The Hitchhiker Threesome
By: T.J. Johansson
Tags: Short Story, Sexuality, Travel, Erotica, France

Gare du Nord was as usual, super busy. I made my way to Hertz and hired my usual Mercedes E Class — comfort over supercharged. It was the perfect car for a six-hour drive. I loved the cruise control function. All I had to do, was point the car in a straight line and steer it.

I picked up some fruit and water and couldn’t resist a promotional box of 2010 Bordeaux. It came with two bottles, two glasses, an opener and a beautiful map of the region.

Once on the A6 out of Paris, I put my phone on aeroplane mode and turned my driving playlist on. I put my foot down. There is something about loud music and singing like no ones watching, which is amazing for the soul.

The beautifully named Autoroute du Soleil was never too busy

I traditionally stopped halfway near Auxerre for coffee and a toilet break. I figured I’d be in Evian around 6pm, in time for a massage and a well-earned glass of wine.

I pulled into the service area, awash with long haul trucks, motorhomes, and tourists enjoying a mid-July summer day. The hot air hit me as I opened my perfectly refrigerated capsule of a car.

I was wearing light grey trousers, a dark blue and white trim Lacoste polo shirt and dark blue Gucci loafers, no socks. I’d been working out and eating clean for a couple of months, ready for my big date in Nice.

Walking towards the service station entrance, a beautifully tanned back caught my eye. It belonged to a blonde-haired woman wearing a tiny red floral summer dress and sandals who was sitting underneath a large umbrella shading from the sun.

She was facing an even more beautiful blonde

The other girl must have been her twin or older sister. Denim shorts, a cut-up white Rolling Stones T-shirt, and black ankle boots made this gorgeous hippy chic look like a model from an Alexander McQueen advert. Her full Brigitte Bardot lips and perfect skin held my attention. They shared a chilled bottle of white wine together, oozing sex appeal, and panache.

“Salut,” I nodded as I walked past. I had no idea if they could understand English but it felt totally appropriate to give them both a compliment, “You look beautiful,” I said smiling.

The girl in the red dress smiled back, her features more delicate, her lips rouge, her nails matching. I carried on walking, not waiting for a response. I know that giving compliments is a good thing to do but loitering for approval is not.

Grabbing water, and two more espressos I headed back to my car.

The beautiful women were still sitting in the same place

The girl in the red dress nudged her friend's knee as I walked past. She half-turned, and in English with perfect French overtones, she spoke.

“Hey Mr, where are you heading?”

I stopped and faced them both, noticing their effortlessly confident body language.

“Evian Du Baines.”

“Can we get a lift?” She asked.

“Where are you heading?”

“La Bouveret for the Montreux Jazz Festival.”

I took in their igloo tent, sleeping bags, and rucksacks. I had never picked up a hitchhiker in my life, I always hated the idea. However, the last three hours of singing to myself were now no longer a novelty, it would be good to have some company.

I scanned them both again. The Bardot look-a-like had an over the shoulder Louis Vuitton bag and a Cartier locking bracelet, immaculate teeth, and beautiful hair. I knew I wasn’t about to be robbed or conned.

“OK, cool why not?” I replied.

I held out my hand and introduced myself

Emily in the red dress introduced herself and her girlfriend Chloe. Chloe’s soft as silk hand had a touch like a taser gun. I wonder if she felt it too?

They quickly finished their wine straight from the bottle. I picked up their camping gear and they silently walked, hand in hand, to the car. Everything fitted perfectly in the trunk of the car.

“Cool car Mr.”

I smiled and said, “One of you in the front? I don’t want to feel like taxi.”

Emily let herself into the passenger seat. Chloe jumped in the back. She was perfectly framed by my rear-view mirror, as she looked out of the window peacefully with her headphones on. Her braless perfect tits and hard nipples were clearly defined in her white T-shirt.

Emily slipped her sandals off

And put her skinny, tanned legs above the glove box. I buckled myself in, joined the eastbound A6, and hit the gas. The road raced by. As we drove, I learnt that Emily and Chloe were best friends from university, lovers of jazz, and on a summer adventure. They were both single but mentioned they were sometimes ‘into each other’.

“What does an older man like you to listen too?” Asked Emily. I unlocked my phone, hit the Apple Music app, and handed it to her.

“You choose,” I said. “And age is just a number, I’d prefer to call myself experienced.”

I noticed Emily’s dress had ridden up her tanned legs

The strap on her shoulder drifted down her arm. It was as if she was being slowly undressed. My cock hardened immediately.

