I just bought a new crew cab truck a little over a week ago and decided I want to go on a road trip. I took a couple weeks off from work and hit the road. No particular destination in mind, I just wanted to see parts of the country I hadn't seen before. I drove for about an hour when the words of my mother came to mind.
"Always pee before you go anywhere."
I smiled as I pulled into the gas station. I didn't listen to her and had to go. I pulled up to a pump, thinking I may as well fill it while I'm here. After filling up, I walked into the store and hit the Men's room. I grabbed some snacks and drinks and headed back to my truck.
"Excuse me Sir."
Turning I saw a beautiful girl looking at me. She looked to be in her early twenties. Straight black hair that disappeared behind her shoulders, with bangs cut straight across, just above her eyebrows. She had stunning green eyes that seemed to look into my soul. She stood about five foot six. She was wearing a red button up shirt tied just below her breasts, revealing her flat belly. She was wearing a pair of very short denim shorts and flip flops. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough to give me a nice peek at her cleavage. If I had to guess I'd say she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"I saw you get out of your truck. It's very nice."
"Thanks, I just got it."
"Um, this is awkward, but is there any way I could get a ride with you?'
"Where are you going?" I asked suspiciously.
"Anywhere but here. I just broke up with my boyfriend. I was stupid and moved here to be with him. He turned into a complete asshole so I just left. I don't have any friends of family here, so I have nowhere to go."
Her eyes started to tear up.
"Hey, don't cry." I replied. "We'll figure something out. This is going to sound weird, but are you over eighteen? I don't want to get mixed up with transporting a minor."
She quickly reached into her back pocket and pulled out her licence. Sure enough it was from out of state and she was twenty one.
"Okay, you've got a ride. Hop in."
She ran over and grabbed a backpack and headed for my truck. I took it from her and threw it in the back seat.
"With you being so nice and all, I hate to ask." She looked down at the ground. "Are you going to expect "things" for the ride?"
"The only thing I expect is some nice conversation and to poke me if I get sleepy."
"It's a deal!"
She smiled and held out her hand.
"My name is Skye."
I took her hand and didn't want to let go, it was so soft and warm.
"I'm Bill."
I helped her in to my truck then got in the driver's seat. I flipped up the center console and dropped the bag of snacks on the seat between us.
"Help yourself to whatever you want." I offered.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it's mostly junk food and soda, but take whatever you want."
She looked into the bag and took some snack cakes and a soda. The cakes were gone in under a minute, and she chugged half a bottle of soda.
"I'm sorry." She began. "I must look like such a pig. It's just that I haven't had much to eat, or much sleep in the twenty four hours."
"No problem," I smiled, "just leave me a drink and I'm good. We'll stop for lunch in a few hours. Feel free to recline back and snooze. I noticed where you're from, I can head in that direction if you want to go home."
"Thanks, but no. I called home when I wanted to leave and my mother said than she warned me this would happen, and there was no room for a slut like me anymore."
Her green eyes welled up with tears. I reached over and put my hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry for crying, but I'm not a slut, I just made a mistake. I thought I was in love.
"Skye, I don't think you're a slut. We've all done stupid things in the name of love."
"You're such a nice guy Bill. I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me."
"I know how i'd like you to thank me." I thought.
"Think nothing of it." Is what I said.
After about twenty minutes, I looked over and saw her head bobbing.
"Skye, put the seat back and take a nap. It will save you a stiff neck later."
She agreed, and put the seat back. She was sound asleep in less than a minute. As she snored lightly I took the time to really look her over. Her hair was so black it shined. The skin on her face was flawless and smooth, with just enough plump in her lips to make me want to know how they would be to kiss or better yet, how they would feel on my cock. Her shirt was gaping just enough that I was pretty sure the was no bra involved. I could see down between them pretty good and saw no sign of material. She had a belly button ring, a red stone of some kind. She kept the button on her shorts unbuttoned, a look that I have always liked. The shorts were tight enough to show a hint of a pubic mound. Her legs were long a slightly muscular. She was pretty evenly tanned all over.
As I looked at her I felt my cock starting to grow.
"Look away," I thought, "think about baseball, or kneeling on nails, whatever to distract yourself."
Right about then, she let out a little moan and shifted around on the seat. In doing so one breast popped right out of her shirt. There was the tan line. A tiny triangle of white skin, just barely big enough to cover her nipple. My cock sprang to full hardness. I knew what would be in my mind as I jerked off later! I was debating on whether to wake her or let her sleep when she let out a little snort and opened her eyes. I looked away immediately. From my peripheral vision, I saw her adjusting her shirt.
"That was embarrassing." She smiled. "I hope you liked what you saw."
"I didn't see much." I lied.
"Nice try. Then why can I see the outline of your cock in your pants? I'll at least be honest, I do like what I see!"
"Alright then, of course I liked what I saw. You are a beautiful girl and I have to say your boobs are bigger than I first thought.
Skye slid over next to me, placing her hand on my shoulder.
"Before I do something stupid and make a fool of myself, can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Do you have a wife or girlfriend or anything?"
"Nope, I'm as single as can be."
"Then, would you mind if I did this?"
She dropped her hand into my lap and started tracing the outline of my cock with her finger over the material of my jeans.
"I thought you didn't want to do anything like this," was my stunned reply.
Skye explained.
"I didn't want to feel pressured into doing something just because I got a ride. You've been a perfect gentleman. I want to do this."
She cupped her hand over my cock and rubbed the length of my hard cock. She continued to slowly rub up and down my shaft, her fingers tickling the tip. I was finding it increasingly more difficult to drive the more she stroked me.
"Um, Skye, if you keep doing this, I'm going to have to change my pants soon."
