I Sat Up Front with the Driver and Didn’t Regret It
My name is Daniela Restrepo, I’m thirty-three years old, and I’m from Cali, in Valle del Cauca. I have brown skin, honey-colored eyes, and chestnut hair that falls halfway down my back. I’m tall, slim, and if there’s one thing I take care of, it’s my body, because the gym is almost a religion to me. My boobs aren’t big or small, just average, round and perky; what squats did give me is an ass that gets more attention than it probably should, the kind that stands out even under a church dress.
I’m single, and not because I’m bitter or complicated. I know what a lot of people think: that at my age I should already be married or at least in something serious. The truth is I enjoy my life too much to hand it over. I like going shopping with my friends, going out partying, spending time with my family. Someday I’ll have to settle down, I suppose, but for now I’d rather live my own way. I don’t like having to tell anyone where I’m going or where I’m coming from, and much less having to keep checking my phone. Let’s just say I’m a one-night kind of woman; I don’t even like the cheesiness of restaurant dinners. I’d rather be offered a drink and then whatever cock has to go in, goes in.
If there’s one sacred thing for us women from Cali, it’s weekend outings. We’ll skip coffee before we skip a party, and last Friday was no exception. The problem is that almost all my friends have boyfriends, and my best friend is already married to a man more jealous than any schoolboy boyfriend. So I decided not to beg anyone and go out alone. I showered around eight at night and got ready calmly.
I put on a white blouse made of light fabric, so thin my nipples showed every time it brushed against something, a tight blue denim short that hugged my ass and left my legs bare, white socks, and pink sneakers. Under the shorts, nothing. No thong, no string, pussy out, warm and shaved, with that rough fabric rubbing straight against me that had me wet before I even left. I put on some gold earrings and a little chain with a pendant I almost never take off, because it has the photo of my little dog, who died a few years ago. Over the blouse I threw on a black jacket, because the night promised to be cold. A little perfume between my tits and another between my thighs, my purse on my shoulder with my phone inside, and I went out to the living room to request the ride through the app.
The assigned driver was named Ramiro Estrada. According to the photo, he was a man in his sixties, cinnamon skin, dark eyes, short hair with quite a bit of gray, medium height, and a stocky build. I put the phone away again and went outside to wait for him. Since he was close, it didn’t even take five minutes. He arrived in a white SUV, and the truth is that in person he looked much better than in the photo. He had the air of a calm man, the kind who has lived long enough not to rush over anything, and big, thick hands, the kind you immediately imagine gripping your ass without asking permission.
The first thing he did was get out from the driver’s seat to open the door for me. He opened the back door, because most people prefer not to sit up front. But I wasn’t going to waste the chance to talk, so I asked him to please open the passenger side instead. He looked at me for a second, smiled, and opened it for me. When I settled in, he closed it softly, went around the SUV, and got in beside me. He pulled off slowly, without hurry. I crossed my legs in a way I know very well what it provokes, and the shorts rode up even higher, leaving half my thigh uncovered.
Women from Cali talk their heads off, and that night I was no exception. During the ride I was like a detective interrogating a suspect, because I asked Ramiro everything. I’m too curious, I can’t help it. He told me he had been married three times. From the first one he was left widowed, because of fate; she was his youth love, Consuelo, the girl he’d been with since school and married at twenty-four. His second wife, Amparo, lasted only three years, because she left him for a younger man. With the current one, Rosalba, he had already been together five years.
Since I already trusted him a little more, the conversation started getting more charged without me really noticing. He confessed that his sex life wasn’t the best, and not because of age. Turns out Rosalba suffers from a condition that causes her chronic pain in her pussy, so for a long time they’ve avoided fucking so as not to hurt her. Ramiro told me he understands and respects her, that he’d rather take care of himself with his hand, because, in his own words, his dick still gets hard like it did when he was twenty and the desire hasn’t left him.
I don’t know exactly when it happened, but that conversation started heating me up more than I’m willing to admit. Thinking about all the semen that man had been holding in for years, about how many wanks he must have had thinking about someone else’s pussy, lit something up inside me. I felt mine starting to get wet, my lower lips swelling against the seam of the jeans, and my nipples hardening under the blouse. It’s not the same to relieve yourself alone as it is with a hungry mouth on top of you, I thought. There was already plenty of trust. All that was missing was for someone to take the initiative, and Ramiro kept looking at my legs out of the corner of his eye every time the traffic light stopped us, with that look of a man who hasn’t had it in a while and doesn’t even bother hiding it anymore.
