I pulled over about twenty feet from where she stood, thumb out. She walked to the passenger side and leaned in. We were headed in the same direction. She got in the car, flinging her bag to her feet. I drove at a leisurely pace, my right arm draped half out the window holding a nearly-smoked cigarette. The music played low, interspersed with news and commercials. She sat with her head back, eyes closed. I took in her long, dark hair and high cheekbones. She had full lips, wet and slightly parted. Her oversized sunglasses hid her eyes but they were apparently closed, as she didn't make any comment about the fact that I was staring at her between glances at the winding country road in front of us. She was wearing a halter-top that exposed her delicate chest bone and half of each of her rounded breasts. Her denim mini skirt had ridden up when she sat down and I could see her smooth, lightly tanned, muscled thighs.
"I have to pick up my girlfriend," I said, " . . . it's on the way."
She turned her head to me and smiled. "No problem, thanks for the ride."
My girlfriend was waiting outside on the porch as I drove up. She got in with a curious glance at the stranger in my car, who obligingly slid over to let her in. She had to spread her legs so I could maneuver the gearshift between her legs, but there was plenty of room.
As we drove away, my girlfriend looked appreciatively down the length of the young hitchhiker's body, and gave me a knowing glance. We were old enough to be this twenty-some year-old's parents.
We stopped for some beers and gas and were soon chattering away like old friends. The girl was shy at first, but soon warmed to my vivacious, beautiful girlfriend's questions. After finishing a six-pack between them, my girlfriend finally broke the ice.
"Those are the prettiest titties I think I have ever seen . . . do you mind if I touch them?"
The girl looked uncomfortable, glancing from my girl to me, to the desolate countryside surrounding us. Not saying anything, she watched as my girl reached out and wrapped her hand around one of her breasts, squeezing and lightly weighing it in her hand before softly jiggling it side-to-side.
"Sweet, sweet titties," my girl murmured as she played with one than the other.
"I'll bet your pussy tastes sweet, too, doesn't it?" The girl just sat stock still, afraid to even breathe.