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Share My Ride: A Human Touch
In sensual South Beach, a middle-aged man longs for a connection he can’t find in heartless boardrooms. Could a lustful threesome be the cure he needed?
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
Sasha is a young woman who works at night as an Uber driver and uses her looks to tease her male passengers, get bigger tips, and pay her grandmother’s rent. After getting to know her in Share My Ride: Teased in The Night, let’s now take the time to connect with Alex, a middle-aged man longing for a connection he can’t find in heartless boardrooms. Could a lustful threesome be the cure he needed?
Heads up: This is a slow burn. Come along for the ride, and you will be pleased. I promise!
Sunlight shimmered off the crystal chandelier, casting intricate patterns across the polished marble floor of Alex Martin’s office. The room was expansive, filled with sleek mahogany furniture and modern art that embodied an excess of wealth. Mike Martin, his father, leaned against the massive desk, eyeing the documents in his hand with casual indifference.
“Son, we need to make some urgent decisions here,” Mike said, his fingers tapping impatiently on the dark wood. “It’s time to cut some dead weight.”
Alex ran a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders. His muscular frame suggested someone who’s used to having access to high-end workout facilities and a professional trainer. He sighed, nodding in reluctant agreement.
“Alright, Dad,” he conceded, knowing it was futile to argue. “Let’s go over the list one more time.”
Mike tossed the papers onto the desk, causing them to scatter like fallen leaves. “Very well,” he said, pulling up another chair to sit beside his son. “But remember, this is about the success of Martin Incorporated. We can’t let sentimentality hold us back.”
As they pored over the list of names, Alex couldn’t help but notice how easily his father dismissed the livelihoods of those who had dedicated their lives to their company. Each person was reduced to a mere number, a statistic to be removed from the equation without a second thought. He clenched his jaw, trying to suppress his growing frustration.
“Trust me, son,” Mike continued, oblivious to Alex’s turmoil. “Once we’ve trimmed the fat, profits will soar.”
“Of course, Dad,” Alex murmured, forcing a smile as they prepared for an upcoming management meeting. Little did he know, however, that his world was about to change in ways he could never have anticipated.
The tension in Alex’s spine eased as he straightened his expensive, linen shirt, a far cry from the stuffy New York-style business suits that swathed the executives up north. Mike, dressed similarly, leaned against the door frame, an eyebrow arched as he studied his son.
“Speaking of urgent decisions,” he began, “when are you going to find a proper wife?”
Alex’s jaw clenched, annoyance flashing across his face. He had always obeyed his parents’ wishes, attending the schools they chose, driving the cars they gifted him, and even dating the women they deemed suitable. It felt like a gilded cage, beautiful on the outside but suffocating within.
“Let’s focus on the meeting right now, Dad,” he replied tersely, brushing past his father and entering the conference room.
The luxurious space was filled with the rustling of papers and hushed conversations. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the faint buzz of smartphones receiving last-minute emails, text messages, and updates. As people trickled into the room, it became clear that the upcoming meeting was of great importance.
In spite of his frustrations, Alex offered warm smiles and words of encouragement to those who entered. His welcoming demeanor starkly contrasted with his father’s cold and greedy personality, causing some to gravitate toward Alex for a brief moment of solace before the meeting began.
Catching snippets of conversation, Alex could sense the underlying fear and uncertainty among his employees. He wished he could do more to reassure them, to let them know their worth wasn’t merely measured in numbers and profits. But with his father’s iron grip on the company, his hands were tied.
When someone suggested they get started, there was a mumble of agreement throughout the room. Although it was called a “meeting,” Alex knew that his father would be calling all the shots. He let out an exhausted sigh as he took his seat at the head of the table. Would he ever be able to choose which meetings to go to?
Alex’s gaze drifted toward the window, where the breathtaking skyline of Miami stretched out before him with the Intracoastal in the background. It was a sight he had grown up with, yet it never ceased to amaze him. He found comfort in the city’s vibrant energy, even as the conference room walls seemed to close in on him.
