I was driving late one night when I saw you walking along the side of the road. Long black hair trailing behind, you were wearing tight jeans and a loose shirt. As I passed, you turned your head to meet my eyes, a small smile on your face.
Something made me pull over that I could not explain. You opened the door and climbed in, that knowing smile never leaving your face. I asked where you were heading and you merely shrugged. You apparently had no specific destination in mind, so I just drove on.
I kept watching you out of the corner of my eye, something about you kept drawing my attention, distracted by this beautiful stranger sitting beside me. I saw your smile grow, just a little, and I knew you were well aware that I was watching you. Your hand moved up and you absently began to toy with the top button of your shirt, accidentally popping it open.
I had to shift uncomfortably. I was suddenly rock hard, trying not to show how much you aroused me. I saw your nipples stiffen under your shirt, letting me know that there was nothing underneath. I stifled a groan as inappropriate thoughts flashed through my mind.
We drove on for a while, finally stopping for gas and food. There was little conversation. The silence was comfortable and neither of us felt the need to break that comfort with meaningless chatter. After we ate, we got back in and drove off.
After several hours of driving, I grew tired. I knew I needed to pull over and sleep and that raised an issue that I had not anticipated. I had a tent in the bed of the truck. I intended to set up the small pop-up pup tent and sleep there. With you, that presented some issues.