People are often cautious about picking up hitchhikers, sometimes I believe to the point of being uncharitable. However, as somebody that used to hitch a lot, I tend to weigh up each case on its' own merits, preferring to let my intuition make the decision for me. This philosophy certainly proved fruitful in this particular case, as my charitable deed was returned with interest aplenty.
Driving home in increasingly pounding rain one night I saw a couple of lonely figures, thumbs out, hoping against hope for a lift. Their general downtrodden demeanour suggested that they had already been waiting quite some time and indeed, if I didn't help them out now would continue to do so.
It was raining so heavily it was difficult to make out much about them on which to base some kind of decision. In the end, overcome with sympathy at their plight, I decided to pick them up anyway. I was delighted to find that rather than being two males who might prove to be difficult to handle (in a troublesome situation) it was actually a couple. After we established that I was going in the right direction they climbed into my large, luxurious (and previously dry) people carrier which I'd only taken charge of a month prior.
The two drenched figures introduced themselves as David and Lauren. On my insistence David sat in the front with me, leaving his girlfriend the back seat all to herself. It emerged that their car had broken down and worse still their breakdown cover had elapsed, hence they had been left with no alternative to walking to the nearest main road and then hitching a ride. Then, David announced, your English skies opened.
I noted from the weather reference and their slight accents they were not English, Italians, I wrongly guessed - they were actually from Southern France but were living in England. David was tall, fairly thin, rugged, and handsome mid to late twenties and Lauren was exquisite, like a bustier, olive-skinned version of Kiera Knightly, although a little older, early to mid twenties I guessed.
Lauren was exceedingly happy to be out of the rain but being effectively soaked to the skin, asked if I had a towel, she was hugely appreciate when I directed her to one. David was voicing his concerns that if she stayed in her wet apparel until the end of the journey she might catch a cold. Lauren asked if I minded her taking off her wet clothes, considerately pointing out it would make the cars' interior even wetter. I said that the car was not a concern to me and insisted that the right thing to do was exactly what her boyfriend had instructed her to do.
'Hmmm...it makes me feel really safe to be in the company of such forceful men', Lauren commented, as I fiddled with the car heating, hoping this would help them dry off quicker, as there was still some distance to drive.
Lauren began removing her sodden jacket, jumper, boots and finally jeans. I couldn't resist the urge of glancing in the rear view mirror as we drove on, subtly observing her stripping down to exceedingly fetching bra and panties. The road lights made it possible for me to catch glimpses of her beautiful tanned and toned olive skin every once in a while as she used the towel to dry her neck, belly, back, long luxuriant legs and sexy little feet.
I remarked that I had just remembered that there was another piece of material that David could use to dry off on and a couple of blankets they could put round themselves but that I would need to stop to get them. I said this primarily because, secretly, I feared for our safety as I could not concentrate on my driving with this beautiful girl in the back wearing just her underwear.
They eagerly agreed to my suggestion of pulling over and I found a quiet spot. As I went to collect the things David climbed in the back and the couple began whispering in French and giggling. They were clearly in a much better mood than before, as Lauren dried her boyfriend with the towel she had previously been using. With the interior light on it was much easier for me to see Lauren's full beauty, covered as she was only by her expensive-looking black lacy lingerie. I noticed she made scant effort to cover herself, clearly proud of her superb body.
It took me quite some time to find the items in the clutter of the boot and whilst searching, I noticed that small, soft but urgent moans had taken the place of the giggling. When I approached the back door to hand them the items I was taken aback at the sight that presented itself to my eyes: Lauren was sitting forward, had removed her boyfriends' cock from his boxer shorts and was preparing to suck it. My eyes were glued to the sight as she, lubricating him with her saliva, licked her way up its veiny side before engulfing the engorged head with her superb lips.
I couldn't believe this was happening and in a kind of trance-like state opened the door nearest her and dumbly mumbled something along the lines of 'here they are' Lauren beckoned me in, and removing her boyfriends' saliva covered prick from her mouth announced; 'here you are indeed...but what am I going to do with you Ben?'
Before I had even considered a reply she was rubbing the bulge in my trousers with her foot and, catching me by the belt of my trousers, pulled me inside the vehicle, with one deft movement unzipping me and pulling out my extremely stiff prick. The surprise of having her cold hand on my prick was tremendously exciting and without a word she turned toward me and spat a large amount of saliva directly on my rock hard cock - something that probably sounds disgusting but was actually indescribably erotic. Lauren then began to massage me with her left hand asking me mockingly; 'would you prefer if I thanked you or wanked you?'
She didn't listen for my reply responding instead to her boyfriends' urgent moans for her to return his member to her luxuriant mouth. Her hands although fantastic on my cock were hardly the limits of what I now desired; sensing this she deftly removed David's cock from her mouth and replaced it with mine. Oh joy! She sucked and licked my swollen member with unrestrained passion producing the most beautifully disgusting, sucking noises, slurping away and covering my organ with masses of drool, which strung from her mouth every time she briefly removed it.
All the time she was sucking my cock she kept her eyes glued to mine, this girl was an unbelievable sex kitten. It was especially exciting because it was so unexpected and because, although she was incredibly sexy looking, she also had an innocent look about her and hence didn't look like the type to get up to this sort of stuff at all. I was also amazed by David who didn't seem to so-much-as blink an eyelid while all this was going on.
After what seemed like a few seconds but was clearly a lot more she removed my cock from her mouth and adjusted her sitting position. It was probably just as well as I was all but set to explode. 'Fucking amazing' I exhaled, to which David replied 'yes she is, isn't she' stroking her affectionately under the chin.
