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FOREWORD: This is a work of fiction. Any events or descriptions that relate to anybody are completely accidental. Also, this is my first time writing an erotica, and I only proofread and edited once. So if there are any major mistakes, please let me know. I want to be a better author, and this is my first step on that path. Hope you enjoy, fellow perverts!

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Let me begin by saying, I know. I know that this isn’t moral. Isn’t good. Hell, it sure as shit isn’t legal. But I don’t care. It’s exhilarating. It’s fun. Most of all, it scratches an itch that can never be scratched another way. I’m sure by now you have read ahead to understand what it is I’m actually talking about, so let me make it easy for you.

If a customer of my Uber ride is gonna a fuckbuddy, hook-up, “good friends”, or in any way getting laid…………I stay and watch.

It isn’t too difficult, unless it’s around midday when lunch rush is on the road. That’s when the risk of being caught is highest. Once everybody involved is in the building, nobody cares much about if someone is outside looking in. There have actually been more than a few times where they caught me and seemed to get even hornier.

There is just something thrilling about observing something so intimate, or so passionate. It’s something that nobody I have ever dated has ever been able to satisfy. I know that these people don’t appreciate being watched, other than the exhibitionists. I can’t seem to stop myself though. It’s a thrill that will never go away. Like people jumping off cliffs or skydiving for their next shot of adrenaline. Only my adrenaline is provided by being a voyeur.

Now I’m not writing this story to confess, or to warn you of my behaviors. No, I’m writing this to let all of you closet freaks live vicariously through me for these few encounters that have fulfilled me in methods I didn’t believe to be efficient. One at a time though. I know the power of a good edge. ?

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It was in the evening, getting close to sunset for the time of year, when I picked her up. She was a total knockout. Curves in all the right places, thicc in methods people can only dream about, and a smile that could outshine the sun. When she started walking my way in 3-inch heels, a black miniskirt that only reached mid-thigh, and a v-neck t-shirt that flaunted what she had instead of trying to hide it, I knew someone was getting very, very lucky today.

She came to the window, and we did the whole mumbo-jumbo of making sure I was her Uber and where I was taking her. Same shit, different person, you know the deal. She got in and I started making my way to her destination, about 25-minute drive through a couple towns, or a 40-minute drive the back way. Before I even left the parking lot, she exclaimed, “Oh! Do you know the long route? I’d like to go that way, please.”

I met her eyes in the rearview mirror and admittedly got lost in their green shine for a second before responding. “That’s fine. I know da way- “. Her giggling stopped me for a second. I’ve never thought of giggling as cute until then. “-but you do know that it’ll cost extra, right?” Her nodding was all the confirmation I needed as I started that route instead and she leaned back to get comfortable in her seatbelt.

I know you’d expect me to move the mirror to at all times keep her in sight, but I didn’t for two very crucial reasons. One: That would be extremely obvious, and it would ruin our safety. I fully admit to being a pervert, but I am a safe pervert. She was getting to her destination and getting the fuck of her life. And two: I already had something better to watch her. I had a go pro in the change spot, hidden away and recording the backseat. I won’t lie, I’ve gotten some good footage that will never be deleted from that little thing. Much better than most porn sites. As an added bonus, I had it set up to stream to my phone Bluetooth when I open a particular app. I keep my phone near my steering wheel and out of sight from most passengers. Again, safety.

So about five minutes into the ride, I noticed her on her phone and her hand wandering and caressing her body. The way you do when you’re turned on and not thinking about it. She had just given her at least D cup breast a good squeeze and leaned her head back in pleasure when she realized where she was and looked at me in horror. I gave no indication I saw what she was doing in my backseat, so when she got a new notification on her phone she went back to ordinary. It must have been whoever she was meeting with because she blushed real heavy and started to grind her legs together. My cock was already tenting at this point, and I was secretly teasing my head while glancing between her and traffic as I merged lanes and kept driving.

