Electric Ecstasy: A Dealer’s Wild Ride
In the sweltering heat of a late summer afternoon, Jake pulled his beat-up sedan into the sprawling lot of the upscale electric vehicle showroom on the edge of the city. The air hummed with the distant roar of highway traffic, carrying hints of exhaust and ocean salt from the nearby coast. At 42, Jake was a mid-level software engineer, tired of his gas-guzzling relic that guzzled more money than it saved. He’d been eyeing these sleek battery-powered beasts for months, dreaming of silent acceleration and autopilot magic that could free up his mind during endless commutes. Today, he clutched his bank card like a lifeline, ready to commit to the Rivian R1S—a rugged yet luxurious SUV perfect for his weekend escapes to the rugged beaches up north.
The glass doors whooshed open, blasting him with cool, conditioned air scented with fresh leather and a faint metallic tang from the polished displays. Jake’s eyes scanned the room, landing on her immediately. She was perched on a stool behind the demo console, her golden blonde waves tumbling down her back like sunlit waves crashing on shore. Mid-forties, maybe, with sharp green eyes that pierced right through him, and a body that screamed confidence—curvy hips hugged by a pencil skirt that rode just high enough to tease, and a silk blouse straining against full, heavy breasts that swayed gently as she typed. Her lips, painted a bold crimson, curved into a knowing smile as she caught his gaze.
“Looking for something that packs a punch?” she called out, her voice smooth as aged whiskey, laced with a playful lilt that made Jake’s pulse quicken.
He nodded, stepping closer, the click of his loafers echoing on the polished concrete floor. “Yeah, the R1S. Long-range model. I need something reliable for road trips.”
She slid off the stool, her heels—black stilettos that added inches to her already statuesque frame—tapping rhythmically as she approached. Up close, she smelled of vanilla and spice, a perfume that wrapped around him like a warm embrace. “I’m Elena, your guide to all things electric today. Name’s Jake,” he replied, extending a hand. Her grip was firm, lingering a beat too long, her thumb brushing his knuckles in a way that sent a spark straight to his groin.
They chatted specs—horsepower, battery life, off-road capabilities—but Elena’s words wove in subtle teases, her eyes flicking down his frame, appraising. “This model’s got features that’ll blow your mind,” she purred, leaning in so her breath ghosted his ear. “Hands-free control, smooth rides that leave you breathless.” Jake swallowed hard, feeling the stir in his slacks. Was she flirting, or just damn good at sales?
Chapter 2: Sparks in the Showroom
Elena’s tour of the showroom turned into something far more intimate than Jake expected. She led him to a cordoned-off area where a glossy black R1S sat like a predator in repose, its quad motors promising raw power. The interior gleamed—soft-touch surfaces, ambient lighting that shifted from cool blue to seductive red. She gestured for him to slide into the driver’s seat, her hand grazing his thigh as she pointed out the touchscreen. “Feel that? Every touch responds instantly.”
Jake’s heart thudded, the leather cool against his palms. Elena climbed into the passenger side, crossing her legs so her skirt hiked up, revealing a sliver of thigh encased in sheer stockings. “Most guys come in here all business,” she said, her voice dropping low, “but I like to show the real perks. The ones that make your blood race.”
She activated the demo mode, the screens flickering to life with holographic projections of winding coastal roads. Her fingers danced over the controls, but her gaze stayed locked on him. “Imagine cruising those cliffs at dusk, wind whipping through, nothing but the hum of the engine… and maybe a little company to heat things up.” Jake laughed nervously, but his body betrayed him, cock twitching against his zipper. She noticed, her green eyes darkening with hunger.
Leaning closer, Elena’s blouse gaped just enough to offer a glimpse of lace-trimmed bra cradling her ample cleavage. The scent of her skin—warm, musky—filled the cabin mockup. “Why don’t we take it for a spin? See if it handles like you hope.” Her words hung heavy, double-edged. Jake agreed, voice rough, as she radioed for the keys. In that moment, the deal felt secondary; this woman was the real temptation.
Before they exited, she paused, turning to him with a wicked grin. “One rule for test drives: leave inhibitions at the door. This beast is built for freedom.” Her hand squeezed his knee, electric, promising more. Jake’s mind raced—business trip warrior no more; he was about to dive into uncharted territory.
