"Shit it's hot."
She stood on the side of the road, looking towards the oncoming traffic and wondering if any of those sons of bitches in their air conditioned cars were ever going to stop and give her a lift.
When the job offer came through she had to jump at it - one problem - it was a thousand clicks away and she had no way of getting there except on her thumb.
Her sports bag was on the ground between her feet, her legs slightly parted and she could feel a slow trickle of sweat running down the inside of her one thigh, normally this would have been an erotic sensation to her, now it only irritated her, reminding her that she was hot and thirsty and still had a long way to go. A slight breeze played with the skirt of her white one piece mini sun dress, lifting it slightly, with the amount of leg that she was showing she should have been picked up ages ago.
A luxury offroad came into sight and up went her thumb for the thousandth time, a family on the way to somewhere, kids with their faces stuck to the windows watching her as they sped past. She turned her head to follow the direction of the car, hoping to see brake lights come on - no, the wife was probably warning the husband not to stop for hitchhikers.
Behind her the sound of a powerful engine, then the engine sound changed. She looked back to see what was coming over the rise, a truck - a large one, was slowing down as it approached her.
"A lift at last," she mumbled to herself as she picked up the sports bag and moved back from the edge of the road.
His smile was the first thing that she noticed - open, friendly not hiding anything sinister. She felt relaxed.
Once she had climbed up into the cab, placed her bag in the sleeping compartment behind the seats and sat down she was able to get her first look at the man that has saved her from scorching to death on the side of the road. He had long black hair - tied back, the wind blowing in through the window whipped the pony tail around behind his back as if it were trying to break free form the tieback.
He had strong features - not cruel, just....strong. he wore a cotton vest over a well exercised upper body. His jeans were well worn but clean and she could not help noticing the large lump in the front. She looked up to see that he was watching her and realised that he must have seen the direction of her gaze but she didn't feel embarrassed.
She sat with her one leg folded up on the seat, her skirt folded in between her legs, to enable her to lie against the side post and watch him as he easily handled the enormous vehicle. It may have taken ten minutes, it may have been half an hour but the cool air of the aircon and the muted sound of the powerful engine under her seat lulled her to sleep.
It took her a few seconds to remember where she was, she didn't open her eyes right away but laid there enjoying the vibration of the seat under her. She decided to sneak a peep at him without him realising that she was awake. She opened her one eye ever so slightly and was very surprised at what she saw.
He was looking alternatively from her, back to the road and back to her again. The direction of his gaze was directly between her slightly spread thighs. While she had been sleeping her skirt had moved out from its covering position between her legs and had pulled up slightly, exposing her thin white g-string and the teasing mound under it. Her first reaction was to cover herself without making too much fuss over the incident, but she didn't move, she continued to pretend to be asleep - and he continued to watch her.
She knew that he could see through her thin g-string to where the shadow of her pubic hair where she left a small stripe above her clitoris when she shaved and she could feel that she was becoming increasingly turned on, watching this hunk of a man looking at her cleft, not knowing that she could see him. Suddenly it felt to her as if his gaze was caressing her clit, enflaming and exciting it more and more. She wanted him to see more, to be as horny as she was. In her mind she saw his huge cock, freed from his jeans, standing fully erect with his hand stroking the shaft slowly up and down as he looked in between her thighs.
She moved slightly, as if in sleep, and opened her legs wider. Now he could see all there was to see, from her mound to where her g-string slipped in between the cheeks of her buttocks. She knew that he would now be able to see the shape of her lips under the fabric of her panty, and she was sure that he would be able to see the bulge of her, now fully erect, clitoris standing out from between her inner lips, she was so horny, it would have been nice to reach down and slowly, gently rub her clit with her finger, slowly increasing the tempo until she came in her panties, but - she didn't.
She opened her one eye slightly again and saw him staring directly at her vagina.
The bulge in his pants was now huge and as he watched the gave the bulge a squeeze.
"He's just as horny as I am," she thought, "only difference is that he can do something about it."
Her breasts and nipples felt as if they were on fire. It felt to her as if her breasts has swollen to a size that no longer fitted into her dress. Again she moved "in her sleep", this time to cover the buttons on the front of her dress with her hand, her arm was now across her one breast and she pressed down on her nipple with her wrist, the sensation almost made her cum. She so badly needed to move, to touch herself, but - she didn't.
With his eyes fixed firmly between her legs he did not notice the slight movements that her hand was making, slowly undoing the buttons that held her dress closed over her firm breasts. She wasn't sure why but she didn't only undo on or two buttons, but all of them. It was probably the most erotic thing she had ever done. She wanted to expose herself to this complete stranger. She wanted him to see her naked vagina, open and wet, she wanted him to see her rub her clit and slowly slip her fingers up into her tight, wet hole. She wished she could lift her knees so that her swollen lips and the cheeks of her buttocks would pull apart and show him a view of her erect clitoris between the soft pink folds of her inner lips, the open entrance to her vulva and the tight pink hole of her anus.
At last, the final button was undone. She slowly slipped her hand under the fabric of her dress over her left breast. She was careful only to move when he turned to watch the road, the sensation of her trembling fingers on the ultra sensitive skin of her breast was electrifying. The tip of her finger touched the areola of her nipple. It was so swollen with lust that she could feel each little bump as she slowly circled her nipple with her finger. Each time her finger touched her nipple she felt a physical shock deep within her vulva as the muscles around the entrance to her tight little hole contracted in their need for something to be inserted up into her wet depths of her vagina and relieve her of this incredible sexual tension and her need to cum.
His eyes hardly left the space between her thighs and he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable the more horny he became. She suddenly realised something which she should have thought about long ago...if she was this roused then she was very wet, which meant that there was definitely a wet patch on her panties over the entrance to her vulva. The material of her panties was very thin and when wet became transparent. This gorgeous man was looking straight at her open vagina and could see not only the shape of her lips but colour and every other detail about them as well.
"God, I'm going to cum in my panties!" she thought.
He was slowing the rig down, maybe to turn off, she wasn't sure.
She pretended to be woken by the change in motion, firstly closing her legs (her aroused lips felt like a hot coals between her thighs) and then stretching as if just having woken up. She turned slightly away from him to look out of the windscreen and discreetly fastened the buttons down the front of her sun dress.
He was pulling off the road on a stretch of road devoid of other traffic. "I need to take a leak," he told her as he came to a stop.
She sat there going over in her mind what had just happened - wow! That had to be the most erotic experience of her life.
Once she was sure that he had climbed down off the rig she again opened her legs and slipped a hand between her burning thighs and slowly rubbed the back of her thumb against the swollen lips of her fully aroused vagina, teasing the soft folds, feeling her own wetness where it came from the deep warm depths of her open vulva. Her reaction to her own touch on the tip of her clitoris was explosive. The sensation that rushed trough her from deep inside her to her clitoris and from there to her breasts was so intense that it almost made her cry out. She moved her hand slightly and pressed her middle finger along the full length of her slit from her clitoris, past her hole to between the cheeks of her buttocks, and back, stopping at the opening to her vulva and applying pressure with the tip of her finger on the tight entrance.