First of all I want my readers to know that all of my stories were written for fun. So I hope that they are read for the same purpose. Most of my stories are written as if recalling them from memory. Please enjoy!
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We are driving down the road, not to any place in particular. It's getting late and it's pretty rainy out. Nice weather for a relaxed casual drive. After a while I put my hand on your thigh and relish in the feel of your nice, squishy leg under the fabric of your soft skirt, the colorful one that goes down to your ankles. You just close your eyes and lay back. I start to rub you more and farther down between your legs. After you are comfortable you kind of open up and spread your legs enough for me to get better access to your warmer bits.
As my mind is kind of occupied by this I almost fail to see the hitchhiker on the side of the road. It is rainy and dark out. We both look at each other and say yeah we should pick this poor guy up. So we back up a little and he jumps in the back seat, trying to dry his hair off a bit. We ask him where he is going and what his name is and he says that his name is Tom and that he is headed south. We exclaim that we are headed in the same direction and tell him that he can ride with us until we get to where we are going. He is a decently dressed guy with nice hair and corduroy pants so I like him already. The three of us get to talking and having a good time and find that we all have a little in common. After a couple hours we are kind of talked out and you put some music on. Tom tells you that he loves this song and the two of you talk about different concerts that you went to with the same DJ. The three of us kind of zone out listening to the music and watching the dark houses with their lights on fly by our windows.
I see a house on my side where a young couple is in the living room remodeling and I get a kind of melancholy feeling, wishing that we could be settled into a fixer-upper of our own. I put my hand on your thigh in affection, and your legs move slowly apart. I don't even think about it and I put my hand down deeper between your legs because that's where my hand likes to be and not meeting any resistance it goes for the kill. Like in any situation if my hands are anywhere near your pussy they want very badly to play with you. I start to rub softly at first warming you up and then push harder through your skirt rolling your clit back and forth. You moan a little and squirm in my hand trying not to make big movements.
Tom in the back seat takes your restless movement to mean that you are uncomfortable sitting so long and informs us that he is a licensed message therapist. He suggests that he give you a shoulder massage and looks at me in the mirror. I smile looking over at you and you return the smile, so I say sure, but be careful she is ticklish. He leans forward enough to take your shoulders in his hands and starts to knead them with practiced precision. Meanwhile I have not stopped massaging your clit through your skirt and panties. You are in heaven able to moan away without having to be quiet. Knowing that Tom can't see over the seat, I get daring and slide my hand up your shirt and then down under your skirt and panties. I push my hand down, rubbing it through your soft pubic hair, over your clit and plunge my two fingers into your pussy. You moan really loud and Tom thinks he has found the right spot and continues to massage that area of your shoulder. From the excitement and the rubbing, you come on my fingers and shudder under his hands. I pull my hand back and you tell him that that was just the right spot and that you feel much better. You wink at me and smile, melting into your seat feeling satisfied.
At about midnight I decide that we should get some sleep, so I pull over into a small turn out and park the car. Tom thanks us for the ride and says that he will try walking for awhile. We tell him that he is ridiculous and that there will be plenty of room to sleep in the back after we fold down the seats.