“Hey, Alex, do you have a pen I can borrow?” a young employee named Sarah asked, interrupting his thoughts. Her eyes were wide and nervous, likely anticipating the harsh decisions that would be made during the meeting.
“Of course,” he replied, offering her a warm smile as he handed over a sleek, expensive-looking pen. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” she said, visibly relaxing at his kindness. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes about the kind of man Alex was — someone who valued genuine connections over material wealth.
“Good morning, everyone,” Mike Martin announced, his voice cutting through the chatter like a knife. The room went silent as the older man stood beside Alex, towering over him with a cup of coffee in hand. His father’s dominating presence was palpable, and Alex couldn’t help but feel a sense of suffocation.
As the CEO of the billion-dollar family business, Alex held an impressive title, yet he had little autonomy. His father managed everything as Executive Chairman, leaving Alex feeling like a pawn in a game he never wanted to play. But despite his longing for something more meaningful, he knew this was the life he was destined to inherit.
“Alright, let’s begin,” Mike said, eyeing the room with an air of authority that only further emphasized the stark contrast between him and his son. Under his rule, the company operated with cold efficiency, each employee a cog in a well-oiled machine.
The conference room was filled with the sound of rustling papers and the tapping of keyboards as the meeting commenced.
Alex glanced around the conference room, his gaze lingering on each face as he tried to memorize their expressions — their hopes, dreams, and fears — before they were inevitably extinguished by the upcoming layoffs. His heart ached with the knowledge that he held their futures in his hands yet was powerless to change their fate.
“Have we considered other options?” Alex tentatively offered, hoping to soften the blow for those who would soon lose their livelihoods. “Perhaps we could reduce hours or offer job-sharing opportunities instead of letting people go.”
“Alex,” Mike said, dismissing his son’s suggestion with a wave of his hand. “We’re here to make tough decisions, not coddle employees. We need to cut costs, and that means cutting jobs.”
The other executives muttered their agreement, their eyes carefully avoiding Alex’s pleading gaze. He felt the familiar sting of humiliation, knowing his opinion carried little weight in this room — especially against his father’s iron will.
“Alright, then,” Mike declared, pausing momentarily to sip his coffee before continuing. “Let’s move forward,” he added, setting his coffee cup down with a resounding clink. The sound echoed in the room like a judge's gavel, marking the end of any hope for a different outcome.
Alex felt his frustration grow as the other meeting participants nodded their assent. His desire to provide a compassionate alternative to the massive job losses was drowned out by his father’s relentless pursuit of profit. With every decision made, any chance of changing his father’s mind seemed to slip further from his grasp.
Lost in thought, Alex found himself daydreaming about a different life — one where he wasn’t shackled to his parent’s expectations. Instead, images of a compassionate, intelligent woman filled his mind — someone who would challenge him, support him, and love him for who he was rather than the wealth and status he represented.
He imagined this woman by his side, a beacon of warmth and understanding amidst the cold, calculating world of corporate greed. She would be his refuge, his confidante, and his partner — a far cry from the life his parents had planned for him. But as quickly as the fantasy appeared, it vanished, replaced by the stark reality of his situation.
“Alex!” Mike barked, snapping his son back to attention. “Are you with us or daydreaming about your next scuba vacation?”
Flushing with embarrassment, Alex nodded, forcing himself to focus on the present moment. Yet, even as he tried to engage with the meeting, his thoughts couldn’t help but drift back to the woman in his daydream — a symbol of the life he so desperately craved yet could never attain as long as he remained shackled to his family’s demands.
The meeting ended abruptly, with executives scrambling to gather their belongings and make a swift exit, eager to prove their commitment to Mike’s ruthless efficiency. Alex remained seated at the head of the table, feeling the weight of his father’s expectations like shackles around his wrists.
He watched them disperse, their brisk footsteps echoing through the room, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips. So this was his life — a never-ending series of soul-crushing meetings and decisions that left him feeling empty and trapped.
Stepping out into the hallway, Alex found himself face-to-face with Julia, Mike’s assistant. Her warm eyes seemed to pierce straight through him, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to her intelligence and poise.
