The winter afternoon was dreary, the kind of gray that made everything feel slower, heavier. Cory shuffled his feet on the curb, his breath visible in the cold air as he waved down a taxi. He wasn’t usually one to splurge on a ride home—forty minutes away by car was expensive—but the biting wind and his aching legs convinced him this once. The taxi pulled up, its tires crunching over the slushy sidewalk. Inside, the driver turned to him with a smile. She was striking—brunette, wearing a black hoodie that clung just enough to hint at her curves. Her eyes sparkled with a warmth that felt out of place in the frigid air. “Hop in,” she said, her voice smooth, almost teasing.Cory slid into the backseat, immediately hit by the scent of something fruity. It was subtle but intoxicating, like ripe strawberries mixed with something muskier, earthier. He couldn’t quite place it, but it made his head swim a little. He fumbled with his seatbelt, suddenly feeling clumsy under her gaze.“Where to?” she asked, her tone light, playful even.He gave her his address, his voice softer than he intended. She nodded, pulling into traffic. For a few minutes, the only sound was the hum of the engine and the rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers. Cory stared out the window, trying to ignore the way his heart seemed to beat faster whenever he caught her glancing at him in the rearview mirror.Then, unexpectedly, she spoke again. “So, what’s your deal? You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind.”Cory blinked, surprised. He wasn’t used to strangers—especially attractive ones—asking him personal questions. “Uh… just studying. Exams coming up,” he mumbled.She chuckled, a low, melodic sound. “Studying, huh? Sounds thrilling. I’m Carol, by the way.”“Cory,” he replied, his cheeks warming. He didn’t know why, but there was something about her that made him want to talk, to open up in a way he rarely did. Before long, they were chatting easily—about his classes, her job, the awful weather. Carol had a way of drawing him out, laughing at his awkward jokes, making him feel like he was the most interesting person in the world.About ten minutes into the drive, she pulled over abruptly. Cory frowned, glancing around. They weren’t anywhere near his house. “Everything okay?”Carol turned to him, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then she smiled, slow and deliberate. “You’re sweet, Cory. Really sweet. Why don’t you come sit up front with me?”His stomach twisted nervously, but he found himself nodding before he could think better of it. He unbuckled his seatbelt and slid into the passenger seat, the fruity smell even stronger now. It wrapped around him, filling his lungs, making his head spin.Carol reached over, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. Her fingers lingered for a moment, sending a shiver down his spine. “Better,” she murmured, before pulling back onto the road.They drove in silence for a while, the tension between them thick and electric. Cory’s hands rested on his knees, his fingers twitching nervously. He tried to focus on the scenery outside, but his attention kept drifting to Carol. The way her hands gripped the steering wheel, the curve of her neck where it disappeared into her hoodie. His thoughts grew hazier, more primal.After another stretch of quiet conversation, Carol glanced at him, her lips curling into a sly smile. “So, Cory… do you still want to go home and study? Or do you want to come with me and… see where this goes?”His heart raced. This was crazy, reckless even. But the way she looked at him, the way her voice dripped with promise, made it impossible to say no. “With you,” he said softly, almost without realizing it.Her grin widened, and she took a sharp turn onto a side street. Minutes later, they pulled up to a small apartment building. She led him inside, her hand brushing against his as she unlocked the door. The space was warm, bathed in soft sunlight despite the gloom outside. Cory barely had time to take it in before Carol pinned him against the wall, her lips crashing into his.The kiss was hungry, desperate. Cory gasped into her mouth, his hands tangling in her hair as she pressed closer. Her tongue teased his, her taste mingling with the fruity scent that still haunted him. When she finally pulled away, both of them were breathing heavily.Carol dropped to her knees, her hands working at his belt with practiced ease. Cory froze, his mind racing, but then her mouth was on him, hot and wet, and all coherent thought fled. She took him deep, her lips sliding up and down his length, her tongue swirling around the tip. It was sloppy, intense, and utterly overwhelming. Cory groaned, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter behind him for support.When she finally released him, he was shaking. Carol stood, her eyes dark with desire. “Now it’s your turn,” she whispered, leading him to the couch. She sat down, stretching her legs out in front of her. “Lick my feet.”Cory hesitated, staring at her bare feet. They were delicate, perfectly shaped, but the idea struck him as odd. Still, something in her gaze compelled him to obey. He knelt before her, his tongue flicking out tentatively to taste her skin. The flavor was salty, slightly sweet, and oddly addictive. Before he knew it, he was licking eagerly, his mouth moving over her toes, her arches, her heels.Carol moaned softly, her fingers threading through his hair. “Good boy,” she murmured. “Now… higher.”He obeyed without question, his mouth trailing up her calves, her thighs, until he reached the apex of her legs. Her scent was stronger here, wild and intoxicating. He buried his face in her, savoring the taste of her, the way she writhed and whimpered under his touch.But Carol wasn’t done. She pulled him up, guiding him to the bed. “I want you to try something new,” she said, her voice husky. “Lick my ass.”Cory balked, uncertainty flashing across his face. “I… I don’t know…”Carol cupped his face, her thumb brushing his lower lip. “Trust me,” she whispered. Then she lifted her arm, exposing the soft skin beneath. “Smell.”He leaned in, inhaling deeply. The scent was unmistakable—it was the same one that had filled the car, that had been driving him wild all afternoon. His pulse quickened, his resistance crumbling. Without another word, he leaned down, his tongue tracing the curve of her ass.Carol shuddered, her moans growing louder as he tasted her, explored her. He lost himself in the act, his earlier hesitation replaced by raw need. When she finally turned to him, her eyes blazing with desire, he was already hard, aching for her.She positioned him at her entrance, her body trembling with anticipation. “This might hurt,” she warned, her voice tight. “But don’t stop.”Cory nodded, his breath hitching as he pushed forward. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced—tight, intense, bordering on painful. But the way Carol arched her back, the way she cried out his name, drove him forward. He thrust deeper, harder, until he was fully sheathed inside her.The friction was unbearable, exquisite. Cory’s hips moved instinctively, spurred on by her moans, her pleas. He gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he pounded into her, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. When he finally came, it was explosive, his body convulsing with pleasure as he emptied himself inside her.They collapsed together, their bodies tangled, sweat-slicked. Carol curled against him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Stay,” she whispered, her voice soft but insistent. “Don’t go home. Stay with me.”Cory paused, his mind still hazy from the intensity of it all. But as he looked into her eyes, saw the vulnerability there, he knew his answer. “I’ll stay,” he murmured, pulling her closer.Carol smiled, her lips brushing his in a gentle kiss. And for the first time in weeks, Cory felt truly alive.

