Flag down the vehicle

Since it was dark, cold, and rainy, Jessica decided that anything was better than staying out here. Even if she just got a place to sleep, she figured tomorrow will be better. She darted across the road and put out her thumb. It took the mystery vehicle a long time to get close to her, and when it did, she saw that it was a rusty old pickup truck, wipers squeaking in the rain. The truck stopped immediately. Jessica went to the door as the driver leaned over and rolled down the window. She leaned in, inadvertently displaying her large boobs in the tight and now wet halter top. The valley of her cleavage could hide many cattle.

"Where you headed?" the middle-aged man said. He had black hair and dark blue eyes, and he was wearing a cowboy hat, a long-sleeved shirt and a bolo string tie.

She decided that honesty was the best policy, since that was what her mother taught her. "Well, I was headed to Vegas, but my last ride just dumped me here in the middle of nowhere. I just want a place to sleep till the rain stops."

"Well, I live a few miles away. You can stay on my couch, and then I'll give you a ride to the highway in the morning. Does that suit you?" he asked with a friendly tone in his voice.

"Thanks, mister! That's wonderful!" she said as she yanked the door open and jumped in the front seat. She tossed her bag in the back seat.

The man drove off.

"I'm Jessica. Thanks for the ride," she said as she offered her hand to him to shake.

He took her hand and shook it, saying, "My name is Trent. Pleased to meet you. Glad I could help." Her flesh was cold from the rain.

Jessica told him about her mean parents who wouldn't let her party all the time and that she was headed to Vegas to get a job far away from them.

"You know it's going to take you days to hitch all the way to Las Vegas. It's a couple thousand miles." He tried not to look at her amazing tits in the tiny tight halter top, but the rain on them just made them too magnetic. He kept glancing down and back up to watch the road.

"Oh, I know. I'll manage. I just didn't expect it to rain so much."

"Here we are. Home Sweet Home," Trent said as he pulled into a farm. He parked near the large farm house. Jessica got out and followed him inside.

"Are you hungry? I could make something for us to eat," he asked, eyes glancing down to her mounds of titflesh. Jessica didn't notice.

"Sure, Trent, thanks. My clothes are all wet. If you tell me where the bathroom is, I'll change. Do you have a dryer?"

"Yes, just give your clothes to me and I'll pop them in. The bathroom is down the hall and around to the left."

"Thanks." Jessica walked off in the direction Trent had pointed, carrying her backpack.

Trent headed to the kitchen to start some dinner. Soon the house filled with the smell of bacon and eggs cooking.

In a few minutes, Jessica walked into the kitchen. Trent turned when she did and almost dropped the spatula. She was wearing just a tee shirt that reached barely below her ass. Her huge tits stretched the material tightly across her magnificent globes. The rain had made her nipples hard and they poked little dimples in the tee shirt. He turned back to the stove to hide his growing bulge.

"Here's my things. They're soaked."

"Put them on the radiator," he said, gesturing with the spatula. "I'll put them in after dinner." Jessica walked over and bent down to place her wet clothes on the radiator. Her shirt rode up and Trent could see her lovely ass presented directly to him, with her pussy lips peeking out from between her legs. He managed to keep a hold of the utensil, but some scrambled eggs flipped out of the pan. His erection pressed against his jeans and the warm stove.

He quickly plated the eggs and bacon, popped the toast out of the toaster, and carried the plates to the table. Jessica was sitting down already, looking at the plates of food with big eyes.

"Oh, thank you so much! It looks delicious." He placed a plate in front of her, and put the other one at the chair around the corner of the table from her. He sat down.

She dug into her food aggressively, and every movement made her tits wobbly in her shirt. Trent looked on in shock for a few seconds before he started eating. Jessica seemed oblivious to his attentions.

Trent was overwhelmed by his need to have sex with this girl. As he ate, he couldn't think of anything but sex. He wondered what her pussy would taste like. When he watched her eat a piece of bacon, he thought of her swallowing his cock down her throat. When he scooped up his eggs on his fork, he imagined his shaft plunging deeply into her tight wet cunt.