Julia was in her late 30s or early 40s, with dark curls framing her delicate features. Sometimes her face lit up with a smile that made her lips grow fuller and brought out the dimples in her cheeks. Her brows lifted as she laughed, making her appear younger than she was. Eyes that had seen much happiness danced with mischief when she told a joke and sparkled when she spoke about an old friend.
Alex believed that Julia’s cheerful nature and good-natured outlook were responsible for most of her attractiveness and made her appear younger than she was.
“Alex, we need to discuss how to implement the decisions from the meeting,” she said, her voice soft but assertive.
“Of course, Julia,” he replied, his gaze lingering on the curve of her neck as it disappeared beneath her modest blouse. He couldn’t help but wonder what lay beneath those conservative layers. Was her body as alluring as her mind?
As they discussed the upcoming layoffs, Alex found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. His mind kept returning to Julia, imagining her in more intimate settings — at his favorite bistro, jabbering away over a candlelit dinner. Or better yet, lying on the deck of his yacht during a romantic sunset, a shimmering necklace around her neck drawing attention to her sun-kissed body and bare breasts with tan lines glistening in the golden light.
He shook his head, trying to dispel the inappropriate images. In the era of #MeToo, such fantasies were better left unexplored. Yet, he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt — not just to the physical beauty he assumed was hidden under the conservative clothes, but to her intellect and the way she navigated the treacherous waters of his father’s empire.
“Julia, you’re the only reason this company still works,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “You keep the ship straight while my father’s caustic personality drives everyone away.”
She looked at him with surprise and gratitude, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “Thank you, Alex,” she said softly. “It’s nice to know someone appreciates my efforts.”
As they continued their conversation, Alex couldn’t help but think about what life might be like if he could break free from his predetermined existence — if he could choose his own path, his own partner, and finally find happiness beyond the cold, sterile walls of a conference room. And as Julia’s laughter filled the air, mingling with the scent of her perfume, he knew that this was a question he could no longer ignore.
The hot South Florida sun peeked through the blinds in Mike’s office, casting striped patterns of light and shadow on the polished mahogany desk. Alex leaned against the edge of the desk, gazing at Julia as she organized some files. He was struggling to get rid of the mental images he had conjured up of her topless body, adorned only by a tiny bikini bottom, her skin sun-kissed and warm to the touch.
“Can you believe all those layoffs?” he said, his voice tinged with frustration. “I wish there were another way.”
Julia hesitated before answering, acutely aware of Mike’s presence, her fingers tracing the edge of a file folder. “Sometimes tough decisions have to be made,” she replied, her tone carefully neutral.
But Alex couldn’t accept that. He wanted more than a life filled with cold, calculated decisions. He longed for something richer, more human. At the same time, he envisioned Julia’s chuckles resonating throughout the ocean as they sailed, discussing topics both trivial and profound.
“Ever thought about just leaving it all behind?” he asked, his gaze locked with hers.
Rather than responding to the query, she gracefully shifted the dialogue to talking about putting the meeting’s decisions into practice.
“Being CEO isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” he confessed, his voice heavy with disappointment.
Julia’s eyes softened. “You’re not alone, Alex.”
“Maybe,” he sighed, “but I can’t help but think there’s more to life than just wealth and status.”
Mike cut in, his voice full of frustration and disapproval, demanding to know if his son was committed to assisting him with managing the business or not.
Alex nodded.
The tension in Mike’s office was palpable as he began to pressure Alex about finding a proper wife. His father’s voice filled the room like an overbearing fog, suffocating any sense of autonomy Alex might have had.
“Alex, it’s time for you to settle down with someone who can help further our family’s interests,” Mike said, his eyes boring into his son’s.
Feeling the weight of his father’s expectations and uncomfortable with the topic being discussed in front of Julia, Alex tried to deflect with humor, gesturing towards her. “Well, why not Julia then? She’s smart and hardworking.”
Julia’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink at the unexpected suggestion, her eyes widening in surprise. Mike’s face contorted with anger, seeing the joke as a direct challenge to his authority and choice of suitable partners for his son.
“Julia is not some socialite trophy wife,” he scoffed, making his disdain for the idea crystal clear. “She’s my assistant, and that’s all she needs to be.”