Cory takes a taxi home on a cold winter day and is soon captivated by the attractive driver, Carol. During the ride, Carol starts a conversation with him, flirts openly, and convinces him to join her at her apartment, where they engage in a series of escalating sexual encounters. In the end, Cory decides to stay with Carol for the night.

The winter afternoon was dreary, the kind of gray that made everything feel slower, heavier. Cory shuffled his feet on the curb, his breath visible in the cold air as he waved down a taxi. He wasn’t usually one to splurge on a ride home—forty minutes away by car was expensive—but the biting wind and his aching legs convinced him this once. The taxi pulled up, its tires crunching over the slushy sidewalk. 

Inside, the driver turned to him with a smile. She was striking—brunette, wearing a black hoodie that clung just enough to hint at her curves. Her eyes sparkled with a warmth that felt out of place in the frigid air. “Hop in,” she said, her voice smooth, almost teasing.

Cory slid into the backseat, immediately hit by the scent of something *fruity*. It was subtle but intoxicating, like ripe strawberries mixed with something muskier, earthier. He couldn’t quite place it, but it made his head swim a little. He fumbled with his seatbelt, suddenly feeling clumsy under her gaze.

“Where to?” she asked, her tone light, playful even.

He gave her his address, his voice softer than he intended. She nodded, pulling into traffic. For a few minutes, the only sound was the hum of the engine and the rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers. Cory stared out the window, trying to ignore the way his heart seemed to beat faster whenever he caught her glancing at him in the rearview mirror.

Then, unexpectedly, she spoke again. “So, what’s your deal? You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind.”

Cory blinked, surprised. He wasn’t used to strangers—especially attractive ones—asking him personal questions. “Uh… just studying. Exams coming up,” he mumbled.

She chuckled, a low, melodic sound. “Studying, huh? Sounds thrilling. I’m Carol, by the way.”

“Cory,” he replied, his cheeks warming. He didn’t know why, but there was something about her that made him want to talk, to open up in a way he rarely did. Before long, they were chatting easily—about his classes, her job, the awful weather. Carol had a way of drawing him out, laughing at his awkward jokes, making him feel like he was the most interesting person in the world.

About ten minutes into the drive, she pulled over abruptly. Cory frowned, glancing around. They weren’t anywhere near his house. “Everything okay?”

Carol turned to him, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then she smiled, slow and deliberate. “You’re sweet, Cory. Really sweet. Why don’t you come sit up front with me?”

His stomach twisted nervously, but he found himself nodding before he could think better of it. He unbuckled his seatbelt and slid into the passenger seat, the fruity smell even stronger now. It wrapped around him, filling his lungs, making his head spin.

