracted you," she said playfully, meeting my gaze in the mirror.

"Uh, no problem," I stammered, trying to keep it cool. "So, what game were you playing on your phone?"

"Beach Brawl," she answered, showing me her screen for a moment. "It was pretty addictive."

"Looks fun," I said, my mind still racing from the brief flash of her nipple. God, I wanted to taste her – to flick my tongue around the edge of her areola while one hand wrapped around her waist and the other gently squeezed her breast.

"Are you into games?" she asked, pulling me back from the edge of my fantasies.

"Sometimes," I replied, hoping my voice didn't betray my true thoughts. "But usually, I was too busy driving people around."

"Ah, the life of a driver," she mused, her eyes drifting back to her phone.

"I did more than just drive," I confessed trying to focus on the conversation and not my raging hard-on – throbbing against my pants as if desperate for attention. I couldn't help but wonder what Sienna would have done if she knew exactly how much she was affecting me. Would she have been shocked? Or would she have taken control – grasping my shaft firmly in her hand before guiding me inside of her?

"Almost there," I said as we approached her destination, the end of our encounter drawing near.

"Good," she said, glancing up for a moment before returning her attention to her phone. And just like that, I was left alone with my thoughts once more, my fantasies of Sienna providing a dangerous yet irresistible escape from reality.

The silence in the car grew heavy as I tried to focus on driving, but my mind kept racing back to that brief moment when Sienna's nipple appeared. Was that intentional or just an accident? Would she have been open to something more if I had taken the initiative?

The car sped down the road, but my mind was trapped in a memory from just five nights ago. A woman I had picked up at the bar writhed beneath me in the backseat – her legs spread wide and draped around my waist while my tongue traced a wet path along her inner thigh.

The woman hadn't been shy. She had flounced into the backseat, her short dress riding up to reveal that she wasn't wearing any underwear – her neatly trimmed bush glistening with moisture. The ride was long and out of the way, but she didn't seem to care. She undid her seatbelt, letting it snap back into place before crawling towards me.

"Adventure," she had whispered, her breath hot against my neck as she straddled my lap and initiated a deep, passionate kiss – our tongues dancing together in an intricate waltz.

Her soft body pressed against mine as I explored her with my hands – fingers trailing along the curve of her hip before finding their way to her swollen clit. She moaned into my mouth as my fingers stroked her relentlessly, her back arching as she reached a shuddering climax.

Next thing I knew, I was in the backseat – thrusting into her while she dug her nails into my shoulders. Our bodies moved in harmony, each powerful thrust met with a satisfied gasp until we both reached our peak – our passion melting into one another as the car windows fogged up around us.

As we approached Sienna's house, the memory of her screams, the way her body shuddered beneath me, sent a jolt of excitement through my veins. I wanted it to be Sienna. I shook my head to clear my mind, but it was like trying to empty an ocean with a teacup - pointless.

"Almost there," I said, trying to focus on the road ahead.

"Good," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The air between us crackled with possibility, and I found myself growing more and more hopeful that maybe, just maybe, Sienna might be willing to indulge in my wildest fantasies. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I imagined the two of us entwined, our bodies pressed together in desperate, nasty need.

The sun cast a molten glow through the car windows as it began to dip below the horizon. I couldn't help but watch Sienna in the rearview mirror, my eyes hungrily taking in every inch of her body. The tension in the car was palpable, for me at least, and every movement she made only served to heighten my desire for her.

"Damn," I murmured under my breath, unable to look away as she moved languidly in her seat. Sweat glistened on her smooth skin as she stretched her arm, revealing the curve of her armpit. Her body was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, creating a heavenly glow around her. The scent of Sienna's sweat and musk filled the air, a mixture of sweet and tangy that ignited a primal desire within me.

The sexy scent filled my nostrils, driving me wild with lust. The thought of burying my face deep in her armpits as she moaned, ingesting her scent and musk while I stroked my cock passed through my mind. I could've cum right there from just the idea, I thought.

"Sorry, was that too loud?" she asked, a teasing smile playing across her lips. Her fingers rubbed her armpit, lingering momentarily.

"Uh, no, you're fine," I stammered, trying to regain my composure. My heart raced, and I found myself wondering if she was in the same mood that I was.

My fingers brushed against the bulge in my shorts, and I couldn't help but stroke myself lightly as I continued to watch Sienna. She seemed oblivious to my actions, her attention focused on the passing scenery outside the window. The sight of her so close yet so untouchable was maddening, and my hand moved faster, stroking my cock on top of my shorts, driven by my need for release. I hoped she would catch me.

