[MF] – My sweet little hitchhiker.

*There was a time that people under twenty years old cannot know,*
*All the current applications serve them well and still do when they do it correctly,*
*But there was a time when, for example, there were many more hitchhikers,*
*Now many applications allow to connect the different parties,*
*But that was before…*

So, I’m in my twenties, I’m going on vacation to see my family, about twelve hours of travel, alone in the car, without a car radio, the trip is long, very long and it’s terribly hot in this month of July. I have approximately three hours of driving left when I stop at a gas station on the highway. I see while parking a hitchhiker bitching about a motorist who must have asked her some favors to take her on board.

I get out of the car, put myself in the shade, smoke a quiet cigarette and look at her, she is cute in her little short dress then on an impulse I go to meet her, on her cardboard sign, a city relatively close to my final destination.

I introduce myself and tell her that I can drop her off almost where she wants, she will just have to find someone to do the last little stretch, but that I would ask her to be very nice to me, it didn’t take long before she exploded and explained to me that she is not a whore or a bitch. I stop her and simply tell her that I don’t want any sexual favors, I just want to be able to put my hand on her thigh during the ride, just be in contact with her skin.

(Great weakness for me, I love, the weaknesses of the flesh and the subtle or pronounced contact with the skin of a woman, especially thighs and buttocks, don’t ask me why, it’s like that…)

She seems interloqued, I tell her that she has time to think about it, I go to fill up and refresh myself and if, within fifteen minutes she accepts, she will only have to wait for me next to my car, that I show her and I leave her to her reflexion and I go to the gas station to refresh myself.

When I come back, no one next to the car, too bad, I go back up and take the way to the gas pump to fill up, go to pay what I have to and on the way back I see her waiting next to my car, so I ask her if she made her decision, yes, but why the hand on her thigh? I explain to her that I like the contact with the skin but if she doesn’t want to, it doesn’t matter, I take her anyway. Finally she ends up accepting and goes up in the car putting her bag in the back.

We set off, we talk and I learn that she leaves to join her boyfriend to surprise him, then after about twenty minutes I ask her if I can put my hand on her leg, she does not seem reluctant or completely closed but a little reluctantly it seems, she finally accepts. I put my hand, just a little above her knee, she has skin as soft as silk, a pure happiness. The palm put on her, I let my fingers slide on the inside and go up, my thumb pressing the outside of the leg.

We continue to discuss, she relaxes little by little and my hand goes up slowly, I am at mid-thigh now. And quite naturally, she opens a little more her thighs, my hand continuing to progress upwards, always as gently as possible, my hand if I made a complete rotation of my wrist, could be found on his crotch.

My hand is now completely on the top of her thigh and my little finger, alone on the front, getting closer to the fabric of her underwear, close to the groin, her thighs are a little more open still, and I can hear her breathing which changed, she finally takes pleasure in it, I thus take the risk of a first approach, my little finger, coming by the top to touch her pubic on her panties, surprise, she closes her thighs imprisoning my hand between them and against her pussy.

She grabs my wrist and looks at me, I try my best without leaving the road of the eyes to see what she wants. She seems lost between the guilty pleasure she was starting to take under the soft caresses on her thigh which finally are much higher than expected, despite the movement of pelvis that she prints herself on the seat my hand always stuck between her thighs and her pussy and the guilt which must gnaw her with her boyfriend, but her senses finally fail her, she releases my wrist and reopens her thighs. My hand now wandering completely over her intimacy, from the top of her pubic bone where we can distinguish under the fingers a light bush, to her vulva, always on the fabric which becomes more and more humid under the caresses.

Her breathing changes again, becomes more panting and without warning me, slips her hands under her dress, grabs her panties, I withdraw my hand and she makes it slide as she can on the ground, reopens wide her thighs, puts her head violently on the back of the seat.

I retake, my hand on her knee but do not wait an hour more to make it go up quickly on her wet sex. Her lips are soft under the caresses, her fleece, a small bush maintained on her pubis, her vagina literally dripping with hot wetness, her clitoris completely excited, which at each pressure, makes her roll her eyes. I end up lingering there and playing almost only with him until she, in a thundering rattle, cum a first time, having difficulty to keep her thighs open, her hands clenched where they can.

But I do not stop there, I still play with her clit, but my hand is posed differently, my fingers, searching the entry of her vagina slipping there easily, fingering her quickly, going up my fingers on her wall by maintaining my palm on her clitoris. She puts little time to have a second orgasm, a little stronger than the first one, she cannot help moaning strongly. I still continue, the noise of her moans, of her panting breathing, her small cries, to feel her tense, not being able to contain herself any more intoxicate me to the possible and I take my foot in spite of everything.

In total, she had seven orgasms (that I could count) during the last hour of the trip, an hour that I spent masturbating and fingering her, before I withdrew my hand and licked my fingers, finally tasting her and letting her come to her senses before putting her down where I had to.

The last few minutes of the trip were silent and I ended up stopping at the rest area at the exit of the highway, everyone going on their way. She thanks me for the ride and asks me if she can give me back the camera, but she is not really used to giving a blowjob.

I told her that she didn’t feel obliged, I had found my pleasure in it too, but that if she wanted I would come back in two weeks, that if she came back at that time (I left her my number) that she would leave me a message and I would gladly take her back for a little drive.

I got a message two or three days before I was to go back on the road, she spent the whole week and more thinking about the return trip that we ended up planning.

***But that’s another story…***

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