Into the field

The phrase "Ass, grass, or gas" runs through your mind. Your father told you about the rules of hitchhiking when he was a young hippie. Either sex, marijuana or money for gas was a fair exchange for getting a ride of any distance. So, you're getting ass this time.

You grin big at her. "Let's get out of the car. It's too cramped in here." You open your door, and she zips up her shorts and opens her door.

A small path runs from the road into the farm field. Some stalks of wheat grow near the fence around the field. You run around the car and grab the girl's hand, pulling her up the path. You get to the top, winded, and walk to a small gate, opening it and waving the girl through. About three feet of grass makes the border between the fence and the plowed field. Just enough to keep your feet reasonably free from the mud you can see in the field. You walk to the very sparse stand of what you can now see is not wheat, but simply tall grass that hasn't been cut near the fence. The girl stops and turns to you there, and you wink at her as you strip off your shirt. She takes her tank top over her head. She has no bra, and her tits are big and firm with hard nipples the size of the end of your thumb. They wobble vigorously, like they were in zero gravity. She pops her short shorts open and you quickly unsnap and unzip your jeans. You yank off your shoes with your other foot, as you lower your pants to the ground. You kick everything off and strip off your socks. She wiggles out of her short shorts, and steps out of her sandals and the pile of shorts at one time. You are both naked and grinning wickedly.