They stepped out into the blinding sun, the asphalt radiating heat through his shoes. Elena’s ass swayed hypnotically in that tight skirt, each step a deliberate roll that made Jake’s mouth dry. She unlocked the R1S with a fob, the doors whispering open like an invitation. He held hers, catching another flash of stocking top, and her thank-you was a sultry whisper: “Such a gentleman. Bet you’re full of surprises.”
Chapter 3: Highway Heat
The R1S purred to life without a key turn, just a seamless surge of power that pressed Jake back into the seat. Elena directed him toward the winding coastal highway, her directions laced with innuendo. “Take the left fork—it’s tighter, more thrilling.” The road unfolded like a ribbon of asphalt snaking along sheer drops to the crashing Pacific, salt air blasting through the vents mixed with her intoxicating perfume.
Traffic thinned as they merged onto the less-traveled stretch, the SUV’s tires humming softly over the pavement. Elena fiddled with the infotainment, setting the autopilot for a loop back to the dealership—estimated time: 52 minutes. “Now, engage the driver-assist. Let it take the wheel… so you can focus on other drives.” Her laugh was throaty, vibrating through the cabin.
Jake complied, the steering wheel going slack under his hands, the car weaving flawlessly around curves. He glanced at her, and that’s when she moved. With deliberate slowness, Elena reached under her skirt, shimmying out of lacy thong panties—black, sheer, damp at the crotch. She dangled them from one finger before tossing them onto the center console, where they landed with a soft slap. The musky scent of her arousal hit him like a wave, earthy and primal.
“What the—?” Jake stammered, but his cock hardened instantly, straining against his khakis.
“Shh,” she murmured, eyes gleaming. “This model’s perk: total hands-free. Slide your seat back, handsome. Pants down to your ankles. Trust me, you won’t regret it.” Her voice was command wrapped in silk, and Jake, mesmerized, obeyed. The leather seat adjusted with a whir, giving space as he fumbled with his belt, shoving down his trousers and boxers. His erection sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum that glistened in the sunlight streaming through the panoramic roof.
Elena unbuttoned her blouse midway, freeing her breasts—heavy, pendulous orbs with wide areolas the color of ripe peaches, nipples hardening to stiff peaks under his stare. She wasn’t wearing a bra; the lace from earlier was all tease. Crawling over the console, she straddled him, her bare pussy—shaved smooth, lips swollen and slick—brushing his shaft. The heat of her core seared him, wet folds parting to kiss his length.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” she groaned, grinding down slowly, coating him in her juices. The car accelerated smoothly around a bend, the ocean blurring outside, but inside, the world narrowed to her body enveloping his. Jake’s hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh, as she sank onto him inch by torturous inch. Her cunt was velvet fire, clenching tight, milking him with every descent.
The taste of salt lingered on his lips from the sea air; he leaned in, capturing a nipple between his teeth, sucking hard enough to draw a gasp from her. “Yes, bite me, you dirty boy,” Elena hissed, her nails raking his shoulders through his shirt. She rode him with expert rolls, hips circling to grind her clit against his pubic bone, the wet slap of skin echoing over the engine’s whisper.
Outside, a semi-truck rumbled parallel for a moment; the driver’s eyes widened through tinted glass, but Elena just moaned louder, arching her back to give him a show. “Let him watch. Makes it hotter.” Jake thrust up, burying deeper, the risk igniting something feral in him. Her breasts bounced with each motion, slapping against his chest, sweat beading between them, salty on his tongue as he lapped at her skin.
Chapter 4: Autopilot Orgasm
The autopilot held steady, navigating the twists while Elena’s body became Jake’s entire universe. She leaned back against the dash, one hand bracing on the ceiling, the other twisting her nipple as she bounced harder. Her pussy gripped him like a vise, juices dripping down his balls, soaking the seat beneath. The air thickened with the sounds of their fucking—her breathy whimpers, his grunts, the obscene squelch of her arousal.
“God, your cock fills me so good,” she panted, green eyes locked on his. “Thicker than my ex’s, and he was hung. Pound me, Jake. Make this test drive unforgettable.” He obliged, hips snapping up, the SUV’s suspension absorbing the jolts like it was built for this. Her ass cheeks clapped against his thighs, the texture of her skin slick with sweat, smooth as polished marble yet yielding under his palms.
