The Hitchhiker

It was a dark and stormy night ... well the end of one anyway. The sun had poked its head above the horizon but it was still cold and wet with a few showers hanging around after the storms the previous night. I was once again on my weekly road trip -- 3 hours of highway driving to the Sydney office -- listening to some music mix from the '90s. Brittney Spears, Sinead O'Connor, Michael Jackson, relaxing and enjoying the drive. I had bought a nice BMW 5 Series for the long trips, it was roomy, comfortable and quiet.

Just before Lake George something caught my eye and I pulled up quickly onto the verge, not even thinking about what I was doing. I immediately regretted it. Thoughts of lonely, single people in nice cars being lured by young women in distress so they could be hijacked and beaten by some drug crazed gang filled my head. I locked the doors, keeping a good lookout for any sign of trouble as the sodden looking girl approached.

Winding down my window I said, 'This isn't the weather for hitch-hiking ...'

She was soaked. 5'6, slim, mousey brown hair past her shoulders which looked straight but it was hard to tell because it was so wet. Hard to tell her age, maybe 17, wearing tight jeans and a soaking wet dark blue windbreaker with some band name that I heard of. Cute face but she looked like she had been crying. 'Are you OK, can I help?'

Her response was almost a whisper but I heard her say, 'I need to get to Sydney please'. 'Please' told me straight away that she was polite and in trouble. I can't help it but the sight of a young girl in distress tugs on my heartstrings and I knew I just had to help.

'Hop in. I've got a towel in the boot, we need to get you dry and warm'.

'I'm heading to Sydney -- my name is Steve and if you don't mind being a passenger I can gladly drive to Ryde and drop you at the train station'.

'Thank you', she said and tried the door handle on the still locked car. I apologized, unlocked the door, popped the boot and got out to get the towel.

When I climbed back in the car, she was sitting in the passenger seat, seat belt on and clutching her backpack to her chest. I could see her more clearly now. She had big eyes that had clearly been crying, nice lashes, no make-up and just a hit of freckles danced across her gorgeous face She wore stud type earrings in her pierced ears, two in the one I could see. I bet when she smiled it would melt me! She was a long way from smiling at the moment.

I handed her the towel and said, 'Dry your hair, the heater will help with your clothes and get some warmth into you.'

We sat in silence as I continued the drive. She was busy drying her hair, bunching it over one shoulder and squeezing the moisture out of it. I could see out the corner of my eye that there was a little curl in her hair and the colour was lighter than I first thought. I could also see that she had a flat stomach and perky little breasts. I secretly hoped she was 18!

We were about twenty minutes away from a service centre and I suggested we stop so she could change into something dry before we continue the drive. I learned that her name was Sophie and was escaping from her mother's live-in boyfriend who 'Was an arsehole'. She didn't elaborate.

When we stopped, Sophie changed into red and black track pants, blue t-shirt and a dark blue jumper with a wide and deep neck hole and long sleeves. She had on sandals. Not the best combination but at least it was dry. I couldn't help but stare at her well-shaped hips and backside as she climbed back into the car and then she smiled ...

'Thank you' said Sophie as she reached around and drooped her back-pack in the back seat. She was still clutching the towel and dabbing at the hair which was drying rapidly.

'My pleasure', I said.

'Now tell me why a young girl is walking alone on the side of a highway in the rain and accepting lifts from strange older men.'

'I can't stay at home', she told me. 'Mum has changed, her boyfriend doesn't treat her nicely and we had a big argument last night so I left'

I'm also not that young, I'm 19 and should be living away from home.

'My auntie is in Sydney so I am hoping to stay there for a while while I sort myself out.'.

'Have you called her? I asked. 'Is she expecting you?

'I left a message, I thing she is still away but I'll call her again when I'm in Sydney' said Sophie. She sounded more hopeful than certain and maybe even a little bit desperate.

Again, words blurted out of my mouth before I had thought them through. 'Well I have a unit in a hotel so you can stay there a few days while you sort things out if you need to'.

'I haven't got much money, she offered and I assured her that I wasn't after money, I was just happy to be helping out a young girl.

After a couple of hours on the road, some in silence, some just listening to the music and me hearing Sophie say 'maybe I can pay you back with my mouth?' I realized that I was daydreaming.

We checked into the hotel, they were used to me arriving early, and I made some lame introduction at the check-in desk. 'This is my niece, she may be staying for a couple of days, could I have an extra key please?'

The unit had two bedrooms (damn!) a small kitchenette, laundry facilities and a well-appointed bathroom.

I suggested Sophie take a shower and wash/dry her wet clothes in the laundry while I unpacked and got ready for work.

30 minutes later, with the washer churning away, Sophie appeared from the bathroom clad in only a towel with another wrapped in a tight but on her hair. She bounced over to me, threw her arms around me and said, 'Thank you again, I feel much better and you didn't have to do any of this'.

I was speechless. A stunning 19 year-old girl just wearing a towel was pressing herself against me. I hugged back, painfully aware that my erection was well past the point of hiding it now. She smelled fruity and fresh. Her hair was wet and the skin on her shoulders well-tanned and smooth. I could only imagine what she would look like if I 'accidentally' snagged the towel in my wristwatch and saw her naked.

As we broke apart, I stammered, 'Here is my number', give me a call when you have spoken to your Auntie and let me know what you are doing'

'You can use anything here, and if you have to go, then the train station is just around the corner'.