“Papi, what if I help you with that little problem of yours?” I said, smiling at him with all the coquettishness I could muster, while I stroked my own thigh with the tips of my fingers, slowly moving upward toward the hem of my shorts.
We looked at each other. We both knew exactly what was happening. Why pretend and dance around it like we were twenty and on a first date? Him, a mature man seasoned by life; me, a hot bitch who in a few years would enter that stage they say is one of the best. When you want cock, you just take it, no roundabout nonsense.
“What are you proposing, beautiful?” he answered, a little shyly, though the bulge between his legs was speaking louder than his words.
With that decision, my plans for the night changed completely. I almost always go out for drinks only to end up at some motel with a handsome stranger, but this time the routine was going to break in a different way. I just told him to pull over, stop, and let it happen. Ramiro, all obedient, pulled the SUV to the side of the road, on a dark, lonely street. Since the windows were tinted, the only thing we did was roll them all up.
***
I settled sideways in the seat, one leg bent, and started stroking him over his pants. His cock was hard as a rock, throbbing, and it was clearly outlined against the fabric, thick, long, insultingly huge. Seeing my legs bare had him fired up, and that made everything easier for me, because I didn’t have to work to wake him up. I ran my open palm up and down, squeezing him over the pants, feeling him pulse. Ramiro let out a long sigh, eyes half-closed, and sank back against the seat.
“Damn, papi, what the hell is this thing you’ve been keeping hidden down here?” I whispered, biting my lip while I kept squeezing him.
I unbuckled his belt slowly, leisurely, enjoying every second. I lowered the zipper tooth by tooth, and the sound filled the SUV cabin. I slid his pants down to his knees and found plain white briefs, stretched tight by the erection. I ran my nose over it and took a deep breath. He smelled like a man, like soap mixed with sweat, like a cock that needed attention. I bit the bulge softly through the fabric and felt him shudder all over.
When I pulled down his briefs, his cock sprang out in one pull, hard, swollen, the head purple and a drop of pre-cum already showing. I stared at it for a second, not fully believing it. It was enormous, bigger than any dick I’d ever come across, thick as my wrist, the veins running visibly along it, and yet it was beautiful, straight, exactly the way I like them. The image of that cock waiting for my mouth made me even hotter. A jolt shot through me between the legs, and I knew if I ran my hand over my pussy I’d find it soaked.
“Mmmm, papi, and you had all this hidden? Why were you keeping it to yourself, my love? With a cock this delicious, and your wife not able to enjoy it… what a waste,” I said while wrapping my hand around it and starting to jerk him off slowly.
I began with slow motions, sliding my hand up and down the whole length, feeling it get even harder between my fingers. With my thumb I stroked the head, spreading the fluid that came out, while with my other hand I grabbed his balls and squeezed them gently. Ramiro let out some rough, deep moans, the kind from a seasoned man who doesn’t moan just to moan but because he can’t help it anymore. I spat a thick rope of saliva onto the tip and used that to make it slide better, squeezing firmer, twisting my wrist with each downward stroke.
“So fucking good, papi, so thick, so hard… look how it’s throbbing in my hand,” I whispered, picking up the pace. “How long has it been since anyone sucked your dick, my love?”
“Years, baby, years,” he answered me weakly, voice breaking.
I felt a little sad that a man with such an instrument wasn’t getting the attention he deserved, so I decided to stop thinking and surrender to the moment. I leaned over his lap, my ass pointed toward the steering wheel, and started with soft kisses, covering the whole thing. I kissed the base, the balls, ran my tongue along the seam down the middle, went back up the whole length to the tip, giving it wet little kisses, soaking it with saliva. It smelled and tasted like a real man, salty, macho, and for some reason that only turned me on more.
I licked him slowly from bottom to top, like it was a popsicle, tracing the main vein with the tip of my tongue, and when I got to the top I circled the head, sucking it gently. Ramiro let out a groan that seemed to come from his stomach. Finally I opened my mouth wide and took it all in, or at least as much as I could, because suddenly it hit the back of my throat and made me want to cough.
“Oh, papi, yours is so big it won’t all fit… but I’ll try, my love, don’t worry,” I told him, saliva hanging from my lips.
I moved my head up and down his cock, feeling it go in and out of my mouth, sealing my lips around it, sucking hard, making those wet, obscene noises I know drive men crazy. Every time I went down, I squeezed harder, trying to shove it all the way to my throat, and when I came up I pulled it out completely with a sucking sound, only to take it back in with one bite. I ran my tongue underneath it while it was inside me, and when it came out I punished it with quick licks on the tip.
