Hitchhiker
Trevor was driving down the Eyre, heading across the Nullabor. He'd just passed the last town of a reasonable size and now faced a thousand plus miles of tedious driving. He was driving this big old motorhome. It had seen better days but was quite reliable, and had a few nice features. He wasn't in a hurry and was quite happy to stooge along the highway, taking plenty of breaks. He had time and to spare and wasn't rushing, intending to spend three days on the trip.
That's when he saw the woman. Trotting confidently along, trying to hitch a ride. Trevor pulled up just ahead of her and waited while she hurried up.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Marie. I'm heading towards Perth and someone said that this is the road. Can you give me a lift in that direction."
Trevor just looked at her for a moment. He sighed and told her "Your best bet is to hitch back to the town you just left and catch a bus. That way you'll actually get to Perth. Do you realise just how far it is to Perth from here? Do you realise how far it is to any reasonable sized town going west from here? We're talking days of driving, not a few hours, and it's through dry, unpopulated country. Even the kangaroos take the bus if they can. You try walking and you'll wander off the road for a minute, find yourself lost and no-one will hear from you again. It happens. Now be a good girl, turn around and head on back to where you can catch that nice bus."
Marie gave him a cold look, happy smile now gone. "If you weren't going to give me a lift you needn't have stopped. I'm over 21, I make my own decisions and I know what I'm doing." She turned and stepped off, heading west and hitching.
Trevor watched her walking away, cute little bottom wiggling as she went. "Why me?" he asked the heavens. If he just let her go she'd get herself killed out there. She'd step off the road to answer a call of nature and get lost in nothing flat or bitten by a snake. Or if that didn't happen she get picked up by the wrong person and just vanish.
"I'll have to take her for a while," He decided. "At least that way she'll be able to see just what it's like out here. Pommy by the accent. Probably hasn't been more than ten miles from a village in her life."
Trevor eased the 'home forward, leaned across and wound down the passenger side window.
"OK, hop in," he said. "I won't take you all the way to Perth, but I will give you a lift to the next major town."
"You don't have to do me any favours," came the snippy reply. "I can wait for someone else."
"You can, but it may be a long wait. Have you noticed much traffic?"
Marie considered. "He was right. There was hardly any traffic, and he was the only one who even slowed down. Just because she didn't like his advice was no reason to reject the lift. And he wasn't likely to be the type to try and jump her or he wouldn't have tried to warn her off." "Thank you," she said, climbing up. "I appreciate it."
Trevor didn't bother to tell her just how far it was to the next major town or just how long they'd be driving. Nor did he tell her about the way the seatbelt jammed, needing a certain know-how to release it.
"As well as a lift, I'll have to show the woman that acting in a careless manner and ignoring good advice can have some unexpected consequences."
Trevor pulled out and headed off. Tried to chat with Marie for a while but she was still feeling in a bit of snippy mood, and was quite curt with any conversational ploys. Trevor found himself getting increasingly annoyed with her. She was acting like a brat.
After about an hour of driving, Trevor pulled over in the middle of nowhere. He calmly reached over and flicked open the button at the top of her shorts and swiftly pulled down her shorts and panties. Marie was frantically trying to undo the seatbelt, finding it well and truly jammed. She yelled and abused Trevor, finally calling out, "This is rape."
"I'm not raping you," said Trevor. "I'm not even having sex with you. I'm just improving my view while I drive.
Trevor engaged the gears and headed off again. Every so often he dropped his hand and rested his hand on Marie's upper thigh. Just as often Marie would push it away.
"I swear, I'm going to flag down the first car we see," she snarled "or if we stop before that I'll be into the first house I see. You're going to be in so much trouble."
"Go ahead," laughed Trevor, "but could find yourself in a lot worse bother. If I stop, are you really going to hop down in front of a stranger with your bottom hanging out?"
Half an hour later they were still driving. Still seeing lots of nothing outside. There was no noticeable traffic, although one truck had blasted past in the other direction. Basically, it was just them and the road.
