The Late Night Hitchhiker

It's around 1:30 on a Saturday morning, and you're driving home from a nightclub in the city. You had met a few friends for drinks and maybe, hopefully, an opportunity to meet a decent gentleman. No luck. Your hopes weren't high, so you're not disappointed, but that itch, that sexual tension that's been mounting for some time now, is becoming quite burdensome. What you wouldn't do at this point, to just freeze the world and grab the first man that struck your fancy, and have your way with him and leave him wanting more once you're satisfied. No names. Just perfect strangers, never to meet again. No judgment. No regrets. So taboo for women these days. Maybe that's what caused you to stop when you came across me hitchhiking in the rain. Maybe it was just your desire to help someone in need. Maybe it was both. You did see a vacant pickup parked along the side of the road a mile back. It was mine. You roll the window down; I tell you I need a ride into town for the night. You unlock the door and I get in. We start to drive and you feel your heart flutter slightly at the risk you've taken, picking up a perfect stranger. You glance nervously at me and confess that you've never picked up a hitchhiker before, and feel a little nervous. I say thank you, and apologize for your tension. You feel slightly at ease with my laid back and gentlemanly demeanor. I'm polite, appreciative, and my hands are in my lap where you can see them. It's a bench seat and I've put as much distance between us as possible to express that I'm not a threat, and you didn't make a mistake. It's disarming and simultaneously arousing. The thrill of the risk has caused your skin to slightly flush. Your arousal is tangible. I can sense it, feel it. You're self-conscious of it but also hope I notice. I express my gratitude at your willingness to take such a risk and help a perfect stranger, to which you reply you're happy you could do it. I express how I wish there was a way I could repay the favor, to which you offer a sideways glance and smirk while you bite the corner of your bottom lip. Your right leg ever so slightly rolls out to lean against the center dash, hoping I might notice the subtle hint of your desire to be touched, even though you yourself didn't realize it until it happened. After a minute passes and you feel I may have missed the hint, I shift a couple inches closer and put my hand down on the seat, closer to you. You pretend not to notice while ever so slightly shifting yourself in the direction of my hand. I take the subtle hint and gently place my hand on your lower thigh, just above the knee. You tense up at first, having not been touched in so long, and then immediately relax to avoid ruining the moment you hoped would happen. You give a sideways glance and assuring smirk and then look back to the road. I begin to gently stroke the inside of your thigh with my fingertips while my thumb grazes your outer thigh in a circular motion. You're wearing a thin pair of black cotton/spandex leggings that seem to enhance my touch w/their smoothness. You can feel a tingling sensation from my fingertips in a straight line along your inner thigh, directly to your clit. It almost tickles. It's a pleasurable humming sensation. Your lips slightly part as you run the tip of your tongue along your bottom lip and then gently bite down. Your legs part ever so slightly, as your right thigh gently rolls out towards me. I start to lightly run my fingertips slowly towards your upper thigh, stopping just before your panty line, and then back down along your inner thigh, back to your knee. This happens a few times before you set the cruise control, take your foot off the gas pedal, and allow your legs to part slightly more. From your knee, I gently, slowly trace my fingers teasingly right to the middle. You let out a faint whimper of approval. With my index finger, I lightly, casually stroke up one side of your labia, over your clit, and down the other side. You exhale in short soft bursts at every stroke. After a few strokes, I place my ring and index fingers on either side of your vagina and begin to lightly massage your lips while my middle finger parts your lips and massages the opening of your vagina, the layers of your leggings and panties preventing the penetration you've been longing for. You're biting your lower lip harder now, while focusing on your driving. Your breathing has hastened and you've let a louder whimper or two escape. You softly push your hips slightly forward to meet the pressure of my fingertips. I start to trace my middle finger along and over the middle of your vagina, at the part, going up to your clit and then down to your opening. I can feel the dampness through your panties and on your leggings. I stop for a quick second to taste, and the return my fingers back to your throbbing vagina. Your taste is intoxicating. With my fingers set back in motion, you begin to gently, rhythmically rock your hips forward , softly grinding into my fingers, so that there is more penetration by my finger through your leggings and panties at every forward thrust. Your leggings are visibly wet now as you continue to push. I take my hand and gently nudge under your waistband and then under your panties so my fingertips are in full contact w/your wet throbbing pussy. With the pad of my middle finger, I slowly trace a path from your clit down to your opening where I gently massage around your opening without actually penetrating. You're so wet that it feels like silk gliding along your lips and clit. You thrust your hips abruptly to mount my finger, making penetration right down to my middle knuckle. The gasp and moan from the immediate spike in pleasure could not be stifled. Now with my finger penetrating you, the rocking of your hips has hastened and become more forceful. It's all you can do to focus on the road and not crash while stifling occasional whimpers that you let out when you exhale. Your skin is so flush at this point, you feel warm and tingly. It heightens your pleasure. As your hips gyrate to slightly ease pressure off my finger, I adjust and meet your next forward thrust, for deeper penetration. A loud whimper and big exhale as you can now feel warmth and tingling up through your clit and into your tummy. I slowly stroke the upper inside of your pussy w/the tip of my finger in a rhythmic "come here" motion. Your hips are now firmly pressed down and forward onto my finger to keep it in place. As I apply a consistent pressure directly to the inside of your pussy, you bear down and start to move your hips in small but forceful gyrations on my finger. Every gyration bringing an increasing wave of intense pleasure. I slide my left hand under your shirt and bra to massage your right breast. As you now grind on my finger, I gently roll your nipple between my thumb and index finger. The tingling sensation heightens your intense vaginal pleasure as if the two joined together instantly to bring you to a climax. You're so wet at this point, your gyrations are faintly audible. The scent of vaginal sweat and fluid is intoxicating for me. The pleasure becomes so intense and so constant that you're now trembling and have pulled over. You put your head back and completely immerse yourself in the pleasure now. Your moans are soft but unrestrained. You've drawn blood on your bottom lip, and your breathing is so rapid, you almost feel faint, if not for the intense vaginal pleasure that is now seemingly coursing through your entire body keeping you fully alert. You brace yourself against the steering wheel, push hard back into the seat, and push your hips down so forcefully over my finger that you swear you may have heard a seat cushion spring pop. The trembling is now uncontrollable as every grind and thrust builds a mounting wave of pleasure that builds upon itself until you can feel it in your stomach and breasts. You want to burst. You inhale sharply, holding your breath, biting your lip, pushing and grinding your pussy so hard until the pleasure is so overwhelming, it crests and crashes, pouring out of you in pulsating waves, as your limbs go limp and you moan loudly in ecstasy. Your pussy is so engorged and throbbing that you enjoy many aftershocks for another moment as I subtly remove my hands from your trembling body. You fall forward, resting your head on the steering wheel as you enjoy the subtle waves of pleasure dissipating throughout your entire body. You're drained, so relaxed you don't want to move. Comfortably numb. I gently rub your back and lightly run my fingers through your hair to remove it from your face. After a few minutes, you regain enough strength to continue driving. You glance at me for a moment, exhale, pull onto the road, and we slowly drive off. There's a sign indicating a rest stop a mile up the road. You're yearning for far more than a finger now. You place your right hand on my left thigh, look at me, smirk, and make a nudging motion towards the sign we just passed. You can feel that I'm clearly aroused and more than willing. I smile back and nod. One mile away.

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