Jane Takes an Uber

It had been billed as the biggest night this century in U. K. business. Finally all the airlines had come together form a cartel so that they could stop fighting it out between themselves and rather focus on making profits.

Front and center in the room was her husband, Lee. He was the main powerbroker who had carefully crafted negotiations for months and had finally managed to get the different warring groups to come together under one manifesto.

'Divided we'll fall, but together we'll thrive'.

Not the most novel tagline, but one that worked. Each speaker who had stepped onto the podium to give his or her speech had parroted the same line. The same line to start their speech, the same line to end their speech. And each time the words were spoken, the audience raptured with delight and the new found self belief.

Lee, whilst being the most critical person in the negotiations, wasn't planning on running for keeping one of the prized council seats for himself.

"Why be the king when you can be the kingmaker," had been his lifelong mantra that he had repeated any time anybody had hinted at the idea of him taking the official public facing helm.

That mantra seemed to be working well for him as all the different business leaders were trying to win his approval. Lee's nod would define who would be this sitting on the council to decide how the cartel was to operate and more importantly who would be chairman running the show.

Jane had met Lee whilst studying international relations at Oxford and like those at the event tonight, she had been quickly enamored by his charm and his way with words. His speeches as the head of the student union drew audiences from far and wide. His ideas had seemed bold, especially for a country that was ripe for change.

'Let's build a country that embodies the best of British values', 'A clean and safe Oxford for our generations', and so on. His words, although simple, were powerful and moving for a generation that had been raised up in the shadows of the world war.

Even back then, everybody wanted to be with Lee in any capacity possible. But when Lee chose Jane to be by his side, she had felt as if her whole world was complete. From the get-go she knew there was no way for her to escape his charms and she let herself willingly into his embrace.

Three decades later those feelings she once had were now but a distant memory. The boy she had fallen in love with and had admired so much for the good he wanted to do in the world had over the years become a man who craved nothing other than power; even if getting to that power meant he stopped being the person she fell in love with.

His hunger for power saw him spend less and less time at home, and more and more time flying from one city to another to close the next 'big' deal. He seemed to be needed everywhere even though where he was most needed was at home.

When Jane went through her miscarriage on her own as Lee was again out of town, it took him a full 24 hours to call her back. While she had expected sympathy from the father-to-be, what she got in turn was a brief brisk business like call and him rushing off to catch his next important meeting.

The realization that she had tried to keep at bay for so long finally dawned on her, she had married Lee but he had instead married his career. His career would always take priority and Jane would always have to play second fiddle.

With this hunger for power that Lee had and his general nonchalance to matters at home, Jane found herself drifting from him. She was happy to see him succeed but couldn't help wondering whether he was selling his soul to feed his hunger for power. She couldn't understand how the boy who had once been so loving was now just obsessed with money, wealth and power so that he didn't stop to see that he didn't need all of that to be truly happy.

What eventually broke the proverbial camel's back was the infidelities. The more power he found, the bolder Lee got. First it was a one-night stand that she reluctantly and broken-heartedly forgave. Then came the affair that only came to light when his mistress came banging on the door one evening demanding to see him as she was pregnant.

As it turned out the pregnancy was a lie, but it led to a pattern of multiple affairs over the course of many years to the point where Jane and Lee reached a juncture where neither party acknowledged or denied the elephant in the room.

For all practical purposes they began to live their separate lives with an unsaid understanding that they would remain married for appearances sake. Jane gave Lee what any aspiring male business Moghul needs - a beautiful wife that can portray a sense of good family life. Lee for his part gave Jane his black American Express card and a separate wing in the mansion they shared in Surrey that was large enough to ensure they never needed to see each other unless absolutely necessary.

Sitting tonight listening to the speeches from the different business leaders, Jane couldn't help but feel an active revulsion bubbling inside her.

"All these white middle-aged men sitting and talking about how they'd make a difference in the world, and yet they all were carbon copies of one another," thought Jane.

"No individuality, no personality. Just rich men wanting to become richer," she mused as she took a sip of the champagne that was bubbling in front of her.

"How many drinks is that now?" she pondered, trying to remember how much she'd had to drink tonight but for the life of her she couldn't pin it down to a number.

