The Hitchhiker

I always liked to think that I was a good person. That was one of the three reasons I stopped and picked up the hitchhiker on the way to work. The other two... well... they were the pair of enormous breasts that strained against the fabric of her black tank top, stretching it sheer enough that even from my car I could see the outline of pale white titflesh through the material. They almost looked too big for her otherwise slim frame, with her toned ass and soft stomach, but they were just the perfect size. I could tell by the sweat-slick skin of her cleavage that she had been waiting for a while. I knew I shouldn't stop, should make sure I made it to work on time for the big morning meeting, but still I found myself pulling off to the side of the road with something warm blooming between my legs. I watched hungrily as she jogged over to the passenger side, sending her soft bra-less breasts jiggling under the straining cotton of her top.

I shifted in my seat, moving my legs wider to accommodate the stiffening bulge in my pants, and turned to see the hitchhiker leaning into the open window. The position put her tits directly at my eye level, two enormous mounds that flattened against the car door and created a canyon of cleavage where her sweat disappeared, leaving just the sweet aroma drifting into my vehicle.

"O-M-G! Thank you sooooo much! I've been out here for an hour!" She said brightly, smiling like an idiot.

She tentatively reached for the door handle and looked at me as she waited for an invitation. Of course, my eyes were nowhere near her beautiful face, but I seemed to be getting away with eye-fucking her tits.

"Uh... yeah... no prob... problem. Where you headed?" I replied dumbly.

She opened the door and shimmied into the passenger seat. I caught her full scent now, the addictive smell of her sweat mixed with something sweet and vanilla. She fanned herself with her hand before reaching for the seatbelt and strapping herself in. Her tits settled against her chest with an enticing jiggle, the twin mounds now split in the middle by the strap of the belt.

"So... like... its super far but... I'm supposed to meet my bestie at Oceanside. It's like.. far far." She said sadly.

I pulled out my phone and put the name into the map. Sixty miles. I had to pull off for work in twenty and there was no way I'd get away with being late today. I turned and tried to look her in the eye to tell her the bad news, but was greeted by the sight of her adjusting her top, stretching the cotton out and offering just the slightest glimpse of the peaks of her nippes. They were pink and puffy, sitting right in the middle of each breast and I could have sworn I saw them stiffening.

"Uh... so... I can take you twenty miles and then you can... try your luck with someone else."

"Oh really! Thank you! Wait, I'm not gonna make you late am I? God, I'd feel awful if I was... well... I'd be fucking you wouldn't I? Fucking you over."

My cock surged to full mast in my pants as the words hit my ears. Fucking me. She was definitely doing that. The tip rubbed sensually against the fabric of my boxers and my hips traitorously thrust themselves forward in search of more stimulation.

"N-no! Honestly its fine. I wish I could take you further. I wish we could... go all the way." I choked out.

"Me too! I'd love to go all the way. But even twenty miles is so big! Honestly! So I won't make you late for work or anything?"

I shook my head.

"No, as long as I get to my meeting in an hour we're all good."

She clapped her hands together then, sending her tits jiggling about and forcing another thrust of my hips. I couldn't tell if she was doing this to me on purpose, but I also didn't care. All the better if she was. Maybe she'd feel like rewarding her hero. I pulled back onto the highway.

"So what do you do for work?"

"I'm in finance."

"Wow! That's so awesome. I dated a finance boy once. But he left because... because my boobs were too big? Like, I thought guys liked big boobs, right?"

I looked over at her and her face was fixed in a perfect pout. Even if it wasn't, I wasn't looking at her face long enough to tell. What guy would break up with a rack like hers? From up close I reckoned they were F cups at least, rising and falling with every breath she took.

"Uh... yeah they do... I mean... some guys. He... he broke up with you? What an idiot!"

"Thank you! I mean, I get sick of them sometimes. Like, I have to custom order my bras and even those ones get worn out super fast. So sometimes I go bra-less and then... well they bounce a lot. I don't know if you noticed."

"No... didn't notice." I squealed.

"So yeah sometimes I get sick of them. But no way a guy should right? He should like... want to be with them for as long as he possibly can?"

I nodded as the first spurt of precum escaped my swollen tip, wetting the fabric of my boxers. I let out an involuntary gasp and glanced nervously across at her. She was just smiling at me with her head leant against the headrest. I turned the heating up, desperate to see them fully coated in her sweet sweat. We hit a bump and they bounced up, slapping against each other with a beautiful thud that forced another thrust against my underwear. My mind immediately raced to the idea of them bouncing like that around my cock. I'm decently endowed, but even I'd disappear fully between those tits. My tip peeking out on every downward stroke as she pumped those perfect breasts up and down my shaft, encasing me in soft pale titflesh with nothing but her own sweat as lube. Fuck. I'd pop off in two minutes tops, but what a two minutes it would be.

"Ah! Careful! They might fall out!" She giggled and punched me softly in the arm.

