Disclaimer: My stories take place in a parallel dimension where sexually transmitted diseases don't exist If you have sex in our dimension, at least wear a condom.
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It was a great night for driving, so I didn't mind the late hours of travelling from my apartment to my parent's house for a weekend visit. The moon was nearly full, bright enough that I probably could have seen the road without headlights, if I'd dared. It had been a warm day but the night was cooling off and I was looking forward to seeing my family.
There was a mess of summer construction still going on at various points along the interstate, so I was driving down the county highways to bypass the delays. It made the trip a little longer but it was worth it to avoid the traffic stalls and driving through construction zones. Those areas where they constrict the lanes with orange barrels always make me nervous.
I'd been driving for an hour already so at first I didn't notice the pale object up ahead, moving along the road. Then I saw it and my heart skipped a beat as I imagined a deer preparing to leap into my headlights. I cautiously slowed down but as I got closer I could see it was a person, in a white shirt. I hadn't passed a car so I decided they must be out for a late night walk.
Just as I was starting to move my foot and accelerate past, the person turned a pale, female face back to look at me. She turned and gestured to me and I slowed and pulled alongside. I was wondering what she was doing out but not bothered since she was alone, female, and as I was noticing in the headlights, very attractive. I slowed to a stop and hit the button to roll down the window as she walked up alongside.
"Hi, what's up?" I asked her as she leaned down to look in the car. The front of her shirt gaped slightly in that position but in the dashboard-illuminated darkness I couldn't see anything. She had a pretty, girl-next-door face with a cute upturned nose and dark eyes, framed in a curtain of hair that looked black in the dim lighting.
"Hi, could I please get a lift from you?" she asked. She didn't seem desperate or lost but I got a feeling that she was anxious about my answer.
"I suppose, where are you going?"
She named a town about halfway from where we were to my destination. I didn't see any problem with taking her there, since it was on my way so I smiled and nodded. "Sure, that's on my way. Hop in."
"Great!" she smiled too and quickly climbed into the car. She was wearing a skirt and even in the darkness I could see she had great legs. "Hi, I'm Cindy."
"Uh, hi, Jason."
I pulled back onto the road and we drove for a few miles in silence. Then I glanced over at her, "so what are you doing out on the road this time of night? I didn't see a car."
"Oh, I don't have a car. I work a ways back down the road and at night I just start walking and hitch a ride with someone going this way."
I glanced over again and caught her looking at me. She looked away hurriedly.
"That's kind of dangerous. What if you got picked up by somebody nasty? I'm nice," I hastened to add, "but not everyone out driving is as nice as I am."
She looked down at her hands, clasped in her lap, "I know, I probably shouldn't do it. I guess that risk is part of the excitement for me." She looked back at me and met my eyes this time, smiling. "So far all the guys who've picked me up have been really nice."
I thought she was pressing her luck hitching but it wasn't my business and I'd given my warning. We continued to make small talk as the miles rolled by. I told her about working as a commercial consultant, living in the city, how I liked to go hiking in the area. I found out that she was 20, she'd been working at the restaurant back down the road since she was 16, and she was going to a community college to get a teaching degree. We discussed teaching and kids for a few moments and then the conversation sort of trailed off. We drove in comfortable silence for a few miles and we were getting close to the town she'd named.
I heard her turn towards me, "Jason, do you think I'm beautiful?"
The question caught me off-guard and it took me a moment to answer. I glanced at her a couple times but she was just looking at me, a hopeful look on her face. I didn't want to make her feel bad, and she was attractive. "Yes, certainly. Why?"
"I just wanted to make sure," was her cryptic reply.
I pondered over that little exchange as we rode into town and the more I thought about it, the more I was becoming aware of her. Her warm presence, the hint of her perfume in the air, little sounds she made when she moved, and the sound of her soft voice as she directed me through town. Then we pulled up in front of a house she indicated, a small ranch-style place set back from the street behind several tall bushes that almost obscured the building.