Her head was woozy enough for her to know she'd had a fair amount, but still not enough that she wasn't in her senses.

She thought about whether to have another glass but then thought better of it as having another glass would mean listening to even more ramblings she'd rather care to avoid.

She got up and made her way to the ladies toilet. As she rifled through her purse to find her lipstick she stopped and looked at the woman in the mirror looking back at her.

At 52, Jane could easily still pass for somebody in her late 30s, a fact that had often led to much younger men trying their luck with her without realising both her age and her social status.

Admiring herself, she was glad she wore her red dress today. It hugged her just right around the hips to accentuate her figure and the front slit showed her finely toned leg just enough to keep all the younger girls thinking they'd love to have the body she had. Best of all, she thought, she loved how this red dress fit her breasts so snugly that the hint of cleavage on show was bound to ensure any male talking to her would be hard pressed not to take a peek.

Smiling at herself, she left the toilet and went across to Lee who by this point was surrounded by younger looking versions of himself; all hanging on each word he said and all nodding in exactly the same way he did.

She told him she was leaving and could immediately see a smile come across the face of his newest secretary who stood to his right.

"No doubt he was fucking her but who cares," she thought.

And without waiting to hear what Lee had to say, she walked out of the ballroom into the lobby and was soon out on the street.

The crisp London air made her nipples twitch but she was glad to be out in the open. St James Street was busy. Busier than usual. But then again it was the weekend as young party goers made their way towards the many private members clubs.

She still enjoyed dancing and was half-tempted to go to Annabel's to see if any of her friends were around, but she felt a longing for a bit of quiet and decided she just wanted to get home.

Annoyingly though, there didn't seem to be a black cab in sight.

"Ahhh, Uber it is," she thought.

It was just starting to rain when her ride pulled up and she was happy to jump into it straight away as she had not gotten her umbrella or her coat tonight.

"Going to Surrey, yes?" he asked. His accent foreign, yet not overly thick. Just enough of a twinge to tell her that London hadn't always been his home.

"Mmm hmmm," she mumbled.

"Will be just under an hour then," he tried to continue the conversion.

"Mmm yeah," she said - not wanting to prolong the chat and just zone out.

But then since she couldn't place the accent and she knew it'd gnaw at her not knowing, she continued. Against her better judgement, she asked "Accent's not from around here. Where're you from?"

"Pakistan," he said as he looked at her directly in the rear view mirror with a smile on his face.

Seeing him smile so innocently melted something within her. It was so genuine and so harmless that she found herself looking at him more observantly.

He would be in his 30s, she reckoned. Easily a decade or more younger than her.

From where she was sitting across from him in the back set she had a good side view.

She could tell he was well groomed. His black hair was long and luscious but had been combed back in a manner that made them look neat and tidy. His beard was trimmed short - a little more than the 'I forgot to shave' stage and much less than a full-on 'I'm committed to this beard' stage. With a speckling of greying hair he almost looked like Omar Sharif from Lawrence of Arabia.

She chuckled to herself. Omar Sharif had been her celebrity crush for all those years. Him as Doctor Zhivago; she could have watched that movie on repeat every day of her life.

She saw him look up at her in the rear view mirror and immediately dart his eyes back to the road. A sense of embarrassment on his face having been caught looking at her whereas in fact she'd been the one staring at him.

She didn't move her gaze and instead looked at his hands on the steering wheel; they seemed strong - like the hands of a man who'd known he was in charge when giving a handshake. They gripped the steering wheel firmly making the muscles in his arms flex with the tension.

He could feel the eyes on him and he looked up again in the rear view mirror only to see her looking right back at him still. Embarrassed yet again he darted his eyes back to the road.

His embarrassment having been caught again amused her. She realised - as all women naturally do - that she having an impact on him.

Instead of moving her gaze away, she found herself transfixed.

She began to wonder what it would feel like to rub her hands up and down those arms and feel those muscles. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe she hadn't had a lover in a long time, but in that moment she had a sudden rush of wanting to just reach across and touch him. To feel his muscles and see her milky white skin contrasted with his brown tone.

She checked herself.

"Must definitely be the alcohol," she scolded herself.

But then another thought came to her.

Even though she had had lovers since discovering Lee's infidelities and after they had firmly decided to live their separate lives, she'd never been with a non-white partner before, let alone a foreigner from land millions of miles away - Pakistan.

