I am a middle-aged man with a relatively normal job. I am a transporter and chauffeur. Sometimes I drive things from point A to point B that I don't know what it is. Often I drive ladies out of the country that I don't know if they will ever return.
I don't care either, to me it's just a job with little talking. Am I a criminal? Well, I don't know, but I tell myself I'm not. I'm just a chauffeur. And sometimes I have a little adventure or two along the way.
Sexy legs that I can't resist
She's famous, so I won't name her here, but the lady I chauffeured last year had legs I couldn't resist. Long, defined and wearing black nylons, the pretty woman stretched one of her legs from the back seat through to the front, to the center console of my Audi. She had to stretch out, she justified her actions.
The drive had lasted 3.5 hours by now, I could understand her well. I offered her to take a break. We were already somewhere in the middle of nowhere. All around there was only forest, wilderness and a country road, which was only used by us. I had to deliver the woman at her destination on time, but what was a 20 minute break? So I could have a closer look at the pretty thing.
Tall, slender and rather scantily clad, she now stood next to my car and stretched out her tired body. From top to bottom I examined her, devoured her with my looks, which of course did not escape her. She was the wife of a highly respected man. It was deathly brave of me to look at her like that. But she obviously liked it. She asked if I had ever had sex in the wilderness.
Legs from heaven and back entwine around me
I actually had to answer her with a no. My sex life had been lying fallow for a long time and what I could previously call sex ... Well, it was simple flower sex, with always only one and the same woman in always the same marriage bed. My wife had been my ex-wife for seven years by now. I was a free bird and yet I never got my turn.
And that, although I am a really tight guy, muscles, without even a gram of fat in between. Striking, masculine face, full head of hair and eyes that make hearts beat faster. And quite frankly, what I have in my pants can never be overlooked.
Now the rich lady gently pushed me to the floor and sat on me. She took off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt. Her fingernails ran scratchily over my bare chest. I reached out, pulling her towards me to get at her nice smelling neck. It tasted of expensive perfume and I loved it. I stood up with her in my arms, pushed her against a tree and told her I was going to fuck her real good now.
She laughed and told me to prove what I was made of. And I did! Her panties were quickly pushed aside, my pants down just as quickly. Without hesitating gentleness I penetrated deep into her, so that a pleasant sigh escaped her. Her nylon stockinged legs embraced my hips. Only I and the tree held the woman upright. Those legs ... they were driving me crazy. To make sure I didn't come too soon, I desperately needed to think of something.
Handcuffs are never wrong
Actually completely unnecessary, since I'm just a chauffeur, but still I always have handcuffs with me. Now these proved to be particularly practical. I pushed the lady away from me and turned her around swinging. She looked at the tree, slightly startled, as I cuffed her hands around it. Never in her life would she have expected my handcuffs.
Now I could see her from behind and take her powerfully. No legs that embraced me, just me and her horny butt!
This was not less horny as her beautiful long legs, but I could still control myself until she came screaming loudly to climax. Only then I withdrew from her to unload on her ass.
Delivered as requested
I helped her clean up and stowed my "goods" back in the car. I had a schedule to keep and we had done everything we felt like. So the trip could continue. In the rearview mirror I saw her sparkling eyes that showed no glimmer of remorse. I had nothing to fear, she wouldn't say anything to her husband.
Because who knows, I might have to chauffeur her somewhere again. I'm sure she would also enjoy the next ride with me very much. So far I'm waiting in vain for another ride with my Miss Hollywood, but I'm left with memories and dreams. Oh wait! My cell phone rings. It's the number of the lady with the incredible legs ...