Show Him Her Tits

"Ok," she said abruptly before the window could close fully. The window stopped. "Ok, I'll let you see them. Can you roll the window back down please?"

There was another whirring noise as the window lowered again. The man was still sat there, implacable.

They looked at each other a moment. Emma's face was still a mask of irritation. The man couldn't be read.

Her mind worked for an alternative but found none. She was all out of options. She looked away, and slowly lowered her arm away from her breasts. She was so pale that she seemed almost to glow.

She stood there a moment, arms to her side, gazing off as absently as she could into the middle distance.

"Look at me."

Begrudgingly, Emma obliged.

The man-made firm eye contact, then his eyes wandered down to her exposed chest. She felt herself redden, but **** herself not to look away.

She heard the distinctive sound of a car door unlocking.

Taking the non-verbal cue, Emma went to the passenger side and got in. When she did, the sudden warmth seemed to permeate her entire being. Her skin tingled as blood returned, and she unclenched aching muscles that had braced themselves against the frigid night. Despite the humiliation of showing this man her breasts, she was warm and off of the street. As much as it shamed her to admit even to herself, that was a worthwhile trade.

Sitting in the seat and cupping her hands back over her breasts, Emma found herself a little unsure of what to say.

"Put your hands down," said the man.

Emma gave him an exasperated look.

"Really?" she asked. The man didn't answer. He just sat there looking at her.

Realizing they weren't going to get going while her breasts were covered, she lowered her hands again.

"Where do you want to go," he asked flatly. Emma hesitated a moment, before giving an address a two-minute walk away from her house. It seemed a wise precaution, despite how petty it was next to get in this strange man's car. The man nodded, but still didn't pull away. "You want something to wear?"

Now there's a pleasant surprise. "Oh, yes please, if you have anything." She scanned the back seat for a jumper or a hoodie but could see none. Without another word nor explanation, the man lifted his handbrake and drove off.

That was odd. Some strangeness was to be expected though. It takes an odd man to pick up a nearly naked hitchhiker. Emma tried looking out the window to take her mind off of how exposed her chest felt. It didn't work. When she looked back to the man, she noticed his erect cock sticking out the top of the waistband of his shorts. She looked away quickly, shielding her eyes with her hand.

"Don't be shy," he said, rather flatly. "Lean over and give it a kiss."

She kept her gave averted. Something about the way he said it made her skin crawl. She made a disgusted face and kept quiet.