The idea of doing something she'd never done before made her feel a bit naughty and began to turn her on.

Sitting on the plush leather seat, she didn't realise she had opened her legs a bit to reveal a little more skin through the slit of her dress.

She could see he was now trying to find a way to catch a view of her leg a little more without getting caught.

Just the thought he was also desiring her began to make her nipples - that had just gotten used to the heat in the car - again a little harder.

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes and began to imagine what it would feel having those strong hands run up her legs. Would he be gentle? Or would he be dominant?

"How would he take me?" she asked herself.

She tried to visualise how he'd look without his shirt on. He was obviously muscular, she thought, but what would it feel like to run her fingers across his chest.

Unbeknownst to her she had opened her legs even more and the realisation only came to her when she realised she was getting wet just thinking about the possibilities of what could happen.

She opened her eyes and again caught him looking at her.

He pretended like he had been looking at the road behind, but both knew they he too had been staring at whilst she had had her eyes closed.

Knowing full well what she was doing, Jane took off her heels, pulled up her dress a little higher and extended her right leg so that it came to sit on the hand rest that sat between the two front seats.

He looked to his left and saw her bare foot right next to him and without any words being spoken, his gaze darted back to her in the rear view mirror.

Looking straight at him Jane pulled up her dress all the way to her hips so that she was now sitting on the back seat giving a full view of her lace panties.

She had never been this bold in her life, but something tonight made her want to be somebody else.... to do something that would break the rut she found herself in.

Without waiting to see how he'd react, she reached inside her panties with her left hand and let out a soft moan as she felt how wet she'd become.

"Ahhhhh...... fuck!" she said out loud she felt her pussy dripping onto her fingers.

Hearing her moan like that, made him dart his eyes back at her.

She waited for the just the right interlude and then with her fingers glistening with her juices, she took her hand out. As their eyes locked, she licked her fingers so that he could her tasting her juices.... giving him a tempter of heaven that lay to be tasted between her legs.

She could sense his breathing becoming more rapid as kept darting his gaze from her to the road, and back to her.

Just having him so rapt and having his eyes on her, made her even more hornier.

She pinched her nipples through her dress. They felt so hard and pointy. She wanted to rip off her top and set them free, but with her left hand back inside her panties all she could do was let out another moan.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she softly whispered as her clit throbbed to be played with.

They were on the motorway now and she could sense he was far over the speed limit, but the danger of the speed they were at only made her want to rub her clit a little faster.

Here she was in a stranger's car, her legs spread wide open and her left hand rubbing her clit as her pussy juices oozed onto the back seat.

She could see he was hungry for her. His left hand had moved from the steering wheel and was grabbing his crotch.

"I wonder how big his cock is," she thought, as she closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would feel like to take his cock in her mouth.

She knew he was watching her. She didn't need to open her eyes to see as she could feel his stare on her.

Just the thought that he was looking at her and grabbing his cock through his pants made her want to take her right hand and start pinching her nipples through her dress even harder. Her left hand still rubbing her clit as her breathing became a little more faster. Her each breath timed perfectly with her fingers rubbing her clit.

Faster, and faster.

"Oh fuckkkkkkkkkk!" was all she managed to say.

She knew she was cumming but she tried to hold the wave, to extend the cliff a little longer so she could enjoy this moment to the fullest. But she wanted to cum so bad too.

"Fuckkkkkk! I'm so close", she moaned loudly. So loudly that she could almost hear her voice echo in the car.

And then as if a dam had been opened, she came, her whole body shuddering as she released more of her juices on his back seat.

Her eyes still closed, her breathing a little less labored, she heard his car's sat nav beep and say "You've arrived at your destination".

She wanted him. She knew she needed him tonight. But he hadn't even touched her yet even though her leg had been right there next to him.

As they drove up the drive and out of street view behind the large Oak trees, she gathered her shoes and waited for the car to come to a halt just outside the main door to the large Grade-II listed manor home.

With her bag and her shoes in hand, she opened her door but just before she stepped out, she looked at him one more time and this time he turned back to look at her face to face, still with his hand on his crotch.

She didn't smile, she didn't say a word, just held his stare and then walked out towards the house door.

