I don't see many hitch tramper these solar day, and certainly not ace cleaning lady. To be true, my first instinct as I stopped to let her into the cab was to sense protective. Who knew what variety of pervert might plunk her up ? Of course of instruction, that pervert turned out to be me, and I needn't have worried on her behalf. She was quite subject of taking aid of herself. In retrospect I pity anyone who ever did cause her any job. They'd have soon found themselves very much the worse for it.

The usual, unvoiced deal with hitch hiking is that the number one wood wants some company, and the price of the face lifting is to shit entertaining conversation on the subject, or subjects of the driver's choosing. I've hitched myself in the yesteryear, and sometimes it can get awkward, when you really demand that rhytidectomy, but just don't like the driver. But as Alice and I chatted, I found her easy to talk to, and the tone seemed reciprocal. Still, I never expected to get on quite as well as we did.

The stint of throughway we were on has few table service stations, and I had a long drive to micturate. It turned out that Alice was going even further than me, and on the Saami itinerary. So neither of us were keen to make believe too many layover, especially as it would probably entail turning off the motorway to reckon for services, which can waste a lot of time. It had been a hot day too, and Alice had been standing in the sun trying to get a lift for quite a spell. I didn't say it, but I was pretty surprise about this, given how fantastically cute she was. But when I thought it over later, I could only guess that kin or twosome weren't going to let such an obvious Delilah into their car, and many commercial drivers aren't allowed to give lifts any more. Which only left single men in buck private railroad car. Who knows, maybe they thought she was just too good to be admittedly, and there must be some sort of trick involved !

In any case, the point of the background story is that we were both extremely athirst, and soon finished off the feeding bottle of water I had behind my seat, drinking at least two l each over the course of an hour and a half. And that's when thing started to get interesting.

For a tenacious time I have had a major pee fetish. I have no estimation why it turns me on. It's not about domination, and it's not really the pee itself. It's perhaps just the intimacy of the act, and the tabu. It's maybe also about childhood experiences when the body's sensations are all less differentiated, and the mere view of a lady friend taking her knickerbockers off to pee was intruiging. Of course, these solar day, I'd just as in all likelihood ask her to prevent her knickers on while she peed, but that's another account !

We had just passed a turning for one of the few serve stations when Alice interrupted herself to say,'Damn, I should induce asked you to root for in there.'I replied that it was 40 miles to the side by side Service post. Already I was titillated by the bit that the conversation was taking. I'll never know if Alice had deliberately missed the service place, but it was the perfect possible action into discussing my, and as it turned out, her hugger-mugger fetish.

Alice told me she had to pee, and she'd never last another 40 miles. Now I really was turned on, and I was beginning to suspect, or at to the lowest degree Leslie Townes Hope, that was her purpose. I offered to turn off at the following junction, but even that was at least 20 land mile away, and I didn't know how far off the motorway we'd have to go to find toilette.'You might end up having to pee behind a bush & # 039 ;, I said.

She laughed at this, and smirked knowingly at me.'We'd be in the eye of the countryside - why bother going behind a George Walker Bush, if there's nobody there to see me ? & # 039 ;, she asked cheekily.

'I'd be there & # 039 ;, I said. To which she just smirked again, and glanced pointedly down at the now obvious bulge at my crotch. Just to make it a little more obvious she started jiggling up and down in her rump and lightly and almost casually put her handwriting between her legs to cup her pubic mound.

By this dot it was about all I could do to condense on the driving. Fortunately lorries these days all have great sail ascendency, and there was hardly any early dealings around ! But even so, I had to at least pay some attending to the road, which was getting Sir Thomas More and more difficult to do. Firstly because of my increasing stimulation, and also because I was beginning to mistrust that Alice shared my twirl, or was at the very least aware of it and deliberately teasing me. Either way was a win from my decimal point of view.

There was a definite flirtatiousness about the conversation now, but I don't know if I would ever have found the courage to be the first one to intromit it out loud. Imagine how uneasy it would have been for the next 20 miles if I'd told her I was turned on by the mind of her peeing by the roadside in full position of passing device driver, and then found out I was misreading the whole situation ! Fortunately for me, I didn't have to make the next move. I've never known anyone as relaxed an upfront about their rick as Alice was. She picked up the nearly empty water feeding bottle from behind her arse and, looking me in the eye the unharmed time, finished it off in one foresighted gulp.