Elena shifted, turning to face the windshield, reverse cowgirl style. Now she could brace on the dash, her skirt bunched at her waist, giving Jake a view of her ass—plump, heart-shaped, rippling with each downward thrust. He spread her cheeks, thumb circling her puckered hole, teasing the tight ring. “Ever had it there?” he growled, voice hoarse.
“Not yet today,” she shot back with a wicked laugh, pushing back to take more of him. “But keep fingering, and maybe next service.” The idea sent a jolt through him; he pressed his thumb in shallow, feeling her clench around the intrusion while her cunt fluttered on his dick. The ocean roared below a cliffside drop, mirroring the building storm in his gut.
She reached down, fondling his balls—heavy, drawn tight—rolling them in her palm, the touch sending sparks up his spine. “Come on, fill this slutty pussy. I want to feel you explode.” Jake’s control frayed; he grabbed her hips bruisingly, slamming up as she ground down. Her moans escalated, raw and animalistic, climax crashing over her first—body shuddering, walls convulsing in rhythmic pulses that milked him relentlessly. Hot fluid gushed, soaking them both, the scent sharp and tangy.
Unable to hold back, Jake roared, thrusting deep as ropes of cum erupted, painting her insides white. Pulse after pulse, he emptied into her, the warmth spreading, her pussy overflowing with their mixed essence. She collapsed back against his chest, both panting, the car signaling an upcoming exit. “Forty minutes in, and you lasted like a champ,” Elena murmured, nipping his earlobe. 💋
But they weren’t done. As the SUV decelerated toward a scenic overlook, Elena slid off, kneeling between his legs despite the tight space. Her mouth descended, tongue swirling around his softening cock, lapping up their combined cum with greedy slurps. The taste—salty, bitter, her own sweetness—made her hum in approval. She sucked him clean, hollowing her cheeks, until he twitched back to semi-hardness. “Mmm, delicious. Now, let’s see if you can eat pussy like you fuck.”
Pulling over briefly at the empty vista point, the waves crashing like applause below, Elena reclined the passenger seat fully. She spread her legs wide, skirt hiked, cum leaking from her well-fucked slit. Jake dove in, nose buried in her folds, inhaling her post-orgasm musk. His tongue delved deep, scooping out his seed mixed with hers, the flavor exploding on his taste buds—creamy, oceanic. She tangled fingers in his hair, guiding him to her clit, swollen and throbbing. “Suck it hard, baby. Make me squirt on your face.”
He did, flicking and lapping, fingers plunging in to curl against her G-spot. Her thighs quivered, clamping his head as she bucked, a gush of fluid spraying his chin, drenching his shirt. The raw intensity left her trembling, cursing vividly: “Fuck yes, drink my cum, you greedy bastard!” Jake lapped it all, savoring the victory, until she pulled him up for a messy kiss, sharing the taste.
Chapter 5: Sealing the Deal
Back on the autopilot highway, the afterglow settled like a haze, but Elena’s energy was insatiable. She buttoned her blouse haphazardly, nipples still poking through the silk, and stuffed her thong into Jake’s pocket—a damp trophy. “Wear that home. Think of me every time you feel it.” The fabric was warm, scented with her essence, a constant reminder pressing against his thigh.
They talked dirty as the miles clicked down—her confessing wilder dealership tales, like the time she fucked a client in the service bay under the lift, oil-slicked and mechanical. Jake shared his fantasies, voice low, cock stirring again at her encouragements. “Next time, bring toys. I want you to stretch me while the car’s charging.” The words painted vivid pictures, the coastal fog rolling in mirroring the steam between them.
As the dealership loomed, Elena’s hand wandered back to his crotch, stroking him to full hardness through his pants. “Quick finish?” she teased, but time was short. Instead, she leaned over, unzipping him just enough to free his tip, licking lazy circles while the car parked itself. The risk—colleagues possibly watching—added edge, her mouth hot and wet, swallowing him shallowly until he spurted a second load down her throat. She gulped it audibly, wiping her lips with a satisfied smirk. 🔥
Stepping out, Elena adjusted her skirt, flashing him one last view of her glistening thighs. “Trade-in your old ride, and this R1S is yours. But for service? Ask for me personally. My bay’s private—plenty of space for ass play, toys, whatever filthy thing you crave.” Jake nodded, dazed, handing over paperwork inside. The salesman blinked at the lace peeking from his pocket but said nothing.