A soft moan made me twitch in my pants though and looking at the camera feed I saw her skirt bunched at her hips and her fingers rubbing right above a small wet spot on her blue thong. I couldn’t stop a small moan from escaping as well……and she heard it. Her eyes snapped to me and saw my free hand on my crotch stoking myself through my pants. I froze, she froze, neither knew if this would continue or stop. If she wanted to, she could absolutely report me, and there would go my secondary income from Uber. But then…then she made my month when she started rubbing herself again while looking at me. So, I started again as well, keeping my strokes slow so I could keep from busting in my pants. She bit her lip while looking at my tent, and then pulled her top down, exposing herself even more and I couldn’t stop another moan from leaving my lips for her. She had those wonderful eraser nipples that you wanted to bite and pull on while they writhe beneath you.

“Take it out,” she told me, the first time she spoke in the last fifteen minutes. I quickly complied and pulled my 8-inch cock through my zipper, softly stroking it in full view of her. Her hand pulled her thong to the side to expose her pussy lips to me now. Big, puffy, and shaven. The kind you want to eat until your jaw was sore and your face was a mess. She started rubbing her lips slowly, teasing herself it seemed like to me. One hand on her large tit, the other rubbing circles around her clit. I could see the sheen of wetness on her lips and fingers on the camera feed. This was quickly turning into an unforgettable evening for me.

At one point she froze when a car passed us right next to her. She hunkered down to keep out of view, and that just gave me a better view. Her fingers curled and she pushed two fingers inside of herself. Apparently, she hit her g spot because it was near instant when she froze for a different and came on her fingers, moaning loudly and shaking a little bit. I’ll fully admit that I nearly drove off the road there. I hit the rumble strips and jerked my attention back to the road, both hands on the wheel now as I get us back on the road proper.

That startled her away from her post orgasm bliss and she began straightening her clothes in the back seat. Back on her phone, I thought if she was telling them about what just happened. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

“Who’s the lucky gu- uhhhh….lucky person?” I asked as I put my still hard cock back in my pants. She was obviously not gonna touch me, and I admit I get more from watching and stroking myself than from a partner. She looked up at me with a big question on her face so I continued, “I’m sorry if this is presumptuous or ignorant, but the way you are dressed feels more like you are looking good for a partner and not yourself. Add in your current mood, I can only imagine you are going to get laid. So who’s the lucky individual?” I ask, hoping that I’m not being an absolute dickwad by prying into her sex life more than I already have.

“….” She keeps staring at me in silence for another moment before answering, “His name is Kyle, and he has been talking big game for the last couple days about how many times he can make me cum. So today is his shot. If he can get me to feel even half as good as I just did, he might be a good fuck buddy to keep around for a while. Though I doubt it, that was a fantastic orgasm, thank you.” She tells me, sending me a flirty smile that did not help my stiffness in the slightest.

“I’m not gonna get the shit beat out of me at your destination, will I?” I ask with a joking tone, hoping that this Kyle guy isn’t possessive of a chick who he hasn’t even met in person, yet I believe. Stranger things have happened in relationships I’ve been around.

A snort of amusement was my answer before she even said anything. “Nah. He seems like a talker, not a doer, ya know?” She said as she finished arranging her shirt to properly cover her tits again, much to my disappointment. In another few moments, we arrived at the house. She paid her fee, but I waved away her attempts to tip me for “excellent service”, citing she already gave me enough by what happened earlier. I admitted to her that I saw her through my camera the entire time and recorded it. She just laughed as she went to open her door though, telling me “As long as you blur my face if you ever post it online.” I laughed with her and watched her leave, her hips swaying like a succubus knowing that I’m watching and enjoying every inch of her body. She looked back right as I put it in drive and blew me a kiss. I pulled away when a guy opened the door, and she stepped inside. I already knew what was gonna happen though, so I didn’t go far.

NSFW: yes

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