She found her keys quickly enough and without turning back to look at him in the car, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. But instead of shutting it behind her, she left it wide open as she disappeared from view.

He didn't know what had just happened and how he had been so lucky tonight, but without waiting for another invitation he bolted from the car and entered the house.

It was much grander inside than he had anticipated. He was greeted by a large lobby area that divided the house into two. The room to his left was closed but as he turned to his right he saw her standing with his back to him at the mantlepiece taking her earrings off.

She knew he'd come in as she heard his shoes on the wooden floor as it creaked as he made his way closer to her. She didn't turn around nor did she look at him in the mantlepiece mirror that was in front of her but instead continued to try and pry the other earring off and place it next to the one she'd already removed.

She felt him walk up and stop right behind her.

He reached across and moved her hair from her back reaching for the zip to her dress.

She looked up in the mantlepiece mirror and locked eyes with him as a shudder when through her body feeling his touch caress the back of her neck.

Slowly he unzipped her dress and gently moved it off her shoulders so that it fell to the floor so that she now stood in just her bra and panties.

He looked at her, still not having said a word since he first spoke to her when she stepped into his car. Making sure their gaze was still locked, he undid her bra and threw it across the other side of the room, his arm extending as he rid her of the barrier that had been holding her hard nipples from being fully free.

He brought his right hand around her and cupped her right breast in his hand and gently squeezed the nipple that was poking and aching to be touched.

"Ahhhhhhh," a soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his left arm coming across her other side towards her waist, gliding down under her panties towards her now burning pussy.

She felt his finger graze across her clit, and go down to part her pussy lips.

"I'm so fucking wet," she said as if begging him to not tease her any longer and just ravage her right there.

Gently he inserted his finger inside her and immediately it felt like this is what she had been craving for for so long.

"Ohhhhh! Just like that," she whispered.

He moved the finger inside her and just when she thought he was going to rub her G-spot, he took his hand out and as she watched in the mirror he brought the finger up to his mouth, still dripping with her juices, and licked it.

The thought of him tasting her cum made her pussy yearn to have him inside.

She turned around to look at him, but he moved five paces back away from her.

Standing naked barring her lace panties, she felt exposed but then her eyes locked onto his crotch where she could see his erection was fighting to be set free.

Sensing her mind, he took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and then removed his trousers so that now he too stood in the middle of the lounge in just his underwear.

His stiff boner creating a tent that she wished she could rip off to grab what lay for her underneath.

He now walked back towards her but made sure to not to rush it because he could tell she was admiring his gym-toned body. He came up to her and at 6-feet, he towered over her petite figure.

She ran her hand over his chest and it felt exactly how she had thought it would feel whilst she was imagining him in the car. It felt muscular, solid. Unlike all the other middle-aged white men she'd been with in the last decade.

She ran both her hands down his chest, grazing her fingers through his chest hair, loving the sight of how her milky white skin tone contrasted with his olive brown colour.

She brought her hands further down around his waist and felt his abs, slowly trying to make her way towards his cock.

She just wanted to feel his erection in her hands. She needed to see it, to admire it and to caress it. She wanted to stick her tongue out and lick the pre-cum off.

But just as she was about to get to his cock he pulled her hand back and leaned in towards her.

"Not yet," he whispered into her ear. "I want to taste you properly first."

His voice soft yet firm, like a man who knows what he wants and isn't going to have it any other way.

With that he led her to the sofa and as she sat there now looking at him standing before her, he took off his underwear.

What a sight.

His pubic area was shaved so his cock rose from his body like a rod waiting to destroy whatever came in its path.

Jane had never seen such a beautiful cock before. It was the first circumcised cock she'd seen in real life and whilst it looked different, she couldn't help but feel a hunger rising inside her unlike anything she's known before.

It wasn't the size of the cock that truly wowed her, but more the girth. She had never seen a cock be so thick and she wondered whether all Pakistani men were like this. She wondered whether her pussy could stretch enough to have this cock inside her.

But she wanted it come what may. She wanted him to fuck her there and then. Her pussy was already dripping on the sofa and she knew she had to have him inside her even if it meant her pussy tore.

