I have a twisted obsession.

I love being watched by different men.

During the day, I'm a corporate executive who deliberately dresses provocatively to catch the attention of my male subordinates.

At night, I become an Uber driver, boldly showing off my body to passengers.

Passengers tease my burning body and spread my legs apart.

"Let me in..."

I can barely contain my excitement as I let out a muffled moan.

...

"Damn, she's huge! Can't imagine how good it would feel to touch her!"

"I'd love to strip her naked and have my way with her!"

My male colleagues at the office gossip about me constantly.

But the nastier their words, the more excited I get, my body going weak with arousal.

I have this twisted obsession - I love having different men admire my body.

Because of this, I'm too scared to date anyone, afraid of breaking down my inner barriers and becoming the slut everyone talks about. I've never had any real experience either.

One time, in an emergency, I had to pick up a client wearing only my nightgown. His shameless stare made my body tremble uncontrollably, giving me satisfaction like never before.

I instantly fell in love with that feeling!

I signed up to be a rideshare driver, wearing scandalous outfits at night that I'd never dare wear during the day, showing off my perfect figure for strange men to admire.

Feeling their burning gazes sweep over my body makes my heart race with excitement.

After dropping off each passenger, I'd pleasure myself in the car with my little toy.

I keep telling myself this is wrong, but I dress more and more revealing, even craving for these strange men to leave their marks on my body.

Just like right now - I'm being even bolder, wearing only lace lingerie and a thin, nearly transparent slip dress, sitting in my car.

Just thinking about passengers seeing me like this makes me tremble with excitement.

Tonight's passenger is going far - thirty miles away.

I'm thrilled because this means he'll have more time to admire my body.

Blushing, I arrive at the pickup location and see a tall, well-built man.

"Hello, are you the passenger ending in 1010?"

I nervously greet him, my face burning red.

The man glances at me casually, but then his eyes light up with interest.

I nervously swallow, getting even more excited.

My body starts heating up, the strange sensation becoming more stimulating.

I don't dare look at him, desperately avoiding his gaze.

As if telling him I'm a decent woman, not what he thinks.

But my thin dress is practically nothing - I can see my revealing lingerie underneath, let alone what he can see.

From the corner of my eye, his gaze burns hot, his throat moving rapidly.

This look satisfies me completely.

I can't help but fantasize - does he think I'm a slutty woman? Will he put his hands on me?

I hope he'll treat me roughly, crave his coarse palms kneading my body freely.

Just thinking about it makes my body go soft.

I start the car, driving very slowly.

Giving him plenty of opportunities.

I twist my body from time to time, exposing more skin, making sure he gets a better view.

He gets more excited indeed, breathing heavily, squeezing his legs together and covering himself with his clothes.

I'm particularly satisfied with his reaction, wanting to cry out with excitement but barely controlling myself.

I fantasize that he'll pounce on me the next second and ravage me thoroughly.

But he's too timid, only daring to look but not touch, which frustrates me.

Soon we reach the destination. He reluctantly gets out, looking back repeatedly as he leaves.

I wish he could stay and leave his marks on my body.

Even... even just a touch would be good!