Blonde Duet

I let out a sigh, roll my shoulders, and choose to ask the pair of blondes I had waited on earlier for a ride. ‘Maybe the best option available ', or so I tell myself.

Hurrying to get to them before they leave, I dash quickly across the lot, my exposed breasts bouncing with each elongated step. I catch them looking my way as I approach, glancing at me inquisitively. I stopped nearby and made what I hope was the most convincing smile I could, given I was naked before them. “Hey, could I ride home with you? It’s not far and … “, I hear them laughing, and pause.

I see them smiling back at me as they scrutinized my nudity closly, “Oh, we can let you ride with us alight … so long as you plan on remaining naked. I swallowed hard, nodding back, and the blonde in a tank top & shorts spoke up, “She's such a slut”, which everyone must have found quite amusing.

Her other half was wearing her tight black leggings and a deep v-neck, declaring "Ok, get in .. you have to ride in back, ok?" Once more, I simply nodded as a reply, my gaze cast downward. I rubbed my bare ass across their back seat, once more reminding myself of my own nudity. Within moments, I buckled in, deciding not to respond, and doing my best to stay casual as they laugh. I blinked as one of them (wearing leggings) snapped a photo of me from the passenger's seat. I look up and find both of them staring back and laughing.

I **** myself to relax as they snapped more photos of me. “Oh relax, it’s not like you had anything on before.” Teases one of them. I manage to pose for them playing along as they snapped more pictures of me, naked and exposed before them. I find myself placing my hands upon my bosom, and even my shaved pussy. It quickly ends, and just as I'm really into laying along, pleasure growing in me from the experience. Quickly were off, and I find pleasure rising, made all the more obvious with every bump in the road we hit.

I moan softly as pleasure struck me unexpectedly as we hit a hard bump in the road. They laugh, clearly enjoying it. They don't need to go far before I stop recognizing what I see out the window. I start wondering if I should speak up; give directions or at least inquire on where we’re going. Then again, maybe they will ask when the time comes, and they are doing me a favour ….