The atmosphere in the office changed in an instant. His father’s blunt statement took Alex aback, but Julia handled it with grace despite feeling embarrassed. She was used to the old man’s caustic personality. Alex regretted having put her in that position.
He knew that pursuing a relationship with Julia would be reckless and inappropriate, especially in the #MeToo era. But he couldn’t deny the growing desire for something more — a genuine connection, a life worth living, and perhaps even love.
Later that evening, Alex found himself at an upscale Cuban restaurant on Ocean Drive in South Beach, pulling up to the valet in his McLaren. As he stepped out onto the sidewalk, he couldn’t help but notice the young women walking off the beach, wearing barely-there bikinis that left little to the imagination. A few were topless which is what South Beach was known for. They seemed to revel in the attention they received, their sultry glances and flirtatious winks aimed at the wealthy men around them.
South Beach was a sensual playground for these young women, some hoping to find a sugar daddy to whisk them away into a life of luxury. A few of them winked at Alex, their intentions as clear as the crystal-blue ocean nearby.
As Alex navigated through the sea of beautiful bodies, he couldn’t help but feel a longing for a genuine connection with someone who could see past his McLaren. He wished to share laughter, conversation, and intimacy with a woman who didn’t care about designer clothes or fancy cars — someone who truly loved him for who he was, not what he could provide.
Despite the allure of the bikini-clad women around him, Alex’s thoughts drifted back to Julia — her intelligence, warmth, and the blush that had bloomed on her cheeks at his impulsive suggestion.
The Cuban restaurant on Ocean Drive was a glittering display of opulence, with dazzling chandeliers casting a warm glow over tables adorned with fine china and pretentious crystal glassware. Alex sat across from Celine, the woman his father had chosen for him to marry.
She was an exquisite work of art, her delicate features and voluptuous body crafted with heartfelt perfection. Her hair flowed in a glimmering river of gold down her statuesque curves, while her piercing blue eyes shimmered like tiny glaciers. Embellished with the shimmer of diamond earrings and augmented by artificial breasts, she had a beauty that seemed too pristine to be real.
The sight of the beauty queen stirred a primal fire within him as his body tried to take over his mind. His manhood swelled with an awakening lust, but his eyes stayed focused and cold despite the heat building up inside him. He felt like he was being pulled towards her against his will, repelled by how fake and artificial her body and persona appeared.
Celine focused on the menu, her perfectly manicured fingers tracing over the descriptions of the most expensive dishes. Her body, encased in a designer dress that hugged her curves, seemed as much a work of art as the paintings that adorned the walls. But her mind was elsewhere, already calculating how many shopping trips could be squeezed into the next month.
“Can you believe they don’t have lobster bisque? It’s my favorite,” she complained, looking up from the menu with a disdainful pout. Alex offered a noncommittal shrug, trying to stifle a sigh. Conversations with Celine felt as empty as the tasteless centerpiece on their table.
“Your building is nice, but it’s nothing compared to a beach mansion,” she continued, sipping her champagne without waiting for Alex to respond. “If we got a mansion right on the water, I could have all my friends over and throw the most amazing parties.”
Alex couldn’t help but wonder if she genuinely believed they were already a couple or if this was just an elaborate charade.
“Maybe we should focus on getting to know each other first,” he suggested gently, attempting to steer the conversation away from material extravagance.
Celine simply laughed, her voice dripping with condescension. “Oh, Alex, you’re so sweet. But let’s not pretend this isn’t about money and status, shall we? That’s what marriage is for, after all.”
His chest tightened with frustration, but he hid it behind a thin smile. He realized it was pointless to try and reason with her, just as it had been a hopeless endeavor to debate his father.
Later that evening, Alex sat alone at an expensive hotel's beach bar. The scent of the ocean mingled with the sweet aroma of expensive perfumes as laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. Elegant men and seductive women crowded the space, their attire both casual and luxurious. Their light-hearted chatter seemed so far removed from the stifling dinner he had just endured.
