The Hitchhiker's Ride into a Trap

"Dude, let me see whose is bigger. Yours or my boyfriend's."

On a truck along the Sicherian-Timbre Highway, a couple hitched a ride from me. The lady, Jean Shelley, was dressed provocatively.

I couldn't help getting aroused, pitching a tent.

Unexpectedly, Jean was very open-minded. She actually wanted to use her hand to measure how big I was.

What made my blood race even more was that her boyfriend, Ray Brook, wanted her to use her body to pay for the ride.

My name is Christian Chambers. I was a long-haul truck driver.

In this line of work, once a person was out on a run, he would be gone from home for 10 days to up to half a month at a time.

You would eat, drink, and sleep in the truck. After a while, your desires would get pent up. The frustration got unbearable as you would not even have time to relieve yourself.

That day, I was doing a long-haul run on the Sicherian-Timbre Highway when I met a young couple halfway along the journey.

Standing in the middle of the road, they waved at me, signaling for me to stop.

There were quite a lot of hitchhikers in this area. I had met quite a few before. However, they were usually women in thick makeup. You could tell what kind they were at a glance.

I barely make anything driving long distances, while they just spread their legs and earn money easily.

This couple, though, really looked like tourists. They must have gotten into some trouble, which was why they were hitching a ride.

I stopped next to them and rolled the window down.

The lady leaned onto my window right away. She was very pretty and pointed at the car nearby.

"Sir, our car broke down. It can't move. Could you give us a ride?"

I looked at the car stopped by the side of the road. It really did look like they were in trouble.

I waved my hand and said, "Get in."

Only when they got in did I realize that the lady had a great figure. She was wearing a black sweater. Her chest was full and round, and her legs under the skirt, wrapped in sheer stockings, looked long and slender.

It made my already lonely self burn even hotter, a faint stirring rising inside me.

The couple sat beside me, chatting warmly.

"I'm Jean. This is my boyfriend, Ray. Thank you for giving us a ride. The Sicherian-Timbre Highway is so long. We really didn't know how we were going to get out of this."

I waved, telling them not to mention it, and kept driving.

The journey was quite long, and Jean could no longer stay awake, so she lay on Ray's lap and fell asleep.

Her skirt happened to face my direction. Between her thighs, it was dark and tempting, making me want to take a closer look.

What stirred me even more was that Ray had placed his hand on Jean's chest with practiced ease, casually squeezing it.

The fullness of her chest kept changing shape in his hands. It was extremely alluring.

An itch slowly rose in my heart. I could only imagine how good it was to hold them in my hands.

Right at that moment, Jean let out a moan which sent chills down my back. What glorious melodies to my ear. She was on a whole other level compared to my wife.

I had never once tried it with such an exquisite woman. At that moment, she was lying next to me, yet I could not do anything.

The frustration was unbearable.

Ray's touching woke Jean up. Seeing how bold Ray was, she frowned and said, "Behave. Someone is next to us."

Then, she turned to look at me. "Sir, I hope we're not disturbing you."

I shook my head nervously. "Oh, it's fine. You're young. You're full of… energy."

Ray said to Jean, "See. He doesn't mind. Just let me touch you for a while."

Jean tacitly allowed Ray to let his hand wander all over her body. His hand even went under her clothes.

Occasionally, her chest would be pushed out of her top, and I could see that pale, full flesh clearly.

Jean frowned slightly, her face flushed, letting out soft, enticing murmurs from her throat.

She slapped his hand away lightly and said coquettishly, "Hey, be gentler! You're hurting me."

Ray snickered and eased his grip.

From the corner of my eye, I watched everything unfold. The fire of desire inside me had long since been ignited.