The Benefits of Hitch-Hiking

A Story from Magneta Stone.

“Can this day get any worse?” I yell.

It is the end of the week and I am already running late for work when my car breaks down. I am still fifteen minutes away. I grab my phone and try to call my boyfriend, but there is no reception. I have no choice but to start walking.

With my thumb out, I’d only walked about five hundred metres when I hear a car slowing down behind me. I turn around to see this gorgeous guy peering out his car window. “Excuse me miss, is everything ok?”

My legs turn to jelly and my heart starts racing. “Ah, no, not really. My car won’t start and I’m running late for work,” I say, a little annoyed.

“If you need a lift, I’ll be happy to give you one.”

This was too good to be true. “Are you sure, I don’t want to be a bother.”  I must be insane to accept a lift from a total stranger, but what else can I do?

“My name is Mark, and it’s no bother. I don’t have anywhere in particular I need to be.”

“I’m Rachel, and thank you. I appreciate it.”

Walking around to the passenger side, I can feel myself getting aroused.  I no longer care about getting to work. I want Mark to have his way with me.  I wonder if he feels the same. Getting into the car, I get my answer. He is staring at my legs and he appears to like what he sees.

“Where to?” he asks, pulling back out into traffic.

“Do you know the big industrial area further down this road? I work in there.”

“Yeah, I know it.”

“So Mark, what do you do for a living?”

“I run my own business. I’m a builder by trade.”

“So you’re good with your hands then.”

Mark glances at me. “You can find out for yourself if you like.”

I take a deep breath. “I think I might like that actually. But how?”

“Don’t worry about it. I know the perfect place and it’s not too far away,” Mark replies. He then puts his left hand on my thigh and slowly works his way up under my skirt until he reaches my panties. I gasp as he rubs my pussy from the outside, making me wetter and hotter.  Not once, has he taken his eyes off the road.

He pulls my panties to the side and expertly slides his fingers gently inside me.

“Mmm, you are good with your hands,” I moan, closing my eyes.

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg. It’s not just my hands that I’m good with.”

Mark starts sliding his fingers in and out, slowly at first. But within minutes, he is going so fast, I am amazed at how he is still able to drive without causing an accident. Then I realize the car has stopped moving. It seems we are at our destination. It’s a house that is in the final stages of construction. “It’s safe. The work is all complete, we’re just waiting on someone to come and do the safety checks and that won’t be until tomorrow.”

Getting out of the car, my mind is racing with thoughts of what is about to happen. Mark opens the front door. As soon as we are inside, we both start stripping and kissing and fondling each other.

Mark is kissing my neck and I can’t take it anymore. “Oh, God! I want you inside me now.”

“What about foreplay?” he asked.

“Fuck the foreplay! This time it can be post-play. You said we’ve got the house to ourselves, you don’t need to be anywhere and I can call in sick. We’ve got all the time we need for foreplay, after.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

He picks me up and takes me to the dining table, where he bends me over and fingers my pussy to prepare me for his big cock.

“I want you now, Mark. I want you to take me now. Put your huge, throbbing cock inside me. Have your way with me. “

Mark moves closer to me, so that he is standing right behind me. He presses up against me and then slowly pushed his way inside me. He bends me over a little more so that he can delve further inside.

Having gone in as far as he can, he starts to thrust back and forwards, very slowly.

“Oh God, Rachel. Your pussy feels so good. It feels so tight.”

Trying hard to block out all other thoughts and just enjoy the feeling of having Mark inside me, all I can do is moan.

Mark takes this as a sign and begins to thrust faster and faster. It feels deeper with each thrust and I don’t think either of us are going to be able to take much more of it. Mark is moaning a little bit louder and his thrusts are getting quicker.

I give him the green light. “I’m ready baby, make me come. Come inside me, Mark. Give it all you ‘ve got.”

“Ok Rachel, your wish is my command babe.”

Mark starts thrusting so hard, the table begins to move. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper he goes; until it appears we are both about to come.

“Fuck me Mark, fuck me hard until you come. You’re going to make me come any second.”

“Oh fuck, Rachel. I’m going to come too.”

“Yes, Mark, yes. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I cry, beating him by just a few seconds.

“Rachel, fuck me, I’m coming.”

We collapse in a heap on the table. Mark on top of me, but still inside me.

After a few minutes we separate and make our way into the bathroom to clean up ready for the ‘post-play’. We’re just about to get into the shower when Mark’s phone rings. It’s the safety inspector telling Mark he’s on his way to the house.

“No time for post-play after all,” laughs Mark. “Maybe next time.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I reply.

“If you hang around for a bit, I’ll give you that lift to work.”

“I think it might be safer for me to make my own way. Thanks anyway.”

With that I walk down the street, doubting I will ever see Mark again. I flag down a taxi and go to work, thinking along the way of a plausible excuse as to why I’m so late.