Ramiro stroked my hair with one hand, first tenderly, almost respectfully, as if he didn’t want to rush me. I looked up from below without taking him out of my mouth, eyes watery, and I could feel him throbbing against my tongue. I grabbed his balls with one hand and massaged them, and with the other I took the base to help guide the motion of my mouth. I was soaking the seat with the saliva dripping out of me.
“Oh, my love, you suck so well,” he murmured. “It’s been so long since anyone…”
“Shhh, papi, enjoy it,” I told him, pulling off for a second to speak and then taking him back in all at once until I arched my back from gagging.
Little by little I woke up that wilder side of me that had been asleep. He started taking me by the hair more forcefully, guiding my rhythm, deciding for himself how fast he wanted it. He tied my hair into a knot, gripping it hard like a rein, and started moving my head however he wanted, pushing me down all the way, holding me there for a second, feeling my throat tighten around his cock. At times I couldn’t catch my breath, tears sprang to my eyes, and saliva ran down my chin and onto my blouse. But the feeling of having him that desperate, fucking my mouth like it was a cunt, was stronger than any discomfort.
“Like that, papi, fuck my mouth,” I said on a gasp when he let me breathe. “Fuck it however you want, my love, that’s what it’s there for.”
He’d let me breathe for a moment, only to come back to my mouth with those big hands holding my cheeks, forcing me to open wider. I slipped my hand inside my shorts, between my legs, and found my pussy soaked, dripping, lips swollen. I started rubbing my clit with two fingers while I kept sucking him, and every time he pushed deeper I trembled all over. I was about to cum myself, just from having that cock in my mouth.
I would have liked to keep going, climb on top, ride that cock until I tore myself apart, take him to a motel, have the whole night to ourselves, but that would have been asking for too much. Ramiro had gone years without anyone touching him, and my mouth was rushing him more than a little. I put a hand on his chest and felt his heart pounding wildly. I knew that was his limit. His cock swelled even more between my lips, began throbbing against my tongue, and his balls tightened in my hand.
“I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming,” he growled, grabbing my head with both hands.
“Give it all to me, papi, in my mouth, on my tongue, don’t hold anything back,” I managed to tell him before taking him all the way in again.
While I kept his cock deep in my throat, I felt him shudder all over and come against my tongue with a long moan that escaped from deep in his chest. A thick, hot spurt filled my mouth all at once, followed by another, and another. It was too much; I couldn’t swallow it all, and some of it spilled from the corner of my lips, running down my chin to my chest. I kept sucking him slowly, milking him until the last drop, tasting the thick, salty cum of a man who had gone years without being able to release it inside anyone.
I didn’t pull away. I stayed there a little longer, gently sucking just the tip, until he himself pulled back, exhausted and satisfied. I ran my tongue over it one last time, slowly, gathering what had escaped, and smiled at him with shiny lips. Ramiro looked at me like he still couldn’t believe what had just happened. I opened my mouth to show him what was left inside and swallowed it in one gulp, my eyes locked on his.
“Mmmm, papi, delicious,” I told him, licking my lips.
***
When he caught his breath, he got dressed again: the briefs, the pants, the zipper, the belt. I could see a certain frustration on his face, the look of someone who would have liked to give more, who would have liked to put it in my pussy and my ass too, but I only smiled so he wouldn’t dwell on it. I ran a finger along the corner of my mouth, picked up a drop that had stayed there, and licked it slowly in front of him, so he’d never forget it. He asked if I wanted him to take me to the nightclub, and I said yes.
He was happy, at peace, with the calm of a man who hadn’t felt desired or milked by a hungry mouth in a long time. I, on the other hand, was even hotter than when I left home, with my pussy dripping between my legs, my hard nipples outlined against my blouse, and my mouth still tasting of warm semen. I wanted to get to the party and see what dick the night had in store for me, because one thing was clear: it was only just beginning. But that, my loves, will have to be for another story.
We pulled off again, and the rest of the ride we did in silence, with that strange complicity of two strangers sharing a secret. When he dropped me off in front of the club, Ramiro opened the door for me once more, like a gentleman, and thanked me with a sincerity that made me smile. I got out, blew him a kiss from the curb, and went in without looking back, feeling how my jeans were sticking to a pussy still soaked through.
That night I spent thinking about how easy it is to break routine when you dare to. I could have stayed quiet in the back seat, looking at my phone, waiting to arrive. Instead, I chose to sit up front, and that small decision ended with an enormous cock in my mouth and one of those anecdotes that still make me squeeze my thighs when I remember it.
And well, my loves, that’s all for now. I hope you liked this first confession, completely real, from this daring woman from Cali. Take care of yourselves, and please tell me which part was your favorite, because I want to know everything.
