You spot an attractive hitchhiker

A man stands, bag by his side. Even through his rugged exterior, he looked attractive. Holding is thumb out, you decide to stop for him. Packing his bag into the boot, he hops into the front seat alongside you.

"Thank you!" He says in an Italian accent, grateful for your gesture. "I was beginning to wonder if anyone was ever going to stop for me."

"Don't worry about it, you can pay me back later!" You laugh, hiding your glinting eye and hardening cock.

"What, are you some sort of axe murderer?" He laughs.

"Something like that…" you reply, prompting more laughter. "You look rough though, what have you been doing?"

The hitchhiker, introducing himself as Giuseppe, explains he came to the rural country to explore the forests and see the wildlife, with the only technological contact being travelling far distances through passersbys cars. He explains more about his life and travels, but you're distracted by your clouded fantasies; fucking his juicy ass, hearing him moan, showing him the culture. You're interrupted when he says you've taken a wrong turn off.

"Don't worry, I know a shortcut just up ahead." You lie.

You come to a clearing just off the main road, and you look over at him.