Before she could reach out and take the cock in her hand, he bent down and spread her legs

With one hand on each of her legs to keep them parted he starting kissing her feet one by one. Then taking her right leg in both hands he started kissing her up her leg.

First the lower leg, then slowly kissing her up her thigh.

As he got closer towards her pussy he stuck his tongue out and starting licking her more than kissing her.

She wanted his tongue straight on her pussy. It was burning to be made his, but he teased her.

His tongue licking her in and around her pussy but not yet at her pussy itself, making her leak through her panties even more.

And then as if sensing she couldn't bear it anymore, he brought his tongue to rest on her panties and started licking her juices through her panties.

Just the graze of his tongue through the lace burned her whole body with desire.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "I want your cock in me."

He ignored her, but instead parted her panties to the left so that now his tongue was directly touching her pussy lips.

He started at the bottom, just above her asshole and licked her all the way up her pussy with his tongue flicking over her clit as it licked the full length of her pussy in one motion.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," another moan escaped her as he repeated the full lick from bottom to top again. And then again.

He moved back, brought her legs together but only for the second it took him to pull her panties off, and then he had spread her legs and this time he used one hand to part her pussy lips so that the next she felt his tongue it felt almost inside her pussy.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she blurted out, having never a tongue fuck her with such a precision before. A precision she didn't think possible.

Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he inserted a finger inside her.

She was so wet that it slipped straight in as another soft moan escaped her lips.

"Oh god! That feels sooooo fucking good," she moaned in pleasure.

Needing no more encouragement, he slipped another finger inside her and started moving them in and out of.

He looked up at her as he finger fucked her. As their eyes locked, she bit her lips with pleasure looking back at him.

"I want to see you cum," he said with a masculine authority. "I want to taste your cum."

"Yes baby, yessssss!" was all she managed to say as he knelt back down and brought his tongue to rest on her clit.

With his fingers twisted upwards inside her to rub her G-spot and his tongue licking her clit faster and faster, she could hear her own moans growing louder.

Each lap of his tongue on her clit felt like heaven as the lava within her met the fire within him.

She wanted to scream with pleasure and by instinct she brought her hands to her mouth to stop her shouting out loud. And then remembering the house was empty and the next house was at least a mile away, she let herself loose.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk! That feels soooooo goooooooooooood," she howled so loud that even that mile's distance seemed small now.

She could hear the slurp of his tongue rapidly racing over her clit as his fingers moved rhythmically faster and faster inside her.

He could sense her tensing and he knew she was close.

She grabbed the back of his head with both hands and held him so that he wouldn't be able to move.

But he didn't want to move. This was the heaven he had craved since the moment he saw her in his cab tonight.

He licked her clit faster and faster. His fingers rubbing her g-spot and calling her pussy to come to him.

Her whole body started tensing. And then it stopped for a split second, and then shuddered as she came all over.

From her toes all the way to the hairs on the top of her head ecstasy rose within as she came all over his fingers and his mouth.

He was still licking her clit - which was now so sensitive - as she rode the wave further until her clit couldn't take it anymore.

Just as she was about to shout because the sensation was more than she could bear, he lifted his head and she could see her juices across his mouth, his beard still gleaming with her cum.

Gently he removed his fingers out and she felt an emptiness inside her pussy as it tensed back and forth within her.

He got up off the floor and pulled her up from the sofa and as he did he kissed her.

Her mind was still wobbling as she had cum so hard but she could still make out her own pussy's taste on his tongue. She licked his lips hungrily as if wanting to tell him that she wanted him inside her even more now.

He sat back down on the sofa and pulled her by her hand towards him.

As she stood over him looking down at his rock hard cock pointing up at the ceiling, she knew she wanted to feel that Pakistani cock inside her. She knew she wanted to feel her pussy stretch more than it had ever done before.

She got on top of him and grabbed his cock in her hand and gently guided it to her aching pussy lips.

As the cock tip went in, it began stretching her pussy as if paving the way for the real meat to follow.

She sat down a little more and more of his cock went inside her, stretching her more.

She let out another moan as he grabbed both her ass checks in each hands and continued to guide her down so that all his cock was inside her.

Her pussy stretched, felt so full. When their bodies met and fully merged, he let out a soft moan.

'"Ahhhhh, your pussy feels so tight," he just about managed to say.

