I knew I shouldn't be hitchhiking looking as I do. I'm tall and thin, with long legs and high breasts. I was roaming the highway in a denim miniskirt and T-shirt that rode up, revealing my flat stomach and belly ring. I was walking temptation for any asshole who wanted to take advantage of me, but I was desperate for a lift.

A monumental fight with my boyfriend cost me my ride, so I found myself roaming the highway with my thumb out, my knapsack on my shoulders, hoping, praying, that someone would stop and offer me a ride to the nearest town with a bus station.

I'd been on the road over an hour in the blistering heat when a car stopped and the passenger door swung open.

"Need a ride?" the driver asked me.

I nodded. He seemed nice enough, with dark hair, a kind face and a tight body clad in jeans with a cowboy shirt.

He popped the trunk and I dumped my pack and got in beside him.

We were driving a few minutes when, as he shifted gears, he put his hand on my knee. I gasped but said nothing as his hand moved up my thigh. Despite myself, I was aroused.

When his hand reached my pussy, I was soaking wet.

Eventually, he stopped the car at a rest area.

"Time to pay for your ride," he said.

I should have been indignant, but I wasn't. The fact that he was a stranger made this exciting and forbidden, so I didn't resist as he unzipped his fly and brought my head down to his cock. I sucked him eagerly, loving his taste on my tongue. He came, filling my mouth with his cum, but he wasn't done yet.

I straddled his lap, fucking him.