The Driver Fucked The Sexy Stewardess

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After a long-haul flight, the flight attendant could finally go home and enjoy some well-deserved alone time. Her legs ached slightly as she dragged her suitcase outside the airport and called for a car. The moment she sank into the back seat, she let out a soft sigh, resting her head against the seat, completely unaware of the driver's lingering gaze through the rearview mirror. His eyes traced the curves of her body, the way her form-fitting uniform hugged her figure just right, the sheer black stockings stretching tightly over her long legs, a faint sheen of sweat from her day's work making them glisten under the dim car lights. Throughout the ride, the driver stole glances at her--at the way her thighs crossed, the subtle parting of her lips, the way her fingers absentmindedly massaged her calves, seeking relief from exhaustion. The air inside the car grew thick, tinged with something unspoken, something heated. When they finally arrived, she stepped out of the car, only to have the driver insist on carrying her luggage. His voice was deep, firm, leaving little room for refusal. She hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded, allowing him to follow her inside. The door had barely clicked shut when she suddenly felt a presence behind her--warm breath tickling the nape of her neck, fingertips grazing her uniform buttons with deliberate slowness. "You've had a long day... Don't you need to unwind?" His voice was a low murmur, almost a whisper, yet dripping with an undeniable hunger. Her body tensed, her pulse stuttering. She should turn around, push him away--but before she could react, strong hands wrapped around her wrists, gently but firmly pressing her back against the door. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt his body heat seeping through the thin fabric of her uniform. She should resist... yet the exhaustion from the day, the stifling warmth of her uniform, and that nameless, lingering ache deep inside her made it so much harder to say no. His hands roamed downward, tracing the smooth surface of her stocking-clad legs, kneading and caressing as he went. She sucked in a shaky breath, her body betraying her even before she could form a coherent thought...