Carol reached over, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. Her fingers lingered for a moment, sending a shiver down his spine. “Better,” she murmured, before pulling back onto the road.

They drove in silence for a while, the tension between them thick and electric. Cory’s hands rested on his knees, his fingers twitching nervously. He tried to focus on the scenery outside, but his attention kept drifting to Carol. The way her hands gripped the steering wheel, the curve of her neck where it disappeared into her hoodie. His thoughts grew hazier, more primal.

After another stretch of quiet conversation, Carol glanced at him, her lips curling into a sly smile. “So, Cory… do you still want to go home and study? Or do you want to come with me and… see where this goes?”

His heart raced. This was crazy, reckless even. But the way she looked at him, the way her voice dripped with promise, made it impossible to say no. “With you,” he said softly, almost without realizing it.

Her grin widened, and she took a sharp turn onto a side street. Minutes later, they pulled up to a small apartment building. She led him inside, her hand brushing against his as she unlocked the door. The space was warm, bathed in soft sunlight despite the gloom outside. Cory barely had time to take it in before Carol pinned him against the wall, her lips crashing into his.

The kiss was hungry, desperate. Cory gasped into her mouth, his hands tangling in her hair as she pressed closer. Her tongue teased his, her taste mingling with the fruity scent that still haunted him. When she finally pulled away, both of them were breathing heavily.

Carol dropped to her knees, her hands working at his belt with practiced ease. Cory froze, his mind racing, but then her mouth was on him, hot and wet, and all coherent thought fled. She took him deep, her lips sliding up and down his length, her tongue swirling around the tip. It was sloppy, intense, and utterly overwhelming. Cory groaned, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter behind him for support.

When she finally released him, he was shaking. Carol stood, her eyes dark with desire. “Now it’s your turn,” she whispered, leading him to the couch. She sat down, stretching her legs out in front of her. “Lick my feet.”

Cory hesitated, staring at her bare feet. They were delicate, perfectly shaped, but the idea struck him as odd. Still, something in her gaze compelled him to obey. He knelt before her, his tongue flicking out tentatively to taste her skin. The flavor was salty, slightly sweet, and oddly addictive. Before he knew it, he was licking eagerly, his mouth moving over her toes, her arches, her heels.

Carol moaned softly, her fingers threading through his hair. “Good boy,” she murmured. “Now… higher.”

He obeyed without question, his mouth trailing up her calves, her thighs, until he reached the apex of her legs. Her scent was stronger here, wild and intoxicating. He buried his face in her, savoring the taste of her, the way she writhed and whimpered under his touch.

But Carol wasn’t done. She pulled him up, guiding him to the bed. “I want you to try something new,” she said, her voice husky. “Lick my ass.”

Cory balked, uncertainty flashing across his face. “I… I don’t know…”

Carol cupped his face, her thumb brushing his lower lip. “Trust me,” she whispered. Then she lifted her arm, exposing the soft skin beneath. “Smell.”

He leaned in, inhaling deeply. The scent was unmistakable—it was the same one that had filled the car, that had been driving him wild all afternoon. His pulse quickened, his resistance crumbling. Without another word, he leaned down, his tongue tracing the curve of her ass.

Carol shuddered, her moans growing louder as he tasted her, explored her. He lost himself in the act, his earlier hesitation replaced by raw need. When she finally turned to him, her eyes blazing with desire, he was already hard, aching for her.

She positioned him at her entrance, her body trembling with anticipation. “This might hurt,” she warned, her voice tight. “But don’t stop.”

Cory nodded, his breath hitching as he pushed forward. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced—tight, intense, bordering on painful. But the way Carol arched her back, the way she cried out his name, drove him forward. He thrust deeper, harder, until he was fully sheathed inside her.

The friction was unbearable, exquisite. Cory’s hips moved instinctively, spurred on by her moans, her pleas. He gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he pounded into her, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. When he finally came, it was explosive, his body convulsing with pleasure as he emptied himself inside her.

They collapsed together, their bodies tangled, sweat-slicked. Carol curled against him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Stay,” she whispered, her voice soft but insistent. “Don’t go home. Stay with me.”

Cory paused, his mind still hazy from the intensity of it all. But as he looked into her eyes, saw the vulnerability there, he knew his answer. “I’ll stay,” he murmured, pulling her closer.

Carol smiled, her lips brushing his in a gentle kiss. And for the first time in weeks, Cory felt truly alive.

A young college students gets in a Taxi with a strange scent driving him horny.

Cory's Unexpected Enchantment by Carol

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