When I ordered my Lyft, it said it’d be a 15-18 minute wait so I thought I had enough time to pick an outfit and change until my phone vibrated and said my ride was already arriving and showed he was a block and a half away.

I did not have enough time to get dressed so I threw in a top and skirt in my bag and headed out in a way too big tshirt, underwear and heels. A really chic look, if you ask me.

My driver was already outside and waiting for me by the time I got down and I climbed in the back middle seat, confirmed my name and we were on the way. To be honest, my driver was just okay looking, mid 30s maybe white guy. Not my typical type but I haven’t had sex in so long and have been pent up so long I had the fun idea to strip in his car.

I pulled my clothes out of my bag, laid them out next to me. I looked in his rear view mirror and we made quick eye contact and I gave him a small smile. I reached for the hem of my shirt and in one big motion, pulled my tshirt off over my head until I was sitting there in just my black thong.

I looked at him again through his rear view while I had my tits out and he stared back at me, eyes wide and mouth open. I smiled again and he smiled back not saying anything. I reached over for my shirt and began fumbling with it, acting like I couldn’t get it untangled (it was a basic tube top).

He braked hard at one point and launched my phone under the passenger seat. I took this as my opportunity to reach down with my ass up to fetch it out while giving him a view of my ass. When I got back up, I saw his hand on his crotch, adjusting his cock that was probably swollen and begging to get out by now.

Afterwards, i grabbed my skirt, pretending again to fumble with the buttons on it and went the extra mile and let out small groans of frustration. I pretended like it was so tough to undo that I had to press it against nt my chest for more leverage, accidentally pulling my top down a bit, revealing a little of my nipples. I left my top there pretending to not notice the breeze making them hard and stiffen.

Fortunately for him, we kept hitting red lights, each time he would gently adjust himself while looking back at me, sometimes making eye contact with me. Once we started pulling up, I got my skirt on, pulled my top back up, thanked him with a hand on his arm and one last smile. I did also give him one last peak and hiked my skirt up a little higher so that he got to see my ass again as I climbed out of his car.