Car sex story of a wild blowjob with the driver

Car sex story: It was late at night. About 2 am. My flight from BLR to PNQ had landed almost more than an hour late. I was in Pune to attend meetings in our Pune office at Tathawade.

It being late April, the summers, the day’s heat was still lingering around in the night. Way different from BLR. I had already pulled down t-shirt chain exposing my medium hairy fair toned chest.

Although warm and humid, the mild breeze tickling my chest hair felt soothing. My nipples were rubbing against the tight t-shirt and were quite visible to a keen eye.

I have always been proud about my moderately hairy toned body. I have even fallen into narcissist trap at times, wishing if I could have had sex with myself…

I went to the OLA counter to take a cab. Booked a non-AC cab for the breeze and openness, especially to smoke if the driver was ok. Paid the fares and walked over to the cab.

A wheatish medium height guy of about 30 years of age came forward to put the bags in the boot.

He held open the rear door for me to get in.

“No thanks. I want to sit in the front seat, if you don’t mind”.

“Not at all Sir.” He threw his small backpack from the front seat to the rear seat. “Here you go.”

He had polished English. He smelled fresh – soap, deodorant, hair oil – everything. Guessed that he had just started his night shift. Soon a small talk ensued. I discovered that Deepak had done BA.

By day he worked as an accounts clerk in some small office. Had taken up night driving to supplement his earnings. Looked to be a good, sane and sorted chap.

We had started driving. We were out of the airport complex, driving by the deserted roads of the defense area. The entire drive is through sparsely populated areas, fields and open spaces, and majorly industrial pockets.

“Hey, is it ok if I smoke?”, I typically ask. He nodded. I pulled out one from the Marlboro pack and offered him as well. He smiled and unhesitantly bummed one. I liked it!

I lit up his cig with the lighter and then mine. I could see a sparkle in his eyes lit by the lighter flicker. He had a thick 5 o’clock beard nicely trimmed. His luscious lips sexily curved up on the cig and let out a puff.

I was intently looking at him happily smoking and driving. Realizing I was still looking at him, he looked back and smiled.

“What Sir”.
“Nothing man. You seem to be content”. He chuckled.
I puffed and looked out of the Window. “Fuck this is so nice”.

“What happened Sir”
“Fuck man, I love the breeze against my chest.
“Yes, Sir. I know. I like it too”.
“Then why the fuck are you so buttoned up. Chill man, feel free.”

He chuckled again and opened up a few buttons exposing his wheatish chest covered all over with curls of thick hair tapering down into a treasure trail.

He had dark small nipples and they were already stiff out of excitement, I guess.

“Dude you should be proud of what you have. That is amazingly sexy, bro.”
“Thank you sir”.

Then there was silence in the air for a few moments. I wanted to fuck him and lick his chest. I was heating up, but was still wondering how to break the ice. And the ice breaker came, not too late…

“Sir, what do you like in sex?”

Fuck. He had hit a straight drive. I almost jumped in my seat. Regained composure. Should I tell him I wanna fuck with you? Naa, not yet. I was not sure. Maybe he was a pimp?

“hmm… I love cute slim girls with luscious lips, small boobs and small nipples and love to drive into them bare and end by filling them up.”

Again silence. “And anything else other than that?”

“Are you out of mind”, I thought. I am not into beastiality. Gathering courage, “And, I like to fuck sexy guys”

He slowed down the car and looked at me and smiled. “I know.”

He kept driving slowly. Now with courage, I put my hand on his on the gear shifter. It was a warm young hand with tufts of hair on fingers and sides, and hairy forearm.

I caressed it and put my hand on his thigh and crept to his crotch. He didn’t utter a word. I groped the warm crotch and could feel a warm rising throbbing cock underneath. He was puffing out smoke with deeper breaths.

I moved my hand up his hairy torso to his chest and pinched the nipples, running my hand on his hairy chest. He let out a soft moan. I pulled out his shirt and unbuttoned it.

It was a gorgeous mat of hair. I took off my t-shirt. He stopped the car to feel my chest and groped my pouch which was ravaged by fire.

