Lexi and Brandi had hatched a plan to get Lexi's mom's boyfriend to come over and then get a compromising video of him with one or both of the girls. They had dressed in the sluttiest outfits they could come up with and had gotten the boyfriend, Jack, to come on to them, but then they got carried away with the sex and failed to get any video. When the boyfriend reported the incident to Lexi's mom Terri, he had left out much of the sex but reported on the dirty outfits the girls had worn, and Lexi was now grounded again, and even prohibited from having her friend Brandi come over.
That was the last straw for Lexi. She decided she would steal back her phone from her mom, and hitch a ride somewhere out of the small town where she lived. It was spring, school was out, and the two seventeen-year-olds figured they could easily hitch rides, and figure out where to stay along the way.
Lexi knew she was attracting more attention. She was now about five feet eight inches, with long legs, topped by a cute tight ass, and B-cup tits that had begun to grow almost straight out from her chest. They were so firm and tight that no bra was needed, except perhaps to cover the brown and puffy nipples that topped them. With her dirty blond hair that she tied back into a single pigtail, she knew she could get attention from men.
Brandi was not as tall but just as thin as Lexi, with reddish-blond hair and a few freckles on her face and her shoulders that could make her look a little younger if she wanted that look. She tied her hair back in two pigtails on each side of her cute face. Brandi's tits were between an A and a B cup, and she preferred to go braless as well, even when the nipples on her pert boobs were obvious under her shirt.
Despite the grounding rules, Lexi invited Brandi to stay over on Friday night, knowing her mom was going out, and would just look in her room when she got home, to make sure Lexi was in bed. Her mom would never notice that Brandi was there, curled up in a sleeping bag in Lexi's walk-in closet. The two girls stayed up late giggling and plotting, looking at a map to determine how far they could hitchhike in a day, and where they would stay the first night on