As he took in the lively atmosphere, Alex felt his spirits lift ever so slightly. Surrounded by these vibrant people, he could almost forget the cold, calculated world his father had constructed for him. Instead, he yearned to be part of this world — to share in its laughter and warmth rather than observing it from behind the gilded cage of his family’s expectations.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a fiery glow over the beautifully dressed people who sipped cocktails and laughed with carefree abandon. The short, barely-there dresses of the women revealed ample amounts of bronzed skin, promising endless nights of passion and fun. And though they caught his eye, it wasn’t their physical beauty that appealed to him — it was the life and energy they exuded, a stark contrast to the sterile, controlled environment he inhabited.
For the first time in ages, Alex felt alive.
Perched on a barstool, Alex observed the animated interactions around him. Laughter bubbled in the air like champagne, and warm embraces were exchanged without hesitation. He marveled at their seemingly effortless happiness, wondering why his own fortune hadn’t brought him the same joy.
His gaze lingered on a group of young women who danced to a sultry beat, their hips swaying seductively. Their eyes flirted with every man they encountered, including Alex. He could feel their bold gazes undressing him, their full lips curving into inviting smiles.
Out of the blue, two young women, one with cascading blonde curls and the other a sultry redhead, slid onto the barstools on either side of Alex, their bodies brushing against his as they settled in. They signaled for the bartender and held up three fingers, indicating they’d be sharing Alex’s tab. He felt a shiver run down his spine as the sensation of their soft skin against him broke through the numbness of his loneliness.
“Your drink looks lonely,” the blonde mermaid giggled, leaning closer to Alex. Her perfume, a rich blend of vanilla and jasmine, enveloped him. “Why don’t you let us keep it company?”
“Sounds like a plan,” the redhead purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, brushing it against Alex’s arm, and he felt a surge of warmth at the contact, but his mind also wandered to the countless women who had approached him throughout his life, drawn by the allure of his wealth. How many, he wondered, saw beyond the dollar signs?
“Tell me something interesting about yourselves,” Alex urged, hoping to find some depth beneath their flirtatious exteriors.
“Well,” the blonde began, twirling a curl around her finger, “I once won a hot dog eating contest.”
“Really?” Alex raised an eyebrow, amused by the trivial yet unexpected revelation.
“And I’ve got the best collection of vintage handbags you’ve ever seen,” the redhead chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Their playful banter lightened Alex’s mood, but it was clear they were no more profound than Celine, only seeking entertainment and luxury. Yet their presence provided a temporary respite from his thoughts, and he knew his father would have disapproved. That alone gave him a thrill.
“Okay, let’s get out of here,” Alex impulsively decided, feeling a rebellious sense of liberation over him. The girls exchanged excited glances before following him out of the bar.
The hotel suite was spacious and decadent, every detail meticulously designed to exude opulence. Alex stepped out onto the balcony, a tumbler of scotch in hand, as the two girls disappeared into the bathroom, their laughter echoing through the suite.
He took a sip of his drink, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat, and gazed out at the inky expanse of the ocean. The waves crashed against the shore, a soothing soundtrack to his mutinous evening. For once, he was doing something for himself, not for his father’s approval or to maintain appearances.
The girls’ voices and laughter grew louder as they emerged from the bathroom, and Alex smiled in spite of himself. Though not exactly his type intellectually, he realized that for tonight this was all he needed — human contact, no matter how superficial, just to be around people full of life. And these mischievous creatures were definitively alive!
The two girls stepped onto the balcony with sultry confidence, their nude bodies illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight.
To his left, the blonde’s enticing hair fell in waves down to the small of her back, like honey spilling over warm, tanned skin. Her voluptuous hips curved into a thin waistline, and her full breasts hung freely in the moonlight, inviting his eyes to take in their sumptuousness. A shimmering navel piercing tantalized him as it bounced with every breath she took. He was captivated by the sight of her sweetly shaved pussy, a delicate offering between two luscious thighs.
