The Hitchhiker

Her feet are propped on the dashboard, legs splayed like a pair of wings spread wide in flight. Wild brown hair spills over the leather headrest of my passenger seat, blowing lazily on the fingers of wind that slip through the barely-open window. She's all warm colors in the golden light of the setting sun, lips parted like an invitation. The muscle beneath her forearm shifts subtly with the movement of her hand, which is hidden beneath a little floral sundress.

I wonder what color her panties are.

Her head lolls to one side and she watches me as her hand moves, back arching slightly, dress tight across her breasts.

"Pull your dress down," I say, voice rough, one hand on the steering wheel, other gripping the gear shaft between us. "I want to see your tits."

And Jesus, they're glorious. Little rosy-pink nipples and even more skin that looks gold in this orange country light. She lifts her hips and pulls her underwear halfway down her thighs; leaving them there, she goes back to touching herself, purple cotton bunched around her toned quad muscles.

Little whimpers fill the car, carried on the sound of the wind. Hips roll in time with the shifting of her arm. I'm barely watching the road when her back arches and her mouth falls open and she moans low and long. And when her head rolls to look at me again, I want to fuck that pretty mouth of hers.

A wry smirk catches the corner of her mouth as she angles her body toward me. Then her hand is in my lap, dampness on her fingers glistening in the amber sunlight.

"Fuck." I hitch my hips slightly to meet her palm; she chuckles as she undoes my button fly.

"Not while you're driving. But I'm sure we can work something out."

She lowers her head. My hand drops, threading through that warm brown hair, trying not to push or pull or grip as she slides those lips – the same rosy pink as her nipples – over my hard-on. She's good at it, too – sucking, sliding, moaning.

Then, I hear the siren.

"Shit!" I pull her hair, but she redoubles her efforts and rolls my balls, and I'm coming in her mouth, whole body jerking as I try to guide the car onto the shoulder, conscious of the cruiser pulling to a menacing stop on my bumper.

"Shit." I tuck myself back into my jeans, taking one last peek at her pretty little tits. "Pull your dress up."

"Why?" She glances through the back window. "Oh, fuck." Hastily, she yanks her underwear back up beneath her dress and slides her arms into its straps. Her lips glisten.

Rolling my window down, I try not to look sex-spent as a cop appears beside my car, aviators reflecting my own wide eyes, moustache only partly obscuring a set mouth. "License and…Bella?"

My little hitchhiker pushes her hair off her face. "Hi, Daddy."

Written by: TheFicChick (Judge)

Prompt: (630): This girl did not understand, once police sirens go on, road-head needs to STOP.