'I need to go to the office.'

As I left the room, I glanced back just as she was opening the towel but her back was facing me and I saw nothing.

I couldn't concentrate at work and a couple of calls from Sophie didn't help. Apparently, her Auntie was still not answering so Sophie asked to stay for another day or two. Without appearing too eager, I said yes but suggested she call home and let them know she was OK. Sophie refused and got quite angry and upset. Obviously I hit a raw nerve so I offered to come 'home' early and take her shopping so she could get some more clothes other than what was in her back-pack.

We drove to the large shopping centre nearby and while I suggested she grab some jeans and some warm clothes plus something to sleep in, I secretly hoped she wanted to model a baby doll negligee for my approval!

She shopped like a guy! One department store, no messing around. Jeans, warm tops, pyjamas (pink!) and some new underwear which looked a bit flimsy and 'sexy' to me. I wondered what she would look like/feel like in just those. She thanked me and we drove home in relative silence.

Back in the hotel, I went for a quick shower and then we ordered pizza through Uber Eats. When the delivery person called from the lobby, I want to get the pizza leaving Sophie alone in the room.

When I returned a few minutes later she had changed into those pink PJs, clearly tired and ready to sleep. I couldn't help but notice she wore no bra underneath and her breasts, while smallish, we clearly visible bouncing in her top, one nipple even left an outline on the fabric and an outline on my mind too.

After eating and watching a bit of television, Sophie announced she was tired and was going to bed. I turned down the lights and sat watching TV while she snoozed in the adjoining bedroom but my mind kept wandering. I wanted her.

Why couldn't I control myself. I was old enough to be her father at 52, she was only 19 and trusted me. Perhaps she saw in me everything that her mum's boyfriend wasn't. Either way I just had to control myself.

Thinking wasn't a crime though and I found my mind wandering again, imagining what her breasts would feel like, a nipple hardening in my mouth. Was she shaved or hairy or trimmed or covered in a wispy down? How would her bum feel nestled in the palms of my hands? I needed to go to sleep to stop this.

I turned off the TV, making my way to my room and got undressed. I always slept naked. I crawled under the covers, turned off the light and resisted the urge to touch myself, despite an active mind and the feeling of a load building up and needing release.

I awoke with a start. Sophie was climbing into my bed. I flicked on the light and saw immediately that she had been crying again. I should have sent her packing but instead I asked 'what's up?'.

Through tears, she explained that she was lonely and just wanted some company. I said 'but I'm naked under these sheets' and she giggled saying 'that's OK, I'm not, and getting into these PJ's would be like breaking into Fort Knox'.

We both laughed and she climbed in, lying on he side, facing away from me. I just lay on my back trying desperately to think of anything except to young girl next to me. Eventually I dozed off.

Morning came and the light seeping in around the curtains woke me. I was on my side "spooning" Sophie with my arm draped over her and her clutching my forearm. My face took in the aroma of her hair and my semi-erect cock nestled against her backside. As I took in the situation I was grateful she was wearing pyjamas but I also became aware of a breast in my hand and my cock springing to life.  

I tried to pull my arm back and she woke up.

She turned to face an embarrassed, naked, erect and horny 52 year old and planted a kiss on my chest. She looked up and for the first time we kissed. Her hand went straight for my cock and I let out a groan of pleasure while I tried to frantically remove her top. I threw back the covers and she sat astride me, pulling the top over her head. Or that was the plan. Sophie was stuck now with the PJ's half over her head, covering her face, tangled in her hair with both arms above her head as she struggled. We both laughed and she stopped squirming as for the first time the magnificence of her breasts was laid out in front of me.

I reached behind her and pulled her top off and she slumped forward pressing those beautiful breasts with their hard, small, light brown nipples into my chest. I thought I would explode.

Instead, I flipped her over onto her back and there I was, cock pushed hard against her pussy with her legs splayed either side of me, naked from the waist up and only protected by those pink PJ trousers.

I scooted down the bed, undoing the waist tie as I went and reaching out to grab the hem. Slowly I pulled them down. Sophie lifted her hips to help me, and I pulled them slowly down her legs. She wasn't shaved.

She was waxed and as smooth as bowling ball. Her inner pussy lips extruded only slightly from a peach that just needed my tongue. And it got it. Sophie whimpered in delight as I slowly licked the length of her pussy and then without a pause I plunged straight in. God she tasted good!

She arched her back as I moved northwards, probing, searching for her little clitoris buried deeply in the folds. I found it and knew I had the right spot because of the noises Sophie was making and the involuntary thrusting of her hips.

She lightly gripped my head with her fingers searching around my ears as she moved inevitably towards a climax. As she came, she gripped he thigs and I thought I would pass out. She tried to make me stop but I persisted as wave after wave of pleasure enveloped her. As she relaxed, I lifted her legs over my shoulders and drove home my now rock hard cock.

I wasn't interested in making this last, I just wanted to unload deep inside her and after a few minutes of wild and sweaty thrusting I felt the pressure rise and then came like a geyser.

We collapsed into heaps. My cum leaking from her battered pussy, our chests heaving and the beads of sweat glistening on our foreheads. There were no words to explain what had just happened and then she said in a clear and measured voice.

'I don't think I will be able to reach my Auntie for another couple of days"...