Chapter 81: Riding with MILFs

The MILFs were still looking at each other.

But Brittany and Gloria beat them to it.

Brittany grabbed my hand sudden. "Mom, us young guys are riding together," she said loud, pulling me toward the second cab where the back three seats were empty.

Gloria followed, giggling.

Brittany slid in first, then yanked me in beside her, right in the center. Gloria hopped in on my other side, closing the door quick.

I was sandwiched—thick thighs pressing against me from both sides already.

The other MILFs—Tiffany, Lily, Autumn—stood outside a second, faces a mix of surprise and playful annoyance as they realized the girls had snatched me.

Tiffany recovered first, smirking as she climbed into the front passenger seat of our cab.

Lily and Autumn ended up in the other cab, looking a little sulky as they climbed in—glancing back at our car with that playful pout, like they couldn’t believe they missed out on sitting close to me even for the short ride.

The cabs pulled out—city lights blurring past.

Brittany and Gloria didn’t waste a second.

They "talked" to each other constantly—leaning across me suddenly every few minutes, pressing their soft tits against my arms and chest "accidentally," laughing loud at nothing funny, bodies shifting closer with every turn the cab took.

Thighs squeezed tight against mine from both sides—warm, thick, deliberate. Brittany’s hand "innocently" rested on my leg, fingers tracing slow circles. Gloria leaned in to whisper something to Brittany, her breath hot on my neck, boobs squishing harder against my arm.

Tiffany up front glanced back in the mirror—smirking, knowing exactly what was happening, but playing cool.

The cab smelled like perfume and heat—girls giggling, pressing, teasing the whole ride.

Both these girls knew exactly what they were doing, and I wasn’t complaining one bit.

"Hey, Gloria—nice to meet you," I said low, turning to her as the cab rolled smooth through the city lights.

"Hi, Alex," she replied, voice sweet with that light accent, smiling slow. "Nice to meet you too."

"How’d you know my name?" I asked, though the answer was obvious.

"Brittany talks about you all the time these past few days," she said, eyeing Brittany teasingly, grabbing her best friend’s hand like they shared every secret—then resting their joined hands right on my bulge, casual but deliberate, without a care.

Brittany blushed but grinned, squeezing Gloria’s hand tighter against me.

"Wow... what does she talk about?" I asked, shifting a little to give them better access, dick twitching hard under the pressure.

"She tells me everything," Gloria said, smile turning wicked, leaning in closer so her crop top brushed my arm, olive skin glowing under the passing streetlights. "We’re best friends."

Brittany joined in, rubbing her free hand on my other thigh now—slow circles, inching higher. "Yeah... everything."

"I heard you helped her choose a bikini for the beach," Gloria said, her smooth hand sliding closer to my bulge, fingers brushing the outline through my cargo pants.

"Yeah, I did," I said casual, voice rougher as they both pressed tighter.

"Nice," Gloria murmured, eyes dropping to my lap. "I’m gonna rely on your advice too. I was confused what to wear."

I’d rather you wore nothing, I thought—staring at her boobs straining the crop top, olive skin glistening, toned thighs flexing in those shorts.

"We have some fun plans in mind," Brittany added, voice breathy, her hand joining Gloria’s now—both teasing my hardening cock through the fabric, fingers tracing the outline slow and deliberate. "We’re sure you’ll like them."

The cab hit a bump—they "accidentally" pressed harder, giggling low, thighs squeezing tighter against mine.

Damn.

These two were dangerous together.

My dick was getting teased merciless by these two best-friend sluts—stroking, rubbing, pressing just enough to make me leak precum already, soaking through my pants. I couldn’t do anything real with the driver up front, so I just took it, breathing slow, letting the torture build.

Gloria was really hot—face with that exotic charm, full lips, dark eyes, curly hair framing everything perfect. I wanted to rub my hard dick all over her pretty face, make her my slut on this trip. She’d come knowing damn well what I’d do to her—Brittany had told her everything.

She kept teasing—thinking I wouldn’t do anything in the cab, hand bold on my bulge, smiling like she had control.

Carefully—without letting anyone notice—I wrapped my left hand around Gloria’s waist. Damn, her skin was smooth, thin waist flaring into those hips. I grabbed hard, fingers digging in.

She trembled instant—body jolting subtle, breath catching. Her hand on my bulge faltered.

Brittany was listening to music on her AirPods now, looking out the window sometimes, glancing at us but not catching my move yet.

I massaged Gloria’s waist harder—slow circles turning firm, pulling her closer into me.

One moment ago she was playing dominant, teasing like she’d done this a thousand times, acting experienced so I wouldn’t think she was new to this.

But the way she breathed—shaky, quick—with a real man’s hand on her waist, feeling her up, showed how inexperienced she really was. She got horny sudden and hard—nipples tightening fast through her crop top, visible in the passing streetlights.

She leaned into me more—body melting, pretending to adjust but really chasing my touch.

We were on a dark stretch of road now—streetlights sparse, cab interior mostly shadows.

I took the chance to show her who I really was—no matter what Brittany had told her.

I slid my hand up from her waist—quick, hidden—and pressed her boob hard, squeezing the full, firm weight through her top.

She melted—"Aah..." soft gasp escaping, eyes fluttering, body going limp against me for a second.

Her tits were really big for her age—perfect handful, responsive as hell.

She didn’t stop me—just trembled harder, hand squeezing my bulge on instinct now, like she needed something to hold.

Brittany glanced over—smirking, catching on quick—but stayed quiet at first, popping one AirPod out to listen closer.

She knew exactly what I was doing now—hand squeezing Gloria’s tit hard under her crop top, making the girl tremble—so Brittany wanted in.

She set her phone and AirPods aside, hand sliding bold to my bulge, stroking firm through the cargo pants until I was fully hard, throbbing under her palm.