"Time for a break," Trevor told Marie. He pulled over at a wider stretch of road, reached across and deftly unjammed the seatbelt. Marie wasted no time jumping down from the 'home, turned to glare up at Trevor and, with her hands trying to cover her pussy, demanded her pants back.
Trevor just laughed. "Later. After I've been entertained a bit more. Until then it's not going to happen. If you're thinking of wandering off like that, I feel I should point out that there's nothing in any direction but miles and miles of nothing. And the occasional snake. Mustn't forget the snakes. I'm putting the coffee and preparing some lunch. I'll call when it's ready."
Trevor prepared some lunch for the pair of them, keeping one eye out the window to make sure Marie didn't do anything stupid. He heard another semi approaching and looked to see how Marie would react. Laughed as he saw her duck safely behind the 'home so that the truckie wouldn't see her standing out there, half naked.
"Time for lunch," he called. "Hop up."
"I am not going to get back in with you. Just give me my pants and go away."
"Now you know I can't do that. You have very little water or food. That silly little pack you were carrying just hasn't room for any decent supplies. You could quite easily die before you got picked up again. And remember that I warned you of some rough characters out here. You wouldn't want to meet them."
Trevor watched as Marie climbed back into the 'home, no longer even trying to hide her nudity, resigned to having to play his little game for a bit longer, but muttering threats of vengeance as she came. They sat at his little table and ate, then Trevor showed her the little bathroom built into the motorhome, so that she could freshen up.
"Buckle up. Time to be moving," he said, waiting for her to take her seat and put on the seatbelt. "What I would call a slow learner," mused Trevor. "She really should have checked the belt so she could figure out the trick of undoing it. You're trapped in that seat again, sweetheart."
Now that Marie was safely buckled in, Trevor reached across and very deftly stripped of her top and bra. "Just improving my view of the scenery again, " he murmured, ignoring her protests and struggles.
Trevor then gently squeezed one of her breasts. Marie snatched her hands up to fold them across her breasts, only to see Trevor's hand drop down and pat her pussy. She promptly dropped one hand to defend that and realised, as Trevor looked at her boobs, that she didn't have enough hands to cover everything. "And that monster is laughing at me," she thought, as Trevor did just that.
Trevor started the engine and they were soon heading even deeper into the Nullabor. Every so often as they drove Trevor would idly reach out and pat her leg or breast. Marie was still pushing his hand away when he did this, but not so enthusiastically as earlier. Sitting there naked, with a man next to her while the rumble and vibration played against her naked pussy was turning her on. Like it or not.
They drove through the rest of the afternoon, passing a couple of small signs of habitation, but these weren't much more than a store and a pub. Marie didn't try to attract attention as they passed them, preferring to settled a little lower in her seat in case someone was looking. Trevor finally stopped for petrol at one of the little stores. Marie still didn't move. "Even if I can undo this stupid belt, there's no way I'm walking naked into a store that sells beer in the middle of nowhere," she fumed quietly to herself. "But I'm going to kill that arrogant pig when I get a chance."
Driving on, and on. About six Trevor stopped again and prepared a meal for them, after helping Marie out of the belt. Told her to hop down and stretch her legs, but not to go too far and avoid the scrub.
Marie asked if she could have her clothes before getting down, with the only reply a smile and the shake of a head.
The uncertainty was starting to get to Marie. "If you're going to rape me will you please just do it and get it over with," she grumbled.
"But there's no hurry," Trevor told her. "I haven't made up my mind yet. We've still got two days of driving to the next major town. Plenty of time for me to ravish you along the way, if I decide I want to."
Trevor could tell that Marie was feeling aroused and slightly horny. Her nipples were erect and she was sitting with legs slightly apart, not caring if he was looking or not. She was also a little flushed and her pussy had a slight gleam as though it was slightly damp.
"She wants sex but doesn't want to admit it or seem to be agreeing to it," Trevor thought. "She wants me to give her no choice."
Marie got back in the 'home when called for dinner, her attitude reluctant but obedient. "What else can I do" her expression seemed to be saying. They ate with some talking while they ate. Just discussing where Marie was from and where she was going. She suddenly remembered his earlier comment.
