Mathilda was in so much of a rush leaving the airport, that she did not even have time to pull her long dark hair out of her face. Black hair, black shades, and a little black dress—she had to get out of there fast.
It was taking too long for her to get a car—now that her plans had changed—so she was going to get another car. When she got into the car—ass first—she was not surprised when she felt a nudge on said derriere.
“Excuse me!” she turned around, and the man in the car blinked as her hair whipped his face.
“Miss, this is not your car!” he stated.
“I am sorry?”
She let her shades rest on her nose, and the violet contacts that she wore she knew would make the man lose his train of thought. She had seen him leering at her on the plane, and luckily she could utilize that now.
“I mean…we can share the car no?”
“Where are you going?” she smiled, and licked her lips.
His hotel room was on level with the hotel where she was planned to stay, so she had not downgraded. But she had not been planning to straddle this man, and watch him look at her with adoring eyes as she rode him like it was her job. It had been at points in her life, but now her job was just pleasure.
He held her hips, and she put her hands over his.
“No, I am doing this,” she licked her lips, and ran her hands through her hair as she rode him even harder and felt the vibrations of his moans underneath her.
Mathilda smiled to herself as she thought what Damaris thought of herself but she had been a hell of a working girl in her day. Damaris would probably run the thing now.
She thought of Andres, and what he would do when he realized that she had played him. He should never have played all of his cards for her, because she was not just going to sit there and let him run her life.
No.
Now she was in the drivers’ seat—literally—and it felt good to ride the nameless man beneath her.
More Masturbation Monday here:
O…M…G! Every time I think I know what’s going to happen, it flips again. I love it!