This happened in Las Vegas, but not at a casino or club—ironically this was on the way to the airport.

My friends and I were staying at a golf resort north of town, so it was a long ride to the airport. I called an Uber, and a rather small car arrived, driven by a short, petite, light-brown skinned woman in her mid 40’s. I sat behind her because she had her seat so far forward, and off we headed. She was energetic and chatty, and we had nice conversation as we drove.

Once we were on the freeway, her small car got loud and it was hard to hear her, so I leaned forward between the seats so my face was just beside hers, and put my right hand on the seatback next to her arm. She was wearing a sleeveless tee and a mid-thigh length skirt, and she was driving with her left hand and had her right hand in her lap.

The conversation continued, very friendly but not flirty or sexual. From my vantage point, I could see that she had no bra supporting her beautiful, perky tits—they were about a C cup. As we talked, I began touching her arm a lot, and moving it around on her arm, occasionally grazing her tit. And as we drove, she ever so slightly shifted her body closer to me, increasing contact with her tit. At one point I just said fuck it and put my hand on her tit, slowly rubbing but not grabbing or cupping. And we kept chatting as if her right tit wasn’t completely in my hand.

As I ran my hand over her amazing, firm tit, I could feel her nipple start to stiffen, and she moved her arm to the armrest, giving me better access to the prize in my hand. At that point I became much more intentional, cupping and squeezing her breast, teasing her nipple between my finger. All along, we continued to chat as if nothing was happening. Finally, I slid my hand inside her shirt and took her bare breast in my hand, and resumed playing with her nipple.

At that point, the conversation stopped for several minutes, as I continued to grope her breast. We are still on the freeway, close to the exit to the airport. She finally asked how much time I had before my flight. I said I have some extra time.

(Narrator: he did not have some extra time.)

She got off the freeway and headed away from the city, and pulled off into a secluded area in an empty field behind an apartment complex. She got out of the car and got in the back with me. We immediately began making out, and I went right back to groping her tits while she stroked my cock over my shorts. I slid my hand up her thigh and she spread her legs a bit, giving me the green light. As I stroked her panty-covered pussy, she began to undo my shorts. I lifted up a bit so she could slide my shorts down, and my already-hard cock flopped out. She took her tee shirt off and slipped out of her panties, and took my cock in her hand and began stroking. I slid a finger into her drenched pussy and rubbed her g-spot, while she fingered her clit. With my other hand I continued to grope her tits and tweak her nipples, and soon she was shuddering through an intense orgasm.

After she came, she devoted her full attention to my cock, licking her hands and stroking my shaft with one hand and thumbing the head with the other. As I got close to cumming, she grabbed a few tissues from a box between the front seats, and wrapped them over my cock just as I blew a massive load.

She grabbed a few more tissues and a wet wipe and lovingly wiped my cock, giving it a little kiss when she finished. She put her shirt back on and gave me her panties as a souvenir. We drove to the airport, and I continued to grope her tits the entire way. I got her number, and my next trip to Vegas we had a LOT more fun…