We were ten miles out from the exit now and I was more than a little disappointed that we'd be parting ways soon. I started looking over more often to get as much out of her as I could. I doubted I'd ever be this close to tits that perfect ever again. I was sure it was my imagination, but she seemed to be posing more provocatively now, leaning forward to adjust her denim shorts and giving me the chance to look down her tank top at the dark chasm of cleavage, where any man would find himself disappearing. My cock had made a mess of my boxers now, precum making a very noticeable wet mess of the front panel. It was sticky and embarrassing and the perfect lube for my sensitive tip to fuck itself against.

"Sucks we can't go any further." She said sadly, the pout returning.

"Yeah. It does. I wish we could just stay in this car forever."

"Like forever? Ugh! No thanks! My boobs would be so sweaty! But like... you are super cool. God, why is everything so hard! I meet a cool guy and wanna hang but I cant! It's just so fucking hard!"

Another fat glob of precum. Another jiggle of her tits. Another mile closer to our departure. I couldn't just leave now...

"So... youre right and... I guess... there's another exit in twenty five miles... I could drop you there and probably... definitely still make it to my meeting on time." I said shamefully.

I knew it would be incredibly tight to get back on time, but it was definitely doable. And another half an hour eye-fucking those tits. Worth it. She clasped her hands together underneath her chest, creating a shelf of cleavage that started somewhere near her collarbone and was far too deep to see where it ended, though I definitely tried.

"Thank you so much! Oh, I could kiss you!"

She leant across the center console and planted a warm, sloppy kiss on my cheek. Her plump lips pressed firmly against my face and her breasts flattened against my arm, warm and heavy. She pulled back with a wet pop, leaving a smear of lip gloss and sweat across my face that I really did not want to have to clean before my meeting. The phantom of her tits against my arm was maddening. And worst of all, my cock was way beyond leaking precum. I felt the first tingles of real pleasure building behind my balls, muscles tightening like they were preparing for something. I became acutely aware of the fabric of my boxers, of the way they hugged and clung to my rock-hard cock, rubbing every inch in its soft embrace. I groaned involuntarily and heard her giggle.

"Sorry! That was naughty of me... you might have a girlfriend! Im just so thankful. I wish there was a way I could properly thank you! You so deserve a reward!" She chirped.

Visions of titfucking her or burying my face in her cleavage chasm flooded my mind a the suggestion. They soon faded in favour of imagining my cock buried deep in her tight, wet pussy, thrusting hard and fast to make those tits bounce right in front of my face. Leaning down and taking a puffy nipples into my mouth, sucking and rubbing my tongue over its stiff peak. Hearing her moans as I buried my cock deep in her cunt. Then the current situation returned. Her fully clothed. Me rock hard and leaking and feeling the first hints of an orgasm brought on purely by some eye candy and the fabric of my boxers.

"R-really its no trouble." I mumbled.

I drove faster now, not to get rid of her but to make sure her breasts were constantly jiggling softly. The tingles behind my balls had worked their way to the base of my shaft, and my breathing was speeding up beyond my control. Short, shallow gasps. She had to have noticed something was up. She started leaning over more often now, offering me deep looks at her pape titflesh. Constantly re-adjusting her top to hint at her nipples. Her tits were completely drenched in sweat and the smell was completely overwhelming. I was openly fucking myself against my underwear now.

"O-Okay... here's the exit..." I groaned.

"Are you sure you cant take me the rest of the way?"

I slowed down to give myself time to think. I knew I couldn't. But I knew I'd never be anywhere near a rack like hers again. And I was so fucking hard. She'd really owe me if I took her all the way...

"S-sorry I need to get to this meeting..." I said with genuine sadness.

"Oh... okay..."

Then she pouted and leant back against the door, her chest thrust out and her back arched.

"Let me just... make sure the girls are contained."

She reached for the neckline and tugged. And tugged. She locked eyes with me and the pout turned to a smirk. One more tug. And then...

The tank top slipped down over the curves of her breasts, bunching up beneath the slopes of them and leaving everything on full display. Pale pink nipples that were stiff and peaked. Heavy twin globes that sat tear-dropped against her body, drenched in her sweat. They bounced freely outside of the top, swaying side to side and up and down. She cupped one in her palm and lifted it up, flesh overflowing her small hand.

It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. And just seeing it was all it took. My cock lurched one last time against my boxers and I couldn't restrain the moan that escaped my throat as my balls clenched hard and the first rope of cum shot out into the fabric. My orgasm exploded, hot and deep as my fingers clenched around the wheel and my head fell forward, toes curling in my work shoes. I was moaning and panting and fucking against my underwear as rope after rope of hot cum spurted out, making a huge and obvious stain on my work pants. The cum started to overflow the pouch of my boxers and leak out down my thighs.

She pulled the tank top back up over the tits.

"Whoops. My top slipped." She said dryly.

I was still wracked with ecstacy and unable to respond.

"So... you're not going to that meeting with all that cum in your pants. And you don't have time to clean up. Plus... I could like totally get you fired anyway. That's super pervy. And, well, pathetic. Bet you thought you'd get a titfuck huh?"

I nodded weakly, orgasm fading and reality setting in. I was fucked. Fucked hard.

"So... drive me the rest of the way, figure out work, and I'll... I'll give you my panties so you can remember me and the best orgasm of your life." She smiled at me again.

I switched back into the fast lane and watched the exit disappear in the rear view mirror.