We were beside a construction area. Deepak drove to the gate. There was a middle aged watch man.

“Bhai hum thode samay building ke piche jaa sakte hain. Samajh lo yaar.”

The watchman was scanning our naked torsos and smiled, “haan lekin risk utha raha hoon, humare bare mein bhi socho”.

What the fuck did the watch man want to fuck with us? “Sir, chai pani”. I pulled out two-three 500 notes and reached across to him.

“Woh right mar ke toilet ke taraf jao. CCTV mein lagega peshab ke liye aye the. Aur jyada der mat karna.”

Deepak quickly drove in and around the building where it was very dark. Two hot bodies wanted each other. The car stopped. And Deepak bent over and kissed me, electrifying my body.

We were frantically groped each other but the front seats were a big inhibiting factor. We got down, pulled ahead the front seats and jumped into the rear seat. I was much better.

Deepak pushed me onto the seat and sat on me straddling my torso between his legs. He held my face and kissed me deep. My hands were on his hairy chest, tugging gently at the hair and feeling out his sexy hairy armpits.

I loosened his belt, pulled down his pants and undies. His 6 inch uncut hard cock sprung out. It was quite big and thick for a body like his. He had a thick uncut sexy bush.

He moaned as I played with his dick and balls. He was oozing precum. He had a quite hairy tight small ass that felt delicious to lick and fuck.

He pulled down my pants and undies to my knees. With my legs spread out, my 6.5 uncut sprung into air. While kissing, he descended down on me.

Our bodies were rubbing. His hairy chest and crotch felt fucking hot against mine. With his hands on back of the seat, he kept moving up and down rubbing my body with his, while looking deep in my eyes.

As though either he was imagining fucking my virtual pussy or I fucking his.

We were engrossed and didn’t notice the watchman come by. He knocked on the window, “Jaldi karo”. We didn’t budge, neither stop. It was even more erotic doing this act in front of the watchman.

I winked at him and he went way. But we did have time limits. Deepak sat down and dug my crotch with his face. I moaned in pleasure. He was licking all over hungrily. He began sucking and deep throated me.

I was silently moaning. It felt that I was about to shoot. He began stroking my dick rapidly with his lips holding my foreskin allowing my dickhead stroke in and out.

He increased his pace. My body tightened. I was shuddering and shot loads into his mouth. He gulped everything.

“How was it sir?” I gave out a deep breath and smiled.

“Wait. Let me help you.” I was obviously not going to suck him. I rested against the seat, got him to sit between my thighs and pulled him back. His back was resting on my chest.

I pulled a wad of tissue papers and wrapped his dickhead. While kissing, I foreplayed with his hairy torso and armpits and stroked his dick. I increased the speed and soon his body arched.

I held him tightly, still kissing him and continued to stroke. He was soon trembling and let out a moan in my mouth. His cum oozed in the tissues almost drenching the entire wad.

We both were spent and just continued sitting to catch a breath. And we noticed that the watchman was again standing at the door. He had perhaps enjoyed the last part.

“Ho gaya na? Ab tan man sab shant?”
“Haan bhai. Mast hua” I said.

Shamelessly we separated and pulled up our pants, put our shirts in front of the watchman. There was nothing to hide.

I reached out to my wallet and gave another 2-3 500 to the watchman. He smiled. “Jao ab ghar jake so jao” and walked away.

Deepak started the car and we began driving back to my accommodation. I lit up cigs for both of us. There was silence.

We smoked and he kept driving. Occasionally we would hold our hands and look at each other. Not even smile.

We arrived at the accommodation provided by my company. It was a small bungalow. Deepak stopped the car and we looked into each others’ eyes.

Car sex story of horny guy with sexy driver

I handed over my visiting card to him. He too gave his and told me to call up in case he needed someone to drive me in the city.

“What are you going to do now? Next fare?”

“I would have typically gone back to airport. But now I am exhausted. It was great to be with you. I will just go back home.”

I got out of the car and walked over the watchman and came back.

“It is allowed to have guests. Do you want to crash at my place tonight?”

Deepak smiled slyly and nodded. The watchman opened the gate and we drove in…perhaps setting fire all through the night…

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