The Hitchhiker – teenage cumslut

At 56 I’m a single guy. A widower for the last 7 years and there had been very little free pussy in my life since then. I’d fucked a few whores and a few drugged girls, but other than that, I’d been starved of any real pussy.

I drive a lot for work and I want to tell you a little story about something that happened a few years ago. It was winter, a hard winter and the temperatures at night dropped pretty fast to well below freezing.

I was driving back from Edinburgh to Bristol after a long weekend business trip. It was late afternoon, around 6pm by the time I got as far as Manchester. That’s when I saw her, a beautiful blond girl wrapped in a thick winter coat with two large bags stood at a traffic light. The sign in her hand read ‘Bristol’.

I pulled over the car and called her over.

She peered in the window, her face was red from the cold and her breath steamed up as she exhaled.

“I’m going to Bristol,” I said. “Throw your bags in the boot.”

She did what I said and jump in the passenger seat. “Thanks Mate,” she said.

It was warm in the car and she quickly pulled off her coat and threw it in the back seat. I got a good look at her magnificent C cup tits for the first time.

“Call me Gary,” I said.

She raised her hands and pushed them through her hair and I got a better like of her tight little body and nice legs, her skin tight jeans left little to the imagination.

“What’s you name?” I asked.

“Janey.”

“Why you going to Bristol?”

“I don’t have anywhere else. I have some friends in the area, but I’m going to try and find a halfway house when I get there.”

“You don’t have any family?”

“No,” she replied sadly.

We talked a little fort he rest of the trip, stopping on the motorway for a coffee. I found out she’d just turned 18 a day before and had moved out of her foster home. She hated it there. I couldn’t help check out her perfect arse as she walked away from me to go to the toilet and then at her tits when she walked back. Her tight jumper showed them perfectly and I was desperate to reach out and squeeze them. My cock was rock hard in my pants, and getting back into the car took me a minute.

We arrived in Bristol at 1 am, I drove slow so it’d be too late for her to find anywhere to stay. I had an idea in mind, but she needed to be desperate if I was to get what I wanted.