Hitcher Slut - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

The real action finally starts in chapter 4!

But I am curious if any of you looked these places up on a map or not? Let me know! :)

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Well, now things were most definitely uncomfortable. This was wrong! There was something absolutely wrong about this entire situation.

His hand tensed on her boob.

She spoke slowly and calmly to him, "Relax, Gary, and just enjoy my tit."

"Hold on a second", he thought, "how does she know my name?"

"We must have introduced one another when she first got in the car. Yes, clearly that had to have happened", he rationalized to himself. He ignored the fact that he couldn't recall her name at the moment.

But her words did help him to calm down a little. Besides, it wouldn't do to be so tense when he was driving with only one hand. That gravel shoulder was just a little too close for comfort. Plus, his other hand was full of boob, and it didn't seem to want to move off of her small mound anytime soon.

She had already slumped back into her cat-like position: curled up in his passenger seat with her feet on the dash, her legs spread wide, and her fingers tapping on her phone. She really didn't seem to mind his hand being down her top. In fact, it didn't seem to phase her one bit.

So he began exploring a little with his fingers, even though it was against his better judgement. He could feel the start of some squishy fat building up underneath her skin. There was clearly potential for her little buds to grow into something far more impressive. For that matter, they might be a bit bigger than his first estimation by the feel of them. The crocheted halter top looked pretty empty and seemingly lay flat against her skin, but it felt like she might be hiding something wonderful under there.

He traced his fingers toward the front of her budding breast, and found her nipple was crinkled and rock-hard already. Apparently one of them was actually really enjoying this. He wasn't so sure about himself, but he couldn't deny that his hard-on from thinking about Candy wasn't getting any softer.

He gave the bumpy nubs a light pinch, which elicited an approving coo from her, "Mmmm, you have nice hands."

He wasn't sure if that was true. When he was fondling Candy's fat juggs, she had warned him to go easy. Gary didn't want to hurt her and actually thought that he was being really gentle with Candy's impressively ripe bazooms. He had not been able to find any scars on them, so he couldn't think of a reason that his soft touch might be causing her pain. They must have done the implants from under her armpit, which made their perfect shape even more incredible. It was difficult to get the placement of the implant just right when you went in from the side.

However, she had flatly stated, "You break 'em, you bought 'em, fella", after her second warning and that had really deflated him. He'd had a massive hard-on when the two of them moved to the private dance room. It was very obvious through his pants. It was even leaking a little pre-cum. He had been worried about her reaction to it, but Candy had literally licked her lips hungrily and asked excitedly, "Is that for me?"

It wasn't his first time in a strip club, but it was the first time he had been so clearly and obviously aroused by a woman. And it was definitely the first time that a woman had stared so openly and wantonly at his crotch. He had not been prepared for that reaction, and it had aroused him even further.

Sure, it was her job to make every customer feel special. To make each man feel like she desired him and him alone, but she had done her job expertly and he had believed her fully. It felt like she was ready to yank his pants down, dive into his lap, and slurp up his cock for the world's most amazing blow job. The only thing that appeared to be holding her back from doing just that seemed to be the likelihood that she would lose her employment at the strip club if she did.

That sort of thing wasn't allowed, at least not officially and certainly not openly in the club. And the private room still counted. However, if you had enough money then it was possible to discreetly ask a girl how much it was for a whole night. They would accompany you back to your hotel room and dance for you there if you could afford it. A few would do much more than just dance for the right amount.

Gary didn't have that kind of scratch, but the thought of having her luscious body all to himself for a whole night had him incredibly turned on. Right up until she had warned him about her brand new tits, that is. He didn't have ten grand to replace some stripper's rack, no matter how awesome it was or how hot she was. That had definitely cooled their interaction for the rest of the evening a little, but it didn't stop him from fully enjoying her intensely arousing lap dance during his private session.

This hitchhiker was another matter entirely, however. She seemed to be warming to his touch. The temperature of her chest felt like it was increasing in his hand and he wasn't rubbing that hard. She didn't take her eyes off of her game, but she had arched her back a little, thrusting her chest slightly forward, and pushing herself deeper into his palm.

"Keep going", she purred.

Gary traced a finger around the circumference of her left boob. Little beads of sweat were starting to form on her skin, and he scooped them up with a little flick. His third and fourth trip around the circle that was her left breast seemed to take more time than his earlier trips, except that he wasn't tracing any slower.

"Harder", she commanded.

He switched his grip a little, flattening his right hand inside of her stretchy top and taking all of her left boob into his palm. His eyes never left the road, and his other hand held firmly to the wheel. He was enjoying the experience purely by touch and her sounds.

He slowly pressed his hand into her chest, planning to flatten her small mound completely and push her hard nubs tantalizingly backward against her ribcage. However, he didn't hit bottom as quickly as he'd expected. In fact, some wonderfully squishy, fat things seemed to be bulging out around his hand and between his fingers.

But that couldn't be right. For that to happen, she would need to have a significant set of juggs stretching out her top. There would need to be some real meat under there. Enough to overflow his fairly small hand, instead of barely filling it as they clearly had a moment ago.

"More", she almost moaned.

This time he felt it. A small shudder ran through her flesh, and the boob he was gripping swelled within his hand. Her breast grew in small bursts, in stages, swelling larger and then pausing. During each pause he could feel the more sumptuous orb quivering and jiggling in his hand, before the next surge in size commenced. It was completely impossible, utterly inconceivable, and unbelievably arousing.

"That feels wonderful", she purred. Her voice had become much huskier.

The fat tit bulged even bigger. It definitely more than filled his hand now. He cupped the ripe ball of flesh that overflowed his palm. It was very warm and delightfully heavy. He could feel her pulse throbbing through it, quickening as he gave a slight squeeze of the plump orb. Her nipple twitched expectantly at the apex of the significantly larger mound.

He couldn't bear it any longer. He needed to know if what he was feeling was real. Gary glanced over and found his passenger squirming with pleasure in the seat beside him. One hand was pressed against the door, and the other gripped the base of the seat tightly. Her back was arched and sweat dripped off of her. The phone had finally been discarded for a much more enjoyable game.

He followed a bead of sweat as it traced a titillating path down her neck and into her deep cleavage. His right hand now stretched her top out rather obscenely, as it strained to contain the ripe and round DD-cup mammary beneath it. The other side of her top was equally distended by a perfect twin titty to the first.

An odd thought ran through his head, "They look just like Candy's!"