John Hawke had been a lorry driver for fifteen years. In that time he had seen his fair share of action on and off the roads. Every so often a desperate female hitchhiker would offer to reward his offer of a lift with a quick sexual favour. This normally involved a blow job or a hand job whilst he was driving along. If the passenger was especially tasty then he would offer to go an extra bit of distance out of his way in return for something a little more intimate. This didn't always work but when it did, oh boy!
Tonight it was a particularly dark and wet night. John's lorry was approaching the motorway slip road out of Mansfield and onto the M1. Through the slashing motion of the wipers he caught his first glimpse of the girl. She was waving madly by the side of the road. As his heavy vehicle approached, her outline became illuminated by his main lights. She must have been soaking. The girl (in her late teens or very early twenties) was dressed in a tight pair of blue denims and a white blouse decorated with large pink flowers. Lacking a coat or any sign of baggage she continued to wave furiously in his direction as the large articulated vehicle slowed to a halt. She vanished from sight momentarily as she run past the cab to the passenger door. Within a second it had swung open and the bedraggled figure had clambered inside.
"Thank you. Oh god, thank you!" she said as her head turned towards the door she was now closing behind her. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't had stopped."
John took this moment to study his new passenger. Her blond hair was a straggled mess clinging to her wet blouse around the shoulders. Her legs were firm and long and her wet top gave a wonderful view of the bra underneath and the girl's ample bosom. John could feel her cock hardening as he fantasised about her naked body. Her wide bum cheeks which now sat upon his passenger chair suggested a stunning view when disrobed and John imagined for a split moment about fucking her from behind. In his mind's eye he could see her bare bum cheeks riding up and down on his firm manhood.
"My name's Mandy," she said in the way of an introduction, turning around to face him. As she spoke she ran a hand through the mess of her hair in a vain attempt to straighten it. "It was blowing a gale out there and I was beginning to think that nobody would stop for me."
John's mind instantly leapt from the imagery of taking this girl from behind to a full-on frontal fuck. Simply put, Mandy was gorgeous. Bright blue eyes shone from under her low fringe and John guessed she was a natural blond. In his head he compensated his mental image of her nudity adding a deliciously shaven blond muff to the affair. It was taking a certain effort on his behalf not to stare downwards at the girl's tits and instead maintain eye contain. She had a small pointed noise with lusciously full red lips. Even in her bedraggled condition she was stunning. John's cock felt uncomfortable in his pants as his hard erection struggled in the folds of his boxer shorts.
"Hi Mandy," John replied. Grabbing the vehicle's gear stick he pushed it forwards whilst applying pressure to the accelerator. With a slight lurch, the leviathan truck started forwards, pulling back onto the tarmac.
"Where are you headed?" John enquired looking away from the sodden angel who had just climbed into his truck. Part of him desperately wanted her to say north if only because he was heading south. There were some temptations that were simply too much to bear.
"Oh! London. I've got an audition down there, but I'll appreciate any distance in that direction."
'Shit!' John thought. The idea of having this hot girl sitting next to him in her sodden clothes for the next several hours was not helping the discomfort in his pants. Desperately he tried to focus on the road to take his mind off her nude image still floating in his head.
"Is that OK?" the sudden worry in her voice was obvious.
"Yeah, sure." John responded. Realising he might have seemed a bit rude with momentary silence, added "Sorry luv, I was just concentrating on the road. I'm heading down to Dover so your luck's in tonight."
Her answering short laugh caused him to look quickly in her direction. She was giving him a lovely smile.
"I don't know about good luck. Just look at me. I'm soaked!" She laughed again and John suddenly wished he was at least twenty years younger. What he wouldn't offer to give this girl the ride of her young life!
Coughing to hide his discomfort at her distracting presence, John returned his focus to the road ahead. Traffic was light and although the weather was bad, it promised to be an easy run down the motorway. Normally this would have been a boring affair, but not tonight. A rather naughty idea was already floating in his head and he wasted no time by acting upon it.
"Well, you'll catch your death of cold if you stay in those wet clothes. If you want, I have a large towel in the back?" John twisted his head in the direction of the curtain that separated the driving seats from the small enclosure at the back of the cab.
"What. Back here?" Mandy enquired turning and peaking through the curtain at the space beyond. A made up bunk bed filled most of the area with a webbed off storage area at the far end.
"That looks cosy. Do you often sleep in your truck?"
"Only when I have to," John replied. He took another quick peak over his shoulder at Mandy's firm toned body whilst her head was hidden behind the curtain.
"Are you really sure you don't mind me using your towel? I'm going to get it all damp and wet."
A comment like that only made John's mind race a little more. His little ongoing visual fantasy extended to seeing Mandy laid naked full spread across his bunk. Her wonderful tits and pussy were clearly exposed, as was the small patch of pubic hair between her legs. John coughed and replied "Sure honey. Your health is more important than my laundry. Help yourself, I won't look." The last part of John's statement was partly a lie. What he really meant was that he would definitely look if he could, but driving was going to make it a little difficult to accomplish.
Mandy vanished from the front of the cabin, clambering between the curtains. John got a quick glimpse of a firmly toned set of buttocks in wet jeans before she was gone. Returning his gaze to the neon lit motorway he listened intently as the teenager shed her clothes in the back of his cab. John had always had a good imagination and now was no exception. The first set of movements and damp flapping of sodden clothes were surely that of the girl's blouse. Soft, creamy skin would now be visible running down from her lusciously soft neck to her exposed chest with her firm breasts and her slightly hardened nipples sticking forwards in her bra. Her upper underwear would be next, John thought, and he expanded his mental voyeuristic view to accompany the garment slipping off. Two rose bud nipples were now on display, her breasts absolutely perfect in the soft shade of the light flowing into the rear of the cabin. Her firm tits moved with incredibly grace as she bent down to unzip the fastener on her jeans; its movement mirroring the long grove of the teenager's pussy slit underneath. Sounds of a gentle struggle with wet denim material were unmistakeable and John subconsciously rubbed the hardness of his dick through his pants. By now the girl was practically naked, her lithe muscular legs running from her bare feet upwards past her thighs to her soft wet pussy which waited with such temptation.
The sound of the curtains drawing back brought John quickly out of his dirty fantasy. Mandy emerged covered in a large white towel with only the top of her bare shoulders, ankles and feet on display. Laughing the kind of way a carefree teenager can, Mandy dropped back into the passenger seat.
"Thank you." She beamed him a wonderful smile and John felt himself ready to explode. He desperately wanted to know if she had left her panties on or had instead discarded them upon his bunk. Either way it was a truly stimulating image.
"So Mandy," John tried to sound as casual as possible. "What's your story then? How did you end up on the side of the road on a night like tonight?"
"Oh! That. Well it was that BITCH," Mandy practically spat out the last word. "She dumped me there because we were arguing."
"Whoa! Slow down girl. Which bitch?" John interrupted trying to hide the smile on his face. It was quite funny to see the expression of hatred on the pretty girl's face.
