Roxanne, or Roxy, as dubbed by her friends, stood on the side of the road watching as yet another car sped past her. Her normally straight and dark hair hung in beautiful waves down her neck as the light misting in the air played with her ponytail. She held out her thumb for each car as it drove past, but hadn't had much luck yet. She couldn't believe her situation; stuck in the middle of nowhere, and in the rain.
The next car slowed, but then sped up and flew by her, mocking her helplessness. She fumed, biting down on her bottom lip which was red and swollen from her angry bites. That's it, she thought, I am going to get the next car that comes by.
With those thoughts, Roxy pulled out her ponytail, letting her soft, chestnut waves flow down her back. She then rustled her fingers through her hair causing her waves to frame her round, dark face. Her skin glistened with rain sheen casting her dark blue eyes out as large and rounded.
She stripped off her jacket and stuffed it into her shoulder bag. The rain pounded harder now and you could see she wasn't wearing a bra under her white tee shirt. Her nipples were hard and very pronounced against her tight, thin and white cotton t-shirt. Her breasts threatened to rip the seams of her shirt open as she bent over to unzip the sides of her tight long black skirt. The zipper went from her ankles clear up to her hips, snaking over her long and lean calves, stretched in appearance from her four inch sandals. The fabric pulled firmly against her sinuous, darkly tanned thighs, just barely hiding her lack of underwear.
The barely clad woman stuck her leg out in a pose that would make any man's mouth water; her back arched so her breasts were thrust forward and nipples upward. She placed one hand on her hip and the other out in the direction on the road, demanding a ride. Her sulty mouth pulled back into a sexy smile, revealing gorgeous white teeth, as she watched the black pickup truck slow to welcome her.
The window automatically descended and she took a few steps to it. Leaning over into the vehicle, her breasts spilled over the door frame and into the truck, directly in front of its driver. His gaze fixed momentarily on her chest, he licked his lips and then slowly travelled his eyes up to her face to lock them on her deep blue ones, which now held the most promising look he had seen since high school.
"Where you headed to, sugar?" he drew out in his cowboy voice. "Need a ride?"
"Sure, but only if you aren't planning to do anything bad to me." She paused for a moment, looked him straight in the eyes and said "You wouldn't do anything bad to me, now would you?" He grinned as she purred as introduction to him.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Jackson. That there man in the back, that's Alex. He dun past out almost right out of the bar, so I put him back there. I must of known what I was gonna find out here on the road" He winked at her, and she ran around to the other side of the vehicle, opened the door and hopped in.
Jackson drove off, burning from zero to sixty in no time at all. She slowly shifted from her seat to occupy the middle one, right next to Jackson. Her shirt was so wet that she almost appeared naked from the waist up, each one of her breasts being defined by the shirt with their dark skin and round nipples. They were hardening again, perked up, as if aware of what they were about to receive. She cuddled close him, running her hand from the outside of his thigh down to the inside, and over his already bulging crotch. She gasped and he moaned as she rubbed her hand over that same spot continuously.
"Honey,"he slowly smiled,"you think that's somethin'? Well, I ain't even hard yet."
He started to slow the truck down, but she stopped him, demanding he keep driving, that it was that that was making her so hot, so wet: him driving so fast.
"I want to fuck you while you drive," her voice revved in his ear.
"Heck, girl, you ain't gotta ask twice!"
She continued to rub his cock, this time harder, squeezing it once in a while. He knew they had a long open stretch of highway and set the cruise control. He took one hand off the wheel and began to grope at her breasts through her shirt. Soon, she took her shirt off and his eyes flashed with pleasure. They were round and heavy, the fullest breats he'd ever seen, yet they didn't droop at all.