Meanwhile, Chloe had taken her headphones off and was leaning forward, to see my playlist. Her perfume captured my senses. She took the phone, pressed play and the sound of the Faithless album, Back To Mine, filled the car with Dido’s haunting intro of My Life.

“Hey Mr, can I open your wine?” Chloe had twisted across the back seat, her naked torso, lifting her T-shirt to reveal the bottom curve of her perfect tits. The popping of the bottle preempted my nod of approval.

“Sure.”

A hand came through with a glass, which Emily took and drank quickly.

“Smile,” Came the request from Chloe as she held my phone and took a photo of Emily holding her wine. As Emily turned, her dress twisted, revealing the top of her nipple.

As I glanced over, my cock pushed to attention

Chloe sat forward with my phone as she scanned my photos, “Check out his photos,” She handed Emily my phone.

I could make out an album called Subs. It was my favourite album — the years of tying, blindfolding, binding, spanking, and restraining my submissives all in one beautiful, poetic and artistic sequence.

Emily paused on a photo. It was a black and white image of a girl blindfolded, with a collar and chain, while her mouth and throat were full of my thick cock.

“Wow, you like kinky shit. She looks about my age,” Emily giggled.

I laughed and told her to be a good girl and not look at any more photos if she didn’t like them. Ignoring me, she drank her wine and continued to slowly flick through the album, examining every photo. Chloe leaned forward, her arm touching mine. I felt the taser feeling between us again and I knew she was leaving her arm there for my benefit.

The next 20 or so pictures depicted a threesome, from a while back. Each photo was paused and examined by my curious passengers. As the A6 sped by, the car filled with sexual energy and the smell of good wine. My cock was hard and my passenger's imaginations were running wild.

Emily’s left hand drifted between her legs and began rhythmically moving

Her other outstretched hand allowed Chloe and I, to continue browsing the library of sexual images.

Chloe’s hand was now on Emily’s shoulder, draped over her collar bone and top of her breast, while her left hand held her red wine. It was as if everything in the car was in slow motion, yet the world was flying past us. We were submerged in a moment of sexual energy, which was building momentum to the backdrop of Faithless.

The music suddenly stopped, and the distinct sound of a woman being fucked filled the car. A short video of the threesome in my phone had overridden my playlist. The video showed a beautiful blonde straddling my cock, while being pegged in the ass with a strap on dildo, belonging to an equally impressive brunette. Her orgasm was loud, her pleasure uncontrollable.

Instinctively, I rubbed my cock to help get it into a better position. It was now fully erect. Emily put the phone down, emptied her glass, and reached to put it on the back seat. Unclipping her seat belt, she twisted her tiny body towards the back seat. Her dress lifted to reveal a tiny black thong before her perfect ass disappeared to the back seat.

Immediately, her mouth connected with Chloe’s

Deep passionate kissing ensued. Pulling away, Chloe filled her mouth with wine and kissed Emily again. Her hands pulled Emily’s dress straps down her shoulders to reveal her pert tits and hard nipples.

I unzipped my cock to release the pressure in my trousers. It rested on the steering wheel. My eyes were fixed on the action in the rearview mirror, while I occasionally checked the road in front. I could see Chloe sucking and biting Emily’s nipples as she fingered her. She paused to lift her white T-shirt over her head.

Chloe pushed Emily onto her back and her head disappeared between Emily’s legs. Emily’s gentle moans encouraged Chloe’s tongue and fingers to move faster. Emily groaned and orgasmed quickly, her back arching and her breathing loud and heavy.

This was all too much for me

I focused on the road, I could see signposts for romantic-sounding French villages. I saw a sign for a place called Precy-sous-Thil and indicated to leave the A6. I had to act on this impromptu party in the back of my car. The sound of Chloe’s fingers working Emily’s wet pussy was too much.

The road became a boulevard of aged trees, the canopy flickered light through the car. Emily’s pleasure was obvious as Chloe teased her nipples in her mouth and rhythmically worked her pussy. She then paused, unbuttoned her tight denim shorts, slid them over her ass, and revealed a pretty white lace thong, defining her firm butt cheeks.

Emily’s hand instinctively reached for Chloe’s pussy

I worked my cock with my left hand but the trousers and seat belt inhibited my strokes. On the right, I saw an entrance to a farm. I braked suddenly and swung the car round to block off the whole of the single track country lane. The dry summer road created a cloud of dust behind me. The girls were oblivious to the car’s location.

I opened my wallet, unzipped the small change pocket, and pulled a condom out. Opening the car door, the July heat welcomed me again. My cock was partially exposed as I opened the back door to see Chloe’s perfect ass. I pulled her shorts off over her ankle boots. Her thong snapped in my hands.

