Taken for a Ride

VANCE PETERMAN

When Terry told me she was going to ride in the limo to Bob and Judy’s wedding because she was one of the bridesmaids, I felt hopeful. We’d long had a fantasy that we’d been dying to try out, and seeing how the limo driver had been admiring my wife, it looked like this could be our chance.

The ceremony was a long, stuffy affair and the entire time I watched the wedding party up at the altar, all I could think about was the driver—a big, strapping guy with a shorn head and tattoos that were visible beneath the cuffs of his white shirt. I shut my eyes while the vows were being said, picturing him with my slim, gorgeous Terry. She’d managed to make the sea-foam-green bridesmaid dress look good, and that was saying something.

I had to put the thought of watching them out of my mind, or I’d end up with a full-blown hard-on in the middle of church.

Afterward, it seemed to take forever to get to the reception, but I finally arrived and managed to find a parking spot. Inside, the music was already pounding, the liquor was flowing and I spotted Terry doing a crazy dance with the other bridesmaids. She waved and hurried over to talk to me. She tugged me into the coatroom and whispered in my ear, “Did you see him?”

I nodded, unable to speak because I was already so turned on.

“He’s perfect, isn’t he?”

Instead of answering, I glanced around to make sure we were alone before taking her hand and placing her palm on my erection. I wished she were actually touching me—and not through my dress pants—but just the pressure of her hand there was wonderful.

“I know. Give me half an hour, and then follow me out—okay? I’ ll leave once the toasts are done.”

I nodded, and she kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth briefly before hurrying back to the party. I never thought I’d survive the toasts, but finally they ended and I saw her give me a tiny wave and then rush outside.

I gave her only ten minutes, and then made my way to the parking lot. I crept up by the side of the limo and peeked inside. My heart lurched, and my cock grew even more rigid when I saw her through the cracked window. The windows of the vehicle were tinted, so she told me she’d have him open one slightly so I could see inside. She’d done as promised. That’s my girl.

Terry was down on her knees between his spread thighs. The driver had his hand settled possessively on her blonde hair as she sucked him off. Her dress was still on, but it was a puddle of sea foam around her lower body. She sucked him eagerly, her head bobbing up and down as small grunts and sighs came from her.

I wanted to touch my cock but was afraid to. The visual was just too good—after so many hours fantasizing and talking about her screwing another man, she was taking the plunge. And if I touched myself, I thought I might come instantly and give myself away with my orgasmic groans. I was afraid to breathe, let alone jerk off.

She pulled her mouth off his dick with an audible pop and began to stroke his length with her fist. Terry kissed her way down his balls, sucking each one enthusiastically as he groaned, raising his hips to get better contact with her talented mouth.

“Take off that dress, sweetheart.”

“But what if my husband comes?” Terry asked, and I almost smiled. She was teasing me.

“It’s not him coming I’m worried about,” the driver said.

She crouched in the back of the limo and took off her dress after he helped with her zipper.

The music from the reception boomed; the bass seemed to rumble up through my feet into my groin. I bit my lower lip to sharpen my focus.

She pushed her ass back to the driver, and he helped her peel off her panties. I held my breath as he delved into her from behind, licking her pussy with noisy groans. She leaned back, her face toward me as she pinched and stroked her nipples. For all I knew, she could see me watching at the opening she’d provided.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, easing back and appearing as if he was worming his finger into her asshole. Then he tugged her toward him.

“Got a condom?” Terry queried. That was her rule. No protection, no fucking.

He practically broke his own arm getting his wallet out of his pants. She rolled the rubber on for him, her body wedged between his thighs again. Her bare ass was pointed my way, and I could see wetness where his mouth had been.

When he was sheathed, she knelt on the seat between his knees, pressing her tits to his mouth. He took a nipple between his teeth and tugged so that the puckered skin stretched out and she moaned. Then he repeated the same action on the other breast. Terry moaned again.

He grunted, “Get up here. Get on my cock.”

Terry stood and turned toward me, then lowered her body. She slid herself down on his hard length and shivered as she settled in. His arm wrapped around her belly, his mouth found her shoulder, and then when she began to move rhythmically, he thrust upward.

His hands found her beautiful breasts, and he played with her erect nipples until her motions grew more ragged and urgent. I watched her thrust her hips and grind, watched as her breath grew short. She came with her hands pressed to the limo ceiling and the driver praising her tight little cunt.

He didn’t come, though, and she licked her lips, her gaze sliding to the barely open window as she lowered herself back between his legs, ripped off the condom and sucked him until he was yanking twin portions of her honey-colored hair with his big hands.

When he cried out, thrusting his hips up hard, she pulled back and jerked his cock furiously. His come shot across her breasts and her shoulders. With her free hand, she smeared his cream down her belly as he watched. One more jerk emptied him fully. His eyes went heavy with pleasure, and he laughed softly.

“Well, you were a real nice surprise.”

She smiled. “Thanks. I had fun. But now I have to go. I have someone in there saving a dance for me.”

I took my cue to leave, hurrying back across the parking lot to get inside. I was thankful my jacket was long enough to cover my erection. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be going anywhere for a while.

When she reappeared with roses in her cheeks and her hair wild, I was waiting with a drink.

“Did you enjoy that?” she whispered against my ear. I wrapped my arms around her and began to sway to the slow song. She pressed against me, felt my hard-on and smiled. “Or do I even have to ask?”

“I loved it,” I said, embracing her even closer. When she moved against me, I wondered if for the first time in a decade I was at risk of coming in my pants.

“Good, because when this song is over, there’s something I’d like to show you in the coatroom.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“How fast I can make that dick of yours go from hard to soft by making you come.”

I pictured that pretty painted mouth of hers on my cock right after it had been on another man’s and had to suppress a groan of pleasure. “It’s a date,” I said, and kissed her.