Hitchhiker

With both hands firmly on the steering wheel, Andy leaned forward and turned his head, checking his blind spot as he pressed the accelerator and eased onto the freeway. Glancing up to his rear view mirror and confirming he was safely ahead of the eighteen-wheeler he had noticed as he turned onto the ramp Andy relaxed a bit. Only then did he notice the hitchhiker on the shoulder ahead of him.

Not one to take unnecessary risks he normally wouldn't even consider picking up a hitchhiker, there were just too many stories out there and he refused to become a victim. As he got closer he noticed it was a woman, a relatively attractive one the best he could tell as he approached at sixty-five miles per hour. Just as he breezed past her he made a decision...

After she had climbed into the car and they exchanged a brief impromptu introduction and a few mumbled thank yous, Andy found himself engulfed in an uncomfortable silence. Not wanting to rudely stare at his new passenger, he stole a few quick glances as they traveled the next few miles. Her shoulder length blonde hair was surprising clean and it looked like she actually had on some makeup. She had unbuttoned her heavy jacket exposing a low cut blouse showing a hint of a black lace bra and some alluring cleavage.

After nearly an hour, hoping for her to remove her jacket, Andy reached forward and turned up the heat a bit just before changing lanes and slowly passing an eighteen-wheeler. That was it! The eighteen-wheeler provided him a subject and feeling courageous he spoke.

"That's the damn truck that blared its horn as I pulled over to pick you up," he said, nodding his head at the truck.

"We passed him quickly, how fast are we going?"

"Just a bit over the speed limit, the truck must be slowing down for some reason."

She wiggled out of her jacket, looking back as the truck pulled onto an exit ramp. Andy stared as she worked off the coat, getting a good look down the front of her blouse. Feeling a tingling in his crotch, he quickly looked back to the road as she straightened out in her seat and said, "Yeah, looks like a pit stop for him."

"Speaking of pit stop, do you need to stop for anything?"

"No, I'm fine," she replied.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to take this next exit. I think I drank a bit too much coffee when got gas before picking you up."

"No problem."

They drove a few miles before Andy turned on his blinker and eased onto the exit ramp. There were two gas stations on the other side of the freeway, but instead of turning and traveling over the bridge to the stations, Andy pulled over to the right onto the driveway of an old abandoned restaurant. Pulling to a stop he looked over at the woman and said, "We don't need gas and well, I don't want waste too much time, I'll just step behind the car if it's okay with you."

She shrugged and then nodded, even though Andy could see some concern on her face. He stepped out of the car, closed his door and walked behind the car. It was very dark and with the other two gas stations tucked away behind an embankment they were out of sight. Standing behind the car he unzipped his zipper and pulled his cock out. Even through it was cold out, he was fully erect. He didn't need to urinate; he simply stroked it a few times as he debated with himself.

Surely this woman expected something from him, otherwise why the low cut blouse and makeup, especially if she was just hitchhiking. "Yes, this was what she wanted," he told himself as he tucked his erection back into his shorts, but left his zipper unzipped for easy and quick access. Instead of walking back to the driver's side door, Andy walked to the passenger door and opened it.

His passenger turned to face him, but before she could say anything his hands moved to her waist and then slipped up under her blouse. As she tried to back away from him, she found herself caught up in the seatbelt and though she tried to push him away, he was able to work his hands up under her blouse and bra and firmly grasp her breasts.

"No, don't do this," she whined, pushing her hands to his chest.

Andy worked her bra and shirt up over her breasts and leaned forward. Her arms gave way and he moved his mouth to her nipples, noticing that she was cold. Sucking the erect nipple into his mouth he felt her begin to breathe heavily as her struggling seemed to subside. Biting her nipple lightly, he pulled back and reached to her pants.

Although she didn't help him pull off her pants and panties, the little bit of struggling she did had not convinced him she wanted him to stop. Even when she pleaded, "Please stop. Don't do this please," he was convinced she wanted him to take her.

With her pants off, he worked his way between her legs and took a good look at her pussy. Reaching his hand down, he pushed a finger to her lips and when it slid easily into her wet opening he knew for sure. Working his finger in and out of her pussy, he then eased it up to her clit and gently took it between his thumb and index finger, lightly massaging it. Her hips lifted slightly at the sensation and he knew it was time. Pulling his hand from her pussy, he moved them up to her breasts.

With both hands firmly on her large breasts he... he leaned forward and turned his head, checking his blind spot as he pressed the accelerator and eased onto the freeway. Glancing up to his rear view mirror and confirming he was safely ahead of the eighteen-wheeler he had noticed as he turned onto the ramp Andy relaxed a bit. Only then did he notice the hitchhiker on the shoulder ahead of him.

Not one to take unnecessary risks he never even considered picking her up. Instead he sped past her at sixty-five miles per hour. As he watched the eighteen-wheeler behind him turn on its blinker and ease onto the shoulder, Andy pondered to himself what might have happened had he pulled over and picked up the hitchhiker. Feeling a slight tingling in his crotch he sped down the freeway.