His cock filled her up so completely that their bodies were glued as one.

He held her body there and reached behind her head to bring her down to kiss him.

"Ride my cock. I want to cum inside you," he ordered, now bolder and more dominant in his tone.

She moaned and started moving her hips rhythmically, her breasts now dangling in his face as she moved to and fro on his cock.

He reached up and grabbed her breasts in his hand and pulled her right breast towards his mouth and started licking her nipples. Then he pulled her left breast and repeat his licks. Sucking on her breasts in turn as if they were the nourishment that would satisfy his hunger.

"I love your fucking cock," she shouted as her clit grinded on his body with each movement of her hips. "I want you to tear my pussy tonight."

He reached round behind her and grabbed both her ass cheeks again and matched her rhythm with his hands so even though she was in control, it felt like he was the one fucking her.

Faster and faster her hips moved as she felt the bend of his cock tip grazing across her g-spot with each stroke.

His breathing started getting faster and she could tell he was getting close.

She wanted to see him cum.

She flicked her hair back and grabbed both his hands so that she could balance and move even faster with her hips.

"Is this what you wanted? You wanted this Pakistani cock inside you, didn't you," he dirty talked.

Just hearing him talk like that turned her on so much that she found herself getting close to cumming.

"Yesssssss, give me that thick brown cock," she howled, not knowing where the words came to her but in the moment that's all she wanted.

She could sense him tensing and she was close too. Her pussy being stretched by each thrust she knew she'd come again soon too.

His breathing now much more rapid.

"I'm about to cum, I'm about to cum," he shouted.

"Shoot in me. Give me your cum," she found herself saying.

In an instant his cock was throbbing inside her and she felt hot cum jolting within her. Pump after pump she could feel his cum shooting inside her.

And feeling the cum in her, sent her over the edge too.

"Fuck! I'm cumming too," she just about managed to say as her whole body shuddered again and jolted as the ecstasy exploded within her and she came all over his cock.

She fell on top of him as he held her in a strong muscular grip. Both out of breath, their bodies still twined and his cock still pulsating the last drops of cum inside her.

"Fuck! That was.......," he trailed off not knowing what words could describe the otherworldly experience he'd just had.

She looked at him, just about catching her breath. She leaned in and kissed him.

They lay like that for a few minutes. His cock still within her.

She wanted that feeling for as long as possible. This feeling of her pussy being so full.

He rubbed his fingers down her back as finally she gently started to get off him. As his cock slipped out, her pussy now felt so empty.

She lay back on the other side of the sofa and looked at him. His cock lying across his thigh with her cum all over it.

Still looking at him she stuck a hand towards her pussy to feel the juices still flowing out from within her. His cum merged with hers, it felt sticky on her fingers but she loved it. She played with their cum for a minute, feeling the texture in her fingers, yet not saying anything out loud.

He just watched her, not saying anything either but admiring her figure and her body and taking it all in.

"You've got an amazing cock, you know?" she finally said, looking up at him.

They both laughed and she immediately thought he's got such a beautiful laugh.

She'd cum so much that her head now felt woozy.

"I think I'll lie down now," she said, as she stretched further on the sofa.

All that cumming had knocked her out and within 60 seconds she already had her eyes closed and was sleeping.

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It was still not dawn yet when she stirred and awoke. The large bay window showed the light just beginning to break on the horizon so she knew it was still early.

Immediately the flashbacks came to her from the night before. The boring time at Lee's business event. The cab ride home. Her cumming in the back seat of the car. Him coming in and taking her dress off. Her seeing his hard thick cock. His beautiful olive skin tone and muscular body. Him eating her out on the sofa. She on top of him. Him cumming inside her and shooting load after load.

She wrapped the blanket that had seemed to have been placed on her and immediately looked around to see where he was.

There was no sign of him.

Her red dress from the night before was neatly folded on the side table on the other side of the sofa with her red lace panties on top.

"When did he leave?" she thought. "I didn't even catch his name."

She looked at the pile of her belongings again and could see something within the panties.

Immediately she reached out and grabbed them and there within her panties was a business card.

Jay's Chauffeur Services. She flipped it over and it read; "The next time you need a ride, just call."

She smiled.

"Is getting another ride tonight a bit too early?" she wondered.