Suitcase rattles in the trunk as I cruise the empty country road, midway through my village stopover. Never pick up hitchhikers, my rule. But there’s Kevin, thumb out, striding fast. Son’s buddy from apprentice school. I speed past, signal right, pull over twenty meters ahead. Rearview shows him sprinting, backpack bouncing.
He jogs up. ‘Hi ma’am.’
The Stopover
‘Hi Kevin. Walking 20km home?’
‘Girlfriend fight in Frantville. Heading back.’
‘Hop in.’
Guys tease him as the last virgin at 18. Console nights at our place, endless jabs.
‘What’s the fight?’
‘She’s old-school. Saving virginity for marriage. No kisses below lips, no touching. Three years together, I’m dying.’
Pussy tingles. Divorced me, weeks without sex, fantasizing young cock. His friend’s virgin dick? Insane turn-on. Scratch thigh, hike skirt, flash legs.
‘You staring at my legs, Kevin? Like them?’
Face flames red. Glances thighs. ‘Yes.’
‘Touch. Caress.’
Trembling hand lands. Slides knee to hem, hesitates near crotch. I grab it, shove under skirt. Lace black panties peek. Dirt path ahead through trees. Slow, turn, bump 200 meters, park. Isolated. Unbuckle.
‘Lemme handle it.’ Grab bulge, unzip jeans. Rock-hard cock springs free. Perfect size—not huge, just right. Stroke balls to tip, skin peels back. Ring thumb-index, pump slow. Tease slit. He groans.
Lean, kiss glans. Lick, suck deep. Throat fucks him. Virgin overload. Balls tighten. ‘Slow, gonna cum!’ Ignore, faster. Hot jets flood mouth. Swallow every drop. Lick clean.
The Transit
Sit up, unbutton blouse, unhook bra. Hike skirt, yank panties off. Grab condom purse from backseat bag—nope. ‘First time bare? Feel my wet pussy raw?’
‘Yes!’
Straddle in SUV space. Guide cock into soaked cunt. Impale deep. Still. Kiss hard. ‘Grop tits.’ Hands under bra, squeeze, pinch nipples. Harder. Bite. Pain-pleasure waves.
Grind. Clench walls on shaft. He thrusts up. Pubes slap. Cums hard inside, floods me. Stay speared. Lips on neck. ‘Best day ever. Thanks.’
‘Pleasure’s mine. Gotta go. No repeats—son’s friend, too young.’
Clean his dripping cock with tissue, fondle last time. Dress quick. Silent drive. Drop near home. ‘Keep secret.’ He nods, happy-sad, exits.
Weeks later, doorbell mid-afternoon. Kevin. ‘Missed work bus. Wanna talk.’
Hand drags him to bedroom. Drop skirt, keep panties, blouse. Lie back. ‘Yours. Do me.’
Fingers trace belly, bush through fabric. Stroke lips, thighs. Slip under, finger fuck wet slit. Find clit, circle.
Yank panties. Strip nude. He sheds clothes. Skin to skin. Sucks tits, bites nipples perfect. Tongue trails navel to pussy. Lips part folds, laps nectar. Sucks clit. Hips buck. Squeeze thighs on head. Scream orgasm, twist.
He crawls up, kisses cum-flavored. Hand on rigid cock, pearls pre-cum. Lick shaft, balls. Suck half, drool. Pump, suck glans. Deep throat. Branlette-suction combo. Explodes, gulp thick ropes.
Two minutes, hard again. Pillow under ass, legs wide. ‘Fuck me.’ Plunges raw. Pounds like puppy. Vagina grips. Endless. Groans signal. Jets fill me.
Awkward lip peck. Dresses, flees. Thighs slick with cum. Wanted cuddles, words. Kid needs training.