Trip

Looking out the window and deciding that the weather would add more positive emotions to her day. Stepping outside, Lena immediately felt the lingering gazes of solitary men passing by her. No wonder, since her __TAG0__ was so clearly outlined under her dress. And her well-trained hemispheres just seemed to attract the eyes of the male half of the population. After walking just a short distance down the street, Lena felt a rather piercing breeze coming from the sea; the sky suddenly turned dark gray and dull. "Looks like rain is coming, and very soon, which is so inappropriate for a white dress," was the only thought that crossed the mind of our owner of magnificent forms. "I need to flag down a ride, there's no time to wait for a taxi, and the internet is acting up again." With these thoughts, Lena turned toward the roadside, raised her hand, and not even a minute had passed before a dark blue pickup, a bit worn but still a car, stopped near her. "The car isn't exactly a gem," ran through her head, "I wonder who's behind the wheel." Bending down to the window, Lena saw a man no older than 50, with regular European facial features but a shaved head. The stranger's face wasn't rough; rather, it was inviting, and the driver's slight squint even seemed to beckon her somehow. The driver was dressed simply, in denim shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. "Well, here I either get soaked or get a ride," Lena thought again and began opening the car door. "Get in quickly, it's going to rain soon, and I think we're headed the same way," the driver insisted without even asking. Getting into the car, Lena lifted her already short dress, barely revealing her charming panties. Settling into the car seat, she displayed her bare knees without covering them much. "Alena," she said, leaning back in the seat, "I have urgent business on Kachinskoye Highway, and you're very kind to have stopped, but I don't have any money on me right now, I can of course pay later..." "Wait," the driver interrupted her, placing his index finger to her lips, "I'm Slava, and forget about the money, I need a travel companion and good conversation." "Wonderful," replied Lena, adjusting her dress, which had already revealed more than just her knees. "Yes, yes, make yourself comfortable," the driver's gaze fell directly on the passenger's bare legs. "And he's kind of cute to me, so gallant, with such an inviting voice," was all she thought before feeling moisture on her panties. "What a horny bitch you are," Lena said to herself, looking at the prominent area of her pubis under the dress, "traitor." The driver also noticed how the stranger's legs involuntarily squeezed together, though the dress was adjusted a bit lower.