"Shit it's hot."
She stood on the side of the road, looking towards the oncoming traffic and wondering if any of those sons of bitches in their air conditioned cars were ever going to stop and give her a lift.
When the job offer came through she had to jump at it - one problem - it was a thousand clicks away and she had no way of getting there except on her thumb.
Her sports bag was on the ground between her feet, her legs slightly parted and she could feel a slow trickle of sweat running down the inside of her one thigh, normally this would have been an erotic sensation to her, now it only irritated her, reminding her that she was hot and thirsty and still had a long way to go. A slight breeze played with the skirt of her white one piece mini sun dress, lifting it slightly, with the amount of leg that she was showing she should have been picked up ages ago.
A luxury offroad came into sight and up went her thumb for the thousandth time, a family on the way to somewhere, kids with their faces stuck to the windows watching her as they sped past. She turned her head to follow the direction of the car, hoping to see brake lights come on - no, the wife was probably warning the husband not to stop for hitchhikers.
Behind her the sound of a powerful engine, then the engine sound changed. She looked back to see what was coming over the rise, a truck - a large one, was slowing down as it approached her.
"A lift at last," she mumbled to herself as she picked up the sports bag and moved back from the edge of the road.
His smile was the first thing that she noticed - open, friendly not hiding anything sinister. She felt relaxed.
Once she had climbed up into the cab, placed her bag in the sleeping compartment behind the seats and sat down she was able to get her first look at the man that has saved her from scorching to death on the side of the road. He had long black hair - tied back, the wind blowing in through the window whipped the pony tail around behind his back as if it were trying to break free form the tieback.
He had strong features - not cruel, just....strong. he wore a cotton vest over a well exercised upper body. His jeans were well worn but clean and she could not help noticing the large lump in the front. She looked up to see that he was watching her and realised that he must have seen the direction of her gaze but she didn't feel embarrassed.
She sat with her one leg folded up on the seat, her skirt folded in between her legs, to enable her to lie against the side post and watch him as he easily handled the enormous vehicle. It may have taken ten minutes, it may have been half an hour but the cool air of the aircon and the muted sound of the powerful engine under her seat lulled her to sleep.
It took her a few seconds to remember where she was, she didn't open her eyes right away but laid there enjoying the vibration of the seat under her. She decided to sneak a peep at him without him realising that she was awake. She opened her one eye ever so slightly and was very surprised at what she saw.
He was looking alternatively from her, back to the road and back to her again. The direction of his gaze was directly between her slightly spread thighs. While she had been sleeping her skirt had moved out from its covering position between her legs and had pulled up slightly, exposing her thin white g-string and the teasing mound under it. Her first reaction was to cover herself without making too much fuss over the incident, but she didn't move, she continued to pretend to be asleep - and he continued to watch her.
She knew that he could see through her thin g-string to where the shadow of her pubic hair where she left a small stripe above her clitoris when she shaved and she could feel that she was becoming increasingly turned on, watching this hunk of a man looking at her cleft, not knowing that she could see him. Suddenly it felt to her as if his gaze was caressing her clit, enflaming and exciting it more and more. She wanted him to see more, to be as horny as she was. In her mind she saw his huge cock, freed from his jeans, standing fully erect with his hand stroking the shaft slowly up and down as he looked in between her thighs.
She moved slightly, as if in sleep, and opened her legs wider. Now he could see all there was to see, from her mound to where her g-string slipped in between the cheeks of her buttocks. She knew that he would now be able to see the shape of her lips under the fabric of her panty, and she was sure that he would be able to see the bulge of her, now fully erect, clitoris standing out from between her inner lips, she was so horny, it would have been nice to reach down and slowly, gently rub her clit with her finger, slowly increasing the tempo until she came in her panties, but - she didn't.
She opened her one eye slightly again and saw him staring directly at her vagina.
The bulge in his pants was now huge and as he watched the gave the bulge a squeeze.
"He's just as horny as I am," she thought, "only difference is that he can do something about it."
Her breasts and nipples felt as if they were on fire. It felt to her as if her breasts has swollen to a size that no longer fitted into her dress. Again she moved "in her sleep", this time to cover the buttons on the front of her dress with her hand, her arm was now across her one breast and she pressed down on her nipple with her wrist, the sensation almost made her cum. She so badly needed to move, to touch herself, but - she didn't.