He shifted his focus to the redheaded temptation to his right. His heart raced, overwhelmed by her voluptuous curves and inviting femininity. Her perky, firm breasts enticed him with their shapely mounds and creamy skin free of any tanlines that suggested a life of topless lounging on the beach. The perfect roundness of her ass cheeks beckoned to him like two plump pillows. And between the tantalizing hills of her body sat a small patch of fiery red curls above her button of pleasure. Her tender outer lips glowed in the shimmering light of the moon as if it were blessing her with its desire.
“Come on,” the redhead girl said, her voice silky smooth as she took his hand, guiding him back into the suite. “Let’s have some fun.”
As they led him towards the bed, Alex found himself marveling at the beauty of their forms but also wondering how many men would envy him at this moment. However, he didn’t care much about the superficiality of it all, no matter how goddess-like these bodies were; he desired the warmth of their skin, the feel of their breath against his neck, and the intimacy of sharing this experience with them. The snugness of the redhead's hand holding his was already providing him intense pleasure.
The blonde’s fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt as her companion worked on loosening his belt. Soon, his clothes lay discarded on the floor, along with the bedsheets that had been pushed away, and the three of them were entangled in a sensual dance of exploration and desire.
The blonde and redheaded women were a vision of sensuality, with their bodies entwining around him as they teased and tormented him. They took turns to straddle his face and cock, tantalizing him with their shamelessly alluring bodies. He savored the unique flavor of each mischievous young vixen, feeling his own pleasure heightened by the sight of flat stomachs topped with beautiful breasts peering down at him as they perched atop his face — a perspective that he rarely had. The two goddesses cast a spell on him, leaving him in an ecstatic trance as he enjoyed the blissful sensations emanating from both of them, making him feel intensely alive for once.
After they had reached their climax, Alex wanted to keep exploring the girls’ bodies with his lips and tongue, indulging in their scent and flavor. Whereas many men may have shied away from cuddling after sex, for Alex, it was the opposite; he felt that he had earned the right to cuddle with the girls after having sex.
When Alex awoke the following morning, he was greeted by the sight of two naked forms stretched out to either side of him, their natural breasts and generous hips pressed against him in a maze of curves. He carefully lifted his head to let his eyes take in the beauty around him.
The way they had inadvertently tangled themselves in the sheets made it look like they were one person instead of three. As he gazed at each woman individually, he marveled at each body's uniqueness. He took a moment to drink in the vision, appreciating how sunlight danced across their skin and highlighted their curvaceous shapes.
But it wasn’t their physical beauty that brought a smile to his lips.
He wondered if it had been a dream — not the threesome with two beautiful women but the pleasure of sleeping in someone’s arms, feeling that person’s breath on his neck, the warmth of skin-to-skin cuddles, and the comforting noise of people breathing.
He felt a surge of elation just from the knowledge that he hadn’t slept alone and had shared this night with these two human beings. Their presence beside him was a reminder that there could be more to life than pleasing his father and upholding the family’s expectations.
“Good morning,” the blonde murmured sleepily, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. “How are you feeling?”
“Better than I have in a long time,” Alex admitted, tracing his fingertips along the curve of her hip. “Thank you, both of you.”
“Anytime,” the redhead girl interrupted, her voice husky from sleep as she stretched languidly against him.
Now that the girls were awake, Alex’s pushed the bedsheets to uncover the little bit of the girls’ bodies still hidden. The blonde was back to him, so he traced his fingertips along the smooth skin of her hips, back, and neck, then looked at the redhead facing him. He circled his fingers around her left breast before cupping it and gently squeezing it. She smiled and blew him a kiss with her juicy lips.
These were two beautiful bodies, but it was their scents mingling in the air around him that he appreciated the most, an intoxicating mixture of sweat and sex that should have been off-putting but instead felt strangely comforting. It reminded him of their shared humanity, of the connection they had forged last night.
The blonde rolled in bed to face Alex, propping herself up on her knees. Her firm, young breasts bounced slightly before settling with her nipples pointed right at him. The scent of sweat surrounding her made her seem even more alluring than she had been the night before when she was wearing perfume.
Both girls had a refreshing spark of life in their eyes and laughter that bubbled up from their very cores. And as they spoke, Alex wondered if this night of passion could be the catalyst he needed to break free from his father’s control and pursue the genuine connections he craved.
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