Driving off in his new beast, the engine silent but his mind roaring, Jake felt transformed. The road ahead stretched infinite, electric desire fueling every mile. Elena’s number burned in his phone—a promise of returns, deeper dives into pleasure’s underbelly. What started as a purchase ended in ecstasy, the ultimate upgrade.
Chapter 6: Midnight Service Call
Weeks later, Jake’s R1S hummed through the night toward the dealership for its first check-up. The city lights blurred past, but his thoughts fixated on Elena’s parting words. He’d texted her mid-week, crude messages escalating to sexts—descriptions of how he’d bend her over the hood, her moans echoing in the empty lot. She replied with pics: her fingers buried in her pussy, captioned “Waiting for your tool.”
The service entrance glowed dimly, a single bay light on. Elena waited, now in coveralls unzipped to her navel, breasts spilling out like forbidden fruit. No one else around; the night shift was hers. “Right on time,” she purred, pulling him into the shadowed garage. The air smelled of rubber and grease, tools clinking softly as she locked the door.
She shoved him against the R1S, now elevated on the lift, and dropped to her knees. Zipper down, she devoured his cock—no teasing, just deep-throating until her nose pressed his pubes, gagging wetly. Saliva dripped down her chin, pooling on the concrete. “Taste my dinner,” Jake groaned, fucking her face, hands fisting her blonde hair.
Elena stood, stripping the coveralls to reveal nothing underneath—body bare, curves illuminated by fluorescent flicker. She bent over the workbench, ass high, pussy and asshole winking invitingly. “Lube’s in the drawer. Take what you want.” Jake grabbed the bottle, slicking his shaft and her holes. He plunged into her cunt first, balls-deep, the slap of flesh loud in the cavernous space. Then, withdrawing, he pressed against her rear—tight, resisting, then yielding with a pop that made her cry out.
“Fuck my ass, hard!” she demanded, pushing back. He did, reaming her with long strokes, the ring clenching rhythmically. Her hand snaked between legs, rubbing her clit; soon she came, asshole spasming, milking him dry. Cum flooded her depths, leaking out as he pulled free. She spun, dropping to lick him clean again, savoring the anal tang mixed with her juices.
They collapsed on a tarp, bodies entwined, the garage’s chill contrasting their heat. “Best service ever,” Jake murmured, kissing her sweat-slick neck. Elena chuckled, tracing his chest. “And it’s complimentary—for loyal customers.” As dawn crept in, Jake drove home sated, the R1S purring like a contented lover. Their arrangement? Just beginning, electric nights ahead.
Chapter 7: Coastal Rendezvous
Emboldened, Jake invited Elena for a weekend getaway in the R1S, heading north to secluded coves where waves met wild dunes. The drive was foreplay—her hand on his thigh the whole way, occasionally dipping to stroke him through denim. At a pullout, she climbed atop again, this time facing him, tits in his face as she rode reverse on the autopilot coastal cruise. The sea spray misted the windows, salt crusting the glass as she squirted on his lap, soaking the seats.
Arriving at the cabin, rented for privacy, they barely unpacked before fucking on the porch—her bent over the railing, ocean view framing her screams. He ate her out on the sand, grains sticking to sweat-slick skin, her taste mingled with brine. Night fell with bondage play—ties from the glovebox securing her wrists to the headboard, Jake teasing her with the R1S’s massager attachment, vibrating against her clit until she begged, then fucked her throat while it buzzed inside.
Sunday dawned with lazy 69, her mouth on his ass rimming deep while he tongue-fucked her pussy. Cum swapped in kisses, bodies marked with bites and scratches. Packing up, Elena whispered, “Next trip, invite a friend. I share well.” Jake grinned, the engine roaring to life—metaphorically—as they sped home, bonds forged in raw, unfiltered lust.
The R1S wasn’t just a car; it was their chariot to depravity, every mile a memory of flesh and fire. Jake’s life, once routine, now pulsed with Elena’s wild energy, an endless circuit of desire.