I licked my fingers and opened her pussy

She pushed her ass back hard, encouraging my hand. I fingered her roughly. I quickly undid my belt, letting my trousers fall to my ankles. At last my cock was free. Wrapping it in latex, I used both hands to drag Chloe’s ass towards me and forced my way inside her.

Gripping and pulling her hair for traction, with one hand, I pushed her lower back down with the other so I could fuck her deeply. Her face was planted in Emily’s pussy, Emily’s legs were draped over Chloe’s shoulders.

I pulled my cock out, grabbed the wine bottle on the car floor, took a generous swig, and spat wine into Chloe’s ass. I took another swig to empty the bottle and used my right hand to push the neck of the wine bottle into her ass. A deep guttural moan escaped her mouth.

“Oui Monsiour Oui.” Chloe’s hand rubbed her clit furiously.

I pushed the wine bottle a little deeper into her ass

My fingers had now replaced my cock. I worked her tirelessly, pushing my hand in past the knuckles. She shook furiously and squirted onto my hand.

At the same time, Emily grabbed Chloe’s head and pushed it into her pussy. I dropped the wine bottle onto the dusty track, the cupped palm of my hand pooling Chloe’s clear cum. I held it up to the hot sun watching it stick to my fingers, glistening like a thick spider web.

Chloe’s shaved soft pink dripping pussy was too irresistible

I pulled her towards me, her knees sliding on the wet leather back seat, my cock sliding inside her, my hands either side of her tanned muscular ass.

Emily had now turned and wrestled her way on to all fours so she was facing Chloe. Her necklace caught the sun, as they kissed passionately. Emily’s fingers pinched Chloe’s nipples roughly.

I looked over the roof of the car as I pounded Chloe’s tight pussy

I could see a tractor spraying crops, a farmhouse in the distance, and the piercing blue sky off-setting the green of the countryside. I refocused, pulled out of Chloe, and slapped her ass hard, my red handprint stinging into view.

My cock was rock hard and rampant. I wanted more. Chloe and Emily continued to kiss passionately. I pulled my trousers up and walked around to the other side of the car.

As I opened Emily’s door, I could see her little red dress around her knees as she kneeled on all fours, her tiny shaved pussy dripping from her recent orgasm.

Using my index finger and thumb, I skilfully opened her pussy

I then paused, before pulling her perfect hips towards me. Chloe offered her bouncing tits to Emily’s mouth, as I slowly fucked her, relishing the sight of my long, thick cock disappearing inside her tight pussy.

I heard Emily wince as I pushed myself all the way in. Her right arm rested on the top of the back seat, while her left hand rubbed her clit. I could feel myself cumming with the slow deep thrusts inside Emily. I pulled out.

“Turn around Emily,” I ordered. She obeyed immediately and moved to a sitting position with her legs dangling out of the car.

“Chloe, kiss me,” She said. Chloe leaned forward on all fours, as Emily twisted slightly to allow their plump and perfect lips to meet.

As I watched them kiss, I had that taser feeling again

My head was exploding as my hand worked my cock. I stood on the footplate of the door, my abs pressed against the car roof and my hand gripping the underside of the roof. Chloe’s mouth was now covering my cock as she magically whirled her tongue around the end.

I pulled out and aimed at where I thought Emily’s mouth was. She accepted and hungrily sucked. Working as a team, Chloe placed her hand at the base of my cock while Emily’s mouth expertly brought me to climax. I pulled out of Emily’s mouth, took the condom off,

And immediately exploded my cum at what I hoped was Emily’s pretty face

Stepping down to survey my work, I saw my guess had been correct. Chloe was gently licking my cum of Emily’s face as it dripped down onto her naked breasts. Her soft lips caressed Emily’s face and tits, lapping up every drop.

“Kiss her deeply please,” I ordered. With Chloe’s mouth full of cum, she kissed Emily deeply, exchanging my fluid. I smiled at them both and kissed them each in turn.

The sound of the tractor was getting louder. I could see the plumes of dust down the lane, so hurriedly I pulled up my trousers, fixed the belt, and slammed the door. Walking round to the other side of the car, I pushed Chloe’s door closed.

I pulled my seat belt on, started the engine, and with the sound of tyres gripping the gravel path, I sped back to the A6. Looking in the rearview mirror, I could see Emily laid naked, with her eyes closed, across Chloe’s lap.

Chloe smiled at me, then closed her eyes too. I found Cafe Del Mar Chillout Mix and pressed play. The Balearic ambient sounds sent us all into our own private rewind of the last hours of excitement.