"This is my house," she said, looking at me. She put her hand on my leg and it was like a jolt of electricity shot up my body from that point of contact. "I really want to thank you, Jason."
"That's fine," I said, feeling my mouth getting dry. My face was strangely warm. "It was on my way."
"I know, but you were very nice. I really want to pay you back for helping me out, but I don't have any money."
"No, it's okay. I don't mind. You're welcome," I told her. The last was nearly a croak, I was now intensely aware of her presence, her body.
"But I want to thank you," she purred, and her hand slid up and down my thigh a few times, then dipped down onto my crotch. I was already semi-erect and I quickly hardened as she squeezed me.
"Oh my god," I moaned.
She smiled and continued to manipulate my penis through my pants. "Do you like that?" she asked, even though the answer was obvious. She shifted closer to me and I leaned towards her and a part of my mind was thanking god that my Buick didn't have a center armrest.
I put my arm over her shoulder and drew her closer and then her warm, soft lips were pressed to mine. We kissed, out lips working together for a moment, then hers opened and her tongue found its way into my mouth. I felt her fingers working on my pants, then they loosened and a moment later her cool fingers slipped in and wrapped around my cock.
We continued to kiss as her nimble fingers worked my penis out of my pants and she began to stroke it up and down. She broke the kiss momentarily, "touch me. . ."
I didn't want to burst any bubble, but I had to be certain, "are you sure you want to do this, Cindy?"
"Yes, I want it so much," she assured me. She released my cock long enough to take my wrist and guide my hand to her smooth thigh just below the hem of her skirt. Then our mouths and tongues came together again and she resumed stroking my throbbing shaft.
My heart was pounding and my penis was rock hard. I was breathing heavily through my nose, but the feeling of her lips and tongue against mine was too erotic to stop. I slid my hand up her satiny skin, under her skirt. I could feel the warmth of her pussy, then damp curls grazed the back of my fingers. She wasn't wearing panties! I groaned into her mouth and moved my hand to cup her sex, then it was her turn to moan. She was very wet and my middle finger parted her folds then slid easily into her grasping warmth.
But the situation was getting to me. I could feel the pleasure building in the tip of my cock and I pulled away from her to gasp. "If we don't stop I'm going to cumm!"
Cindy's answer was to slide down onto the seat and move her head into my lap. My finger slipped out of her but a moment later I didn't care because her hot, wet mouth closed over the head of my penis and she started to suck while bobbing her head up and down.
"Oh god!" I blurted. I tangled my fingers in her dark hair and my hips raised involuntarily off the seat. She continued to bob her head, slurping at my pole, and in no time I was at the point of no return.
"Uhn, uhn uhn," I grunted, my hips jerking, as my cock twitched in her mouth and my orgasm crested. I could feel the jets of semen spurting up my cock into her mouth and then her swallowing motions. My climax began to ebb and still she sucked, urging the last droplets of cumm from my body. She slurped and sucked and soon the sensations became unbearable as I started to soften.
"Oh! Wait! Stop, stop!" I urged, lifting her head out of my lap. She sat back into her seat and smiled at me with glistening lips. "Oh, wow. . ." was all I could say. Cindy ran a small pink tongue around her lips, then wiped them on the back of her hand.
I looked down at my wilted penis lying half out of my pants, shiny with saliva and semen. "Oh, wow," I repeated, "that was great. Thank you."
"I'm not done yet," Cindy said in a husky voice. I watched in amazed delight as she started to unbutton her white shirt. The shirt fell open as she undid it and my eyes must have been becoming accustomed to the dark, because I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and when she lifted the shirt open I could see the pale pink of the perky nipples that tipped each small breast. She pulled the shirt out and dropped it in the back seat, then undid a zipper on the right side of her skirt. That pulled away too and my eyes were riveted to the dark patch of hair that covered the swell of her sex.