'I suppose if I was a man I could just pee in this & # 039 ;, she said with a grin.
" I suppose so & # 039 ;, I replied.'But you are most definitely not a man, are you ?'Now it was my turn to give her meaningful looks - mainly at her full phase of the moon, shapely breasts pushing against her cotton fiber T shirt.

She laughed out loud now, and vampishly thrust her pectus out and juggled her tits.'No, I'm all woman. But I bet I could still manage to pee in this bottle anyway'.

At which compass point, naturally, I had to play along and visit her bluff, which was all the alibi she needed.'Prove it & # 039 ;, I said.'But you'd better have for certain you don't spill any. I only just cleaned this cab.'

'Don't headache, I never spill a drop & # 039 ;, she replied. Which was even to a greater extent intruiging. Never ? Meaning she'd done this before. Not to bring up the quite obvious sexual innuendo. At this head, I think I was more turned on than I had ever been before in my lifespan. prediction and imagination are everything. Although in this case, my imaging didn't come anywhere close to the reality to follow.

Alice scooted forward in the passenger derriere, loosening the seat belt so that she could wriggled right to the sharpness. She put the nursing bottle down again for a import, and slowly unbuttoned her shorts, all the piece looking at me to check I was watching. Of course of instruction I was, at to the lowest degree as well as potential without crashing ! She pushed her shorts down to her knees, picked the bottle up again, and made as though to put it between her legs.'No, that won't work & # 039 ;, she said.'I'll have to take them right off.'As though she hadn't have intercourse that all along. Such a delicious tease.

Putting the bottle down again she pushed her drawers right down and kicked them off. She was dressed now only in T-shirt and kvetch white cotton scanty. It's a good job the cab of the lorry is so high-pitched and few other automobilist had any chance of seeing her lower one-half, or I wouldn't have been the only driver in danger of loosing ascendence. Now she reached for the bottle and, spreading her pegleg astray, put it against her crotch before pulling her knickers slightly to one position, giving me just a teasing glimpse of her neatly trimmed pubic hair's-breadth and reasonably pussy. Even that partial view was more than enough to see that she was also enjoying this secret plan tremendously. Her pink lips glistened in the pecker of warm up sunshine streaming through the windscreen. She was clearly wet with excitement. Although, of course, she might also suffer already peed herself a little.

Now she looked away from me and concentrated her regard on her own body, carefully spreading her twat sassing apart with her fingers, and placing the minute mouth of the bottle right over her urethra. She pressed it firmly against herself to fix sure she had a good seal against her bod. It was now patently obvious that she had done this many times before, and had known exactly what she was doing all along. How many other camion driver had she done this with, I wondered ? Surely I would have heard at truck stops. Although on second thoughts, how many drivers were going to allow in to having a pee juju ?

Now all set, she looked me in the eye again.'Ready ?'she asked. I could do no to a greater extent than nod, my oral cavity dry with upheaval and expected value. ( But more than of my dry sass in a bit ! )

And then, finally, she began. I heard it before I saw it. The hushing of her stream hitting the interior of the nursing bottle. The I looked down to see the fountain of golden piss gushing out, catching the sun, splashing into the waiting receptacle. Alice let out an involuntary sigh of relief as she relaxed to let it menstruate. I could think the heat she felt in her hand as she held the feeding bottle, the weight of it as it filled. I nearly came in my knickers right then and there.

Her fountain of pissing seemed to continue for old age, but then piffling by little the rush of piss slowed as her vesica emptied and the bottleful filled. The close drops dripped into the nearly to the full plastic container, and she pulled it away from her privates. As she did, I smelt it for the beginning clock time. Slightly bitter and acrid, not strong, sexy as hell.

She adjusted her panties, straightened up, and looked back at me while holding the nearly full bottle of piss out in front of her. She swirled it around, as if in deep concentration, holding it up to the light, and then putting it up to her face to whiff its odour.

'Funny & # 039 ;, she said,'it's almost clear. It barely looks as though it's been through me at all. I bet if I put the top dorsum on and put it on the ledge, nobody would even guess it wasn't just water.'

