Driving for a Good Time - Sex Stories

Driving for a Good Time

... nipple jutting up here and there. The shortness of their skirts allows my hand to rest on their asses as I guide them into the limo. After the last one is inside, I realize my zipper is down and my cock is peeking out, although it is so erect it cannot escape. It is slammed hard against my belly and leaking pre-cum down my boxers. Careful to turn away from the light, I move around the back of the limo and climb in to take these little bozos home. As we cruise along, I hear the recounting of how wonderful the prom was, how great the music was, and how bad it is that little Jerry feels sick and might throw up. I caution in my sternest voice for them to give me warning before that happens or there is going to be trouble for them. My eyes watch in the rearview mirror for any signs of retching as I speed along. Soon enough, some of the girls are crying and complaining of being d**gged by someone, and how the night is ruined. Smiling to myself, I realize I will be home earlier than I thought. After ten minutes of riding the car is quiet as the teens slip into varying states of sl**p or passing out. I arrive at the boys' departure point and I open the door. One by one they pile out and stumble toward the house. No tip for me. Typical how little thought is given to a person trying to make a living. And after I did such a professional job for them. Returning to the limo, I drop off each of the girls, again assisting them in safely exiting the car. As they wobble to the entrance to get ...

... out, my hands roam their bodies and touch places I need to touch quickly. I count this as my tip. I reach into the tops of their gowns and caress a young breast as deftly as I can while they exit, softly pinching a nipple or squeezing the whole of the small titty. My hand reaches under their skirts and I try to feel between their legs. In their states of mind they don't realize anything is happening. I push my fingers in their crotches and ease them along until they can stand on their own two feet. All too soon the last one is aimed at her front door and I sigh and return to the limo, my night's work done. As I return to the garage to finish the night, I smile to myself as I recount the events of the night. Not bad for a quick night's work. Pulling up to the garage, I back the limo into its place. It is part of my job to clean the car in preparation for the next assignment. This is the part I hate the most. But thankfully there's no puke to clean up. I roll the shop vac over to the car and open the back door and lean in to hit the carpet with a quick once-over. As I lean in, I am shocked to discover one of the little teen girls curled up on the bench behind the driver passed out. I begin freaking out as I realize we forgot to drop her off. I climb into the limo and sit next to her and shake her arm. She does not respond to my touch. As I sit there, my mind is racing with possibilities. I grip her by the shoulders and sit her up on the seat. Her head lolls to the side and her ...