The rain beat heavily on Frank Day's head and shoulders as he stood by the side of the road. His raincoat was of a good quality, but he could still feel the chill of the water as it dripped slowly down the back of his neck and soaked into his shirt. His left arm was extended, the tumb turned upwards in the universally accepted stance of the hitchiker as he watched with dismay as car after car swished by on the wet road, seemingly ignoring his silent pleas for a lift. Another thirty minutes passed as Frank trudged along the road, regularly glancing behind him to check for possible transportation. In the distance he could just make out a large vehicle heading in his direction. He stopped to watch. As the vehicle approached he could see that it was a large, expensive looking motor home. Frank, again extended his arm, signalling his intentions to the unseen driver. His spirits lifted considerably as he saw the vehicle slowing and pulling to the side of the road behind him.
"Which way you headed?" called a cheery voice from the drivers window.
"Just North, really"
"Great. Hop in, we could use some company!" Gratefully, Frank climbed into one of the spacious back seats and threw his rucksack onto the floor beside him.
"I'm Jeff, and this is my wife Cathy." said the middle aged man in the drivers seat. "Filthy day for hitching a lift!"
Frank agreed with his new friend and introduced himself. Jeff was in his mid forties, Frank guessed, but his wife Cathy must have been a good ten years his junior. She was very attractive, with long brown hair and a cute smile. As she turned to speak to him, Frank also noticed that she wore a tight sweater that outlined her boobs nicely. Her waist was slim, giving the impression that her chest was of a very good size.
"You look a little wet, Frank! Don't mind us if you want to change, there's plenty of room back there." said Cathy
Frank decided that Cathy's suggestion was probably a good idea. He reached into his rucksack and pulled out a dry shirt. It looked a little creased, but it would do. Cathy was right, there was a good deal of space in the back seats of the vehicle and Frank found he could easily shrug his wet coat off. He paused for a moment before removing his shirt. Cathy was still turned in her seat and watching him, she seemed to have no intention of giving him any privacy. She saw his slight discomfort and threw a warm smile at him.
"Sorry, Frank. I didn't mean to stare, but you did seem to like the way my sweater clung to my boobs when you first got in, I saw you looking! I think it's only fair that I should be allowed to look too, don't you?"
Jeff was listening to the exchange between his wife and the younger man as he drove. His eyes were fixed on the rear mirror where he could see the smiles that the two were giving each other. He laughed quietly to himself. Cathy was at it again, he thought. She could be a dirty little bitch when she wanted, he knew, but, Jesus!, they'd only just met this guy and already she was telling him she wanted to get a look at his body. He secretly wondered what she would do next.
As he continued to eye his rear mirror, he could see that Frank was returning his wife's smile. Slowly, Frank began to lift his t-shirt over his head. Jeff could see that the material was wet through and stuck to the young mans skin as he pulled it over his head and off. Cathy's eyes were wide and Jeff could see the obvious lust as she openly ogled Frank's naked torso. He had a great body, Jeff had to conceed that. Not a trace of fat anywhere and his muscles bulged in all the right places. His dark tanned skin glistened with the moisture from his shirt and little rivulets of water ran over his chest.
Frank was now in more control of the situation. At first he had been extremely surprised by Cathy's request, but looking into her deep blue eyes, he could see the lust there and knew a good thing when he came across it! He had been more than happy to let her see his body. He was proud of his youthful figure and trained regularly to keep it firm and in good shape. He crumpled his damp shirt and used it to briskly towel off his short hair.
Cathy was watching him all the time, her eyes never leaving his chest. As he began to bring the shirt down to his chest to dry himself, she reached out her hand to stop him.
"Wait! She said quickly. "Why don't you let me help with that? I'm sure I could find something better than an old shirt to use."
Frank glanced up at Jeff. It was fun to look, he thought, but touching was something else. How would this woman's husband react to such a proposition?
By looking up into the rear mirror, he could see Jeff's face as he drove. Jeff was alternately looking at the road in front and glancing back at Frank through the mirror. His face was a picture of smiles. He looked a little flushed and excited and Frank guessed that he was one of those guys that liked to watch his wife nearly as much as he liked to fuck her! Well that was fine with him!, thought Frank. He was just in the mood for a little fun, and Cathy and her husband certainly looked up for it.
Nodding his eager agreement, Frank helped Cathy climb over the front passanger seat and join him in the back. Apart from the tight fitting sweater, he could see that she also wore a short blue skirt that came to her mid thigh. She was barefoot and Frank noted that her perfectly pedicured toes were painted the same light pink colour as her long fingernails.
Once settled on the back seat, Frank was delighted to discover that Cathy's method of removing the moisture from his chest was to lick it off with her tongue. He sighed deeply as he felt her lips on his hot skin. She planted soft, feather like kisses on his chest and let her long, pink tongue flick over his smooth torso licking lower and lower towards the waist band of his jeans. Frank could feel his erection straining inside his underwear as he let his hand rest gently on her upper thigh and trace gentle patterns over the smooth skin.
From his position behind the wheel, Jeff still had a perfect view of his wife and Frank through the mirror. For nearly an hour before they had picked up this young man, Cathy had become increasingly more horny. She had eventually removed her panties completely and put her bare feet up on the dash. She had laughed at him when she saw him gulp awkwardly, and then had spread her legs open and started playing with her pussy while he tried to decide whether he should watch her or the road in front of him! He was just about to pull over and give his wife what he knew she craved, when they had spotted Frank hitching a lift. It had not been difficult to work out what Cathy had in mind as she pleaded with him to pick the stranger up.
If his wife had been feeling horny earlier, then she must have been on fire by now. As Jeff watched her lick the young mans chest and softly kiss his nipples, he knew that she would not be happy until they were both satisfied.
Her lips were eargerly sliding over Frank's hot skin, moving slowly down towards his lower belly. Jeff could see her fingers tremble as she reached for his belt buckle and unclasped it. The zipper was next and within a few short seconds, Jeff could see his wife's fingers wrapped tightly around the other man's penis. Frank's cock wasn't a monster, Jeff could see, but it was very well proportioned: thick and hard with a wide head that throbbed as Cathy gently pumped it in her fist.
