Hitchhiker

You press enter and are rewarded with a short thank you message. What follow is probably, you feel like, the longest month in the history of humanity. Each day you see yourself fantasizing about her, how she well be, how she well look like, what her tastes will be, how good she will be. Then, as the month comes to an end, the worrying start. What if it was all a scam? What if she has a defect? What if you miss the place? What if somebody else pick her up? All of these thoughts are bouncing around in your head as you pull on a ManOwaR t-shirt and climb into your Chevelle SS 1970.

You drive out of town and into the labyrinth of small dirt roads that make up the countryside, finally arriving into a patch of wood. Constantly checking on the map that they sent you, you miraculously manage to reach the designed road in time. Anxiously, you move into the road.

You are barely a hundred yards into the dirt trail when you see her. She is standing there, waiting with a rucksack on one side and a guitar case on the other in the most perfect metal girl outfit. She has a pair of black leather boots, a washed-out pair of jeans ripped in just the right places to expose her moka skin, a spiked belt hanging low on one side, **** bracelet, a Megadeth tank top showing off her pierced navel and a leather jacket. As you come closer, she suddenly notice you. With a smile, she extend one hand into the universal hitchhiking sign while with the other reach for her top's bottom and pull it up, exposing her large breast.

You watch in amazement as her F boobs fall out from the confine of her shirt and are exposed to the world. The way they slightly bumb as they are freed, how they gracefully swing slightly with each of her movement, the sun shining on her pierced nipples. As you stop beside her, you sight stay locked on them. She doesn't seem to mind seeing as she leaned forward, crossing her arms over your door window's sheath and resting her breast on them. Through an effort of will, you manage to resist your instinct to grobe and play with those two magnificent hooters.

"So, where are you going?"

"To the city. It's in your way?" As she speak, you notice yet another piercing on her tongue.

"It is. But you know the rules of hitchhiking. Do you have cash?"

She shake her head. "Not really."

"Do you have gas."

Again she shake her head. "Nope."

"Do you have ass?"

She smiles at you, get up, turn around, slide her thumbs down the edge of her pants and pull them down, exposing her beautiful chocolate ass before sitting back down and pushing her buttocks into your car. You find yourself only an inch away from the delicate skin of her butt and her tempting secret parts, hidden behind a sexy black thong that ride up the crack of her ass.

"That I've got."

Incapable to resist, you caress and grope the oily skin, feeling the roundness under your fingers.

"That you have for sure."

She wiggle a little, pushing more of her butt into your hands. You grobe and grab at will, spreading her ass cheeks before smashing them together, grabing at the delicious looking moka ass.

"So, will you take me?"