"Such a beautiful day, wasn't it?" Sienna muses, her voice soft and sultry.

"Y-yeah, it was," I replied, my breath hitching as I struggled to maintain control over my body's urges.

"Are you okay up there?" she asked, her eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. "You seemed... tense."

"Um, yeah" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I should have stopped stroking my cock, but I couldn’t.

The sun beat down on the car, casting a golden glow over Sienna's creamy thighs as she idly scrolled through her phone. My heart raced and my cock throbbed painfully against the tight confinement of my shorts, the head now visibly pulsating with need, peaking out of the bottom of my shorts. I couldn't help but watch as she adjusted her bathing suit, pulling the fabric away from her crotch, and I let out a soft, involuntary moan.

"Excuse me?" Sienna looked up sharply, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Uh, sorry," I stammered, trying to play it off. "I just remembered I forgot to do something earlier." My mind raced, desperate for anything that might divert her attention from my obvious arousal.

"Are you sure you're alright?" she asked, her tone wary. It was clear she didn't entirely buy my explanation, but she seemed more concerned than offended.

"Absolutely," I replied, forcing a casual smile. "Just had a long day, that's all." God, if only she knew how true that was, but not for the reasons she might think.

"Okay, then. If you say so," she said, returning her attention to her phone, her fingers tapping away at the screen.

As Sienna's house came into view, I managed to pull my gaze away from her just long enough to cover my throbbing erection. "There's parking at the end of the block," she suggested helpfully. "You can drop me off there."

"Sure thing," I replied, trying to sound casual as I navigated the car to the suggested spot. The tension in the air was palpable, and I couldn't tell if it was just my overactive imagination or if she had picked up on my lustful thoughts.

"Thanks for the ride," Sienna said as she opened the door, her tone polite but detached. She gave me a brief smile before stepping out of the car, leaving me alone with my heated desires.

"Take care," I mumbled, my voice barely audible. Damn.

As she began walking up the street, my eyes were immediately drawn to the seductive sway of her hips. Her ass, even more enticing than I had imagined, bounced hypnotically with each step she took. My excitement grew, and before I knew it, my hand was back on my cock - this time stroking myself without restraint, watching her from a distance.

"Fuck," I hissed under my breath, unable to tear my gaze away from her retreating figure. My mind raced with thoughts of what I would give to have her naked and writhing beneath me, my hands gripping those delectable curves.

"Tommy, you sick fuck," I scolded myself, continuing to stroke my hard length. The knowledge that I was indulging in such a perverse act only served to heighten the thrill, fueling my arousal even further.

"Damn it, I needed this so bad," I thought, my breathing growing ragged as I imagined plunging deep inside of her, claiming her body as my own.

As Sienna's hips swayed tantalizingly around the corner, she casually dropped her cover, revealing the top of her thong bathing suit. The sight sent a jolt through me, and I couldn't help but imagine her perfect ass spread and pressed against my seat with nothing but that thin fabric separating us.

"Damn," I muttered to myself, my heart pounding in my chest. Glancing back at the seat where she had been sitting, I noticed a tiny puddle of wetness and the unmistakable imprint of her ass. My mouth went dry, and my cock throbbed with need.

"Could it be...?" I wondered, my mind racing with the possibility that the wetness might be more than just ocean water. Driven by lustful curiosity, I crawled into the backseat and brought my face close to the damp spot, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck, that smelled so good," I murmured, my thoughts consumed by Sienna's intoxicating scent. Unable to resist any longer, I extended my tongue and slowly licked the seat, savoring the taste of her, even if it was only the residue from the ocean. It didn't matter; the thought that it could possibly be her pussy juices was enough to push me over the edge.

"God, what was I doing?" I asked myself, my arousal verging on desperation as I continued to lap up the wetness left behind in broad daylight. "I've never been this turned on before." I knew it was twisted, perverse even, but I couldn't deny the desire that coursed through me.

"Please let this be her," I silently pleaded, the taste of salt and something more driving me wild. With every stroke of my tongue against the leather, I grew more and more desperate for her.


"Sienna," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heavy breathing. The name fell from my lips like a prayer, a plea for something more than just this fleeting taste of her. The scent of the seat, mixed with remnants of Sienna's wetness, filled my nostrils as I kneeled on the backseat floor. My shorts slid down my legs, pooling at my ankles. Gripping my throbbing erection, I began to stroke myself ferociously, each movement fueled by my unbridled lust.


“God, Sienna," I murmured, the sound of her name only further intensifying my desire...