Alice, pt1

I don’t see many hitch hikers these days, and certainly not single women. To be honest, my first instinct as I stopped to let her into the cab was to feel protective. Who knew what sort of pervert might pick her up? Of course, that pervert turned out to be me, and I needn’t have worried on her behalf. She was quite capable of taking care of herself. In retrospect I pity anyone who ever did cause her any problems. They’d have soon found themselves very much the worse for it.

The usual, unspoken deal with hitch hiking is that the driver wants some company, and the price of the lift is to make entertaining conversation on the subject, or subjects of the driver’s choosing. I’ve hitched myself in the past, and sometimes it can get awkward, when you really need that lift, but just don’t like the driver. But as Alice and I chatted, I found her easy to talk to, and the feeling seemed mutual. Still, I never expected to get on quite as well as we did.

The stretch of motorway we were on has few service stations, and I had a long drive to make. It turned out that Alice was going even further than me, and on the same route. So neither of us were keen to make too many stops, especially as it would probably mean turning off the motorway to look for services, which can waste a lot of time. It had been a hot day too, and Alice had been standing in the sun trying to get a lift for quite a while. I didn’t say it, but I was pretty surprised about this, given how fantastically cute she was. But when I thought it over later, I could only guess that families or couples weren’t going to let such an obvious temptress into their car, and many commercial drivers aren’t allowed to give lifts any more. Which only left single men in private cars. Who knows, maybe they thought she was just too good to be true, and there must be some kind of trick involved!

In any case, the point of the background story is that we were both extremely thirsty, and soon finished off the bottles of water I had behind my seat, drinking at least two litres each over the course of an hour and a half. And that’s when things started to get interesting.

For a long time I have had a major pee fetish. I have no idea why it turns me on. It’s not about domination, and it’s not really the pee itself. It’s perhaps just the intimacy of the act, and the taboo. It’s maybe also about childhood experiences when the body’s sensations are all less differentiated, and the mere thought of a girl taking her knickers off to pee was intruiging. Of course, these days, I’d just as likely ask her to keep her knickers on while she peed, but that’s another story!

We had just passed a turning for one of the few service stations when Alice interrupted herself to say, ‘Damn, I should have asked you to pull in there.’ I replied that it was 40 miles to the next service station. Already I was titillated by the turn that the conversation was taking. I’ll never know if Alice had deliberately missed the service station, but it was the perfect opening into discussing my, and as it turned out, her secret fetish.

Alice told me she had to pee, and she’d never last another 40 miles. Now I really was turned on, and I was beginning to suspect, or at least hope, that was her intention. I offered to turn off at the next junction, but even that was at least 20 miles away, and I didn’t know how far off the motorway we’d have to go to find toilets. ‘You might end up having to pee behind a bush’, I said.

She laughed at this, and smirked knowingly at me. ‘We’d be in the middle of the countryside – why bother going behind a bush, if there’s nobody there to see me?’, she asked cheekily.

‘I’d be there’, I said. To which she just smirked again, and glanced pointedly down at the now obvious bulge at my crotch. Just to make it a little more obvious she started jiggling up and down in her seat and lightly and almost casually put her hand between her legs to cup her pubic mound.

By this point it was about all I could do to concentrate on the driving. Fortunately lorries these days all have great cruise control, and there was hardly any other traffic around! But even so, I had to at least pay some attention to the road, which was getting more and more difficult to do. Firstly because of my increasing arousal, and also because I was beginning to suspect that Alice shared my kink, or was at the very least aware of it and deliberately teasing me. Either way was a win from my point of view.

There was a definite flirtatiousness about the conversation now, but I don’t know if I would ever have found the courage to be the first one to admit it out loud. Imagine how awkward it would have been for the next 20 miles if I’d told her I was turned on by the idea of her peeing by the roadside in full view of passing drivers, and then found out I was misreading the whole situation! Fortunately for me, I didn’t have to make the next move.