After a night out with friends I found myself very drunk, hopping into the backseat of an uber. The driver greeted me, confirmed the address, and started the ride without any small talk.
I kicked off my heels and stretched my bare legs across the seat, letting my smooth soles rest against the cool leather. My short black dress rode up, showing off my thighs, just enough to almost reveal my pussy, but not quite. I caught him glancing, then quickly looking away like he’d been caught. Cute.
“Long night?” I asked in a sweet, but seductive tone.
“Yeah… as usual,” he murmured, keeping his eyes on the road. Polite. Respectful. Exactly the type I like to play with.
I smiled to myself and slid one foot forward, resting it lightly on the center console between the front seats. My toes were painted a deep, glossy blue. I flexed them slowly, deliberately.
He looked at them for a moment, but did not say anything.
“Must be fun though, I bet you meet a lot of hot, drunk girls driving an uber” I teased him.
“Can’t complain” he came back with a smirk.
After a few minutes of flirtatious small talk I told him to pull over.
He blinked. “Uh… is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine. Just do it.”
He obeyed without another word, parking the car by the side of the road. The second the engine idled, I lifted my other foot and placed both soles gently into his lap.
He froze, but did not protest, hands still on the wheel.
“Keep your eyes forward, and don’t talk.”
I could feel him immediately swell up under the thin fabric of his pants. He started breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly from excitement. I loved that.
Slowly, I started rubbing my feet up and down the growing outline of his cock. My arches pressed against him, toes curling and uncurling around the thick ridge I could feel through his zipper. I took my time, controlling every stroke, pressing harder when I felt him twitch.
“You’re not going to stop me?” I whispered with an evil smile on my face.
He shook his head quickly, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “N-no… I…”
“Shh” – I slid one foot higher, pressing the soft pad of my sole right against the head of his cock while the other kept stroking the shaft – “I said no talking”
His breathing turned ragged. I could feel his cock throbbing now, straining desperately against his pants. I kept the rhythm steady and mercilessly slow. Every time his hips tried to push up, I pulled back, making him more desperate. He probably had never been teased like this in his whole life, let alone by a stranger.
He let out a shaky whimper. I could see his knuckles turning white on the wheel.
I started stroking faster. I could feel his inner thighs twitching.
“Oh my god! You already want to cum, don’t you?”
“Y-yes… fuck…”
I smiled and kept working on him, sliding my feet perfectly along the full length of his cock. His whole body was trembling now. I could feel a wet spot forming from all the leaking precum.
“Be a good boy and cum for me” I raised my voice, but still kept the seductive tone.
That was all it took.
His hips jerked and I felt his cock pulse violently between my feet. Thick, warm spurts flooded his underwear and soaked through the front of his pants as he came. I didn’t stop moving my feet until every last drop had been milked out of him, making sure the mess was big and obvious.
When he finally slumped back, panting, face flushed bright red, I slowly pulled my feet away and slipped them back into my heels.
“Drive,” I said sweetly, settling back into the seat like nothing had happened.
He started the car with shaky hands, the dark wet patch on his pants clearly visible even in the dim streetlight. I watched him in the mirror the whole way home, giggling in satisfaction.
By the time we pulled up to my building, he still hadn’t said a word.
I leaned between the seats and gave him a kiss on the cheek before I got out.
“Thanks for the ride!”
I left him sitting there, soaked, stunned, and completely owned.