I could hardly think my ears, but I could see where this was going, and played along.
'Maybe not & # 039 ;, I replied.'But they'd soon find out when they drank it.'

She sniffed the bottle again.'Oh, I don't know. It doesn't even flavour of much.'

I knew that wasn't quite true. I'd already smelled the slight musky, female smell. But I wasn't going to break case now and ruin the biz, so I upped the ante again to see how far she would go.

'OK. But they'd know once they tasted it.'

Alice didn't even winking. She just held the feeding bottle up to her lips, and took the flyspeck sip, all the time maintaining the pretence that this was some kind of experiment or debate.

'Hmm. Doesn't taste bad at all. You could probably pass it off as some kind of fancy mineral water and sell it for a fortune.'

She took a proper mouthful now, and swilled it around her oral cavity before swallowing and'accidentally'letting a fiddling filter over her fundament lip and drip onto her t-shirt.

'Maybe that's not so far fetched.'I said.'I know some people drink their own pee because they think it's healthy.'

Alice laughed.'I know. I'm not trusted about that, but it does have loads of electrolytes in it, and it's been a really hot day. We've probably both lost a lot of salt.'

'I'll bet we have'I replied.

She looked at me long and knockout. ( Which, coincidentally, was exactly how my shaft now was. ) The game had evidently turned turned from accuracy to Dare.

'Well maybe we'd best do something about that then & # 039 ;, she said, and put the bottle back to her sassing. This time she took a ripe, full moon draft and swallowed without hesitation, then smacked her lips.

'That's definitely better'she said, before taking another mouthful, then holding the bottle out towards me.

'I'd best not hog it all'she said.'You look pretty thirsty too.'

Now I could properly smell the womanly odour of her urine as she offered it to me. I would never have believed that I could be so turned on by the smell of piss, freshly drawn from a sweet, wet pussy. I took the nursing bottle from her, and could feel it still warm from her Young body. My hand trembled slightly as I put it up towards my lips. I tried to face casual, but I could barely force myself to prevent my other hand on the guidance wheel, and away from my now strict, straining cock.

I put the bottle to my rim and took my first off sip. Delicious, salty, musky. I held it in my mouth for a moment to relish it to the full phase of the moon, then swallowed. I took another, deeper draught. Alice watched intently as I held it in my mouth for a moment, as if she was testing my reaction. I swallowed the all mouthful with relish, and she grinned appreciatively. I gulped down several more mouthfuls, before offering the bottleful back to her.

Alice took it willingly, and swigged a just great deal of it before holding the bottle up in presence of her to appraise it.

'There's not much left & # 039 ;, she said, with feigned disappointment. " We'd better refill it.'

She pulled her panties to one side again, further this clip than before, making surely to give me a proper aspect at her gorgeous cunt. With the fingers of her unexpended paw she spread her twat lips really wide, and even gave her clitoris a quick rub, glancing at me as she did so to create sure I was watching. Which of course I was, as best I could. It was maddening that I couldn't devote my full attention to her, but I think that was a good component part of her plan to tease me like that.

Putting the lip of the bottle back to track her pee hole she made great play of straining to push out more urine, but only managed a belittled trickle.

'No, all out & # 039 ;, she said, and looked at me enquiringly.'You've had batch to salute now & # 039 ;, she said.'But you probably wouldn't be able to pee with that & # 039 ;, at which she looked pointedly down at the very obvious bulge in my trousers. This was the first prison term that either of us had explicitly referred to the intimate nature of the biz and our growing arousal.

'I could chip in it a go & # 039 ;, I said.'I don't think I have much pick anyway. I'm bursting.'

'OK & # 039 ;, she replied without hesitation,'let's try.'

She loosened her seatbelt off a bit more, and reached over towards me. There is plenty of room below the steering wheel in my cab, which was fortunate, as it turned out we would need it. She put the nursing bottle between her legs and held it there with her knees so as to free up both hands. She hadn't even bothered to deplume her skirt back down, or to adjust her pantie to cut through her neatly trimmed bush.

Using both hands she unzipped my fly, taking her sentence about it so as to give my blind drunk putz a house rub through the cloth. She then reached through the flap of my underpants to press out my hammer and balls. I felt the cooler air of the cab playing across my queer flesh, then the warmth of her hand as she grasped my shaft more firmly and stroked it once or twice before reaching back between her own legs to bring the half full phase of the moon bottle over to me. She placed the neck of the nursing bottle against the promontory of my cock, and frowned.

'That's not going to crop like that,'she said.'Even if you manage to pee with that hard-on, it'll never go in the bottle. The angle's all awry, and your shaft's too big'.

'wellspring we'll have to do something'I replied.'I'll never make it to the following Service now that you've given me so much to drink.'

'I suppose there's only one solution then, she said. She handed me the bottleful with the residue of her still fond water.'You can cease that, and I'll take aid of this'.

At which she leaned right over to put her forefront in my lap, and took my now strict rooster into her lip. I drove with my leave alone mitt, and raised the bottle to my lips. Alice looked up at me with spacious, innocent eyes - at to the lowest degree as innocent as any girl can reckon with a hammer in her mouth. I began drinking the relief of her nectar from the nursing bottle, and tried to relax to release my own. It took a moment, but then my stream began, and I felt the warmth as it filled Alice's mouth. She clamped her lips more tightly around me so as not to let any spill out. I paused the flow after a moment to let her unsay the first mouthful. She greedily gulped it down, and raised her brow as though to signal that she was ready for more. I was only too happy to oblige. I let go properly now, with a long steady current into her waiting mouth, and she sucked and gulped to save up. At the Lapplander meter I continued drinking her piss from the bottle.

I emptied the bottle well before I emptied my bladder. Every time my stream slowed Alice signalled to keep going, eager to drink everything I had. And after holding back for so long, I had plenty to dedicate her. But eventually the stream slowed to a trickle, and as it did Alice pulled her head back and opened her lip wide so that I could see the hold out of my pee filling her bore mouth. She let her mouth fill completely, waiting to collect every last drop, then closed her mouth and loudly swallowed, before sticking out the tip of her tongue to lick off a final bead of pee, from the psyche of my cock. As she did so a little precum oozed out, and she enthusiastically ran her spit round my penis to smack my succus, before taking me back into her mouthpiece and sucking me right in, deep, and bobbing her oral sex a mates of prison term. As she did so, she openly began to wank herself, and briefly pushed tow fingers inscrutable inside her cunt.

Teasingly she then sat back up and and immediately adjusted her annulus and drawers to embrace herself up. She looked me in the eye and vampishly licked her cunt succus form her finger's breadth, but made no endeavour to stow my straining cock back in my pant. After a moment's wavering I took one helping hand off the steering cycle to rearrange my pant and relieve oneself myself the right way. To my amazement, by the time I had done this and looked back over at Alice she had reached into her backpack, taken out a sandwich, and begun to eat it with obvious hunger as though nothing unusual had just happened. She quickly finished it and then took a banana out of her bag. But there was no way she could eat this without it being suggestive ! In fact, it seemed pretty much unimaginable for her to do anything without it being significative. She peeled it halfway and made as though to start out eating it, but then cheekily wriggled her short skirt back up again and pulled her panties down, and kicked them off. Then, spreading her branch wide this time, she slowly eased the banana tree right up her drippage, pee-pee soaked cunt and dildoed herself a few times with it, before finally taking it out and nonchalantly eating it. This time she didn't pain in the ass to cover herself again, but brazenly sat with her stage wide apart to display her cunt for me.

We chatted amicably now as though nada out of the ordinary had just happened, Alice casually sitting with her wooden leg splayed and naked, clearly enjoying her exhibitionism, and my excited gaze. From meter to time as we talked she rubbed herself quite openly. I was mesmerised, but entirely undecipherable how events would unfold from there. As we talked we passed the next services, both agreeing that there was now no motivation to stop over. Gradually the Light Within began to melt though, and I had to perpetrate over for the dark. I had many miles still to cover, and I was going the right way for Alice. But I had driven my level best hours for the day, and could go no further. I told Alice she was welcome to hold back with me, and I would accept her on further in the morning. Or I could drop her on a slip road to capture another lift - but naturally I had no desire to see her do that, so I was delighted when she said that she was in no hurry and would block off in the cab with me. I pulled off the pike at the next junction, found a buffet car, an off license, and then a quiet rest area. By this tip it was deliver grim under a clear, moonless night sky, far from any town. We cracked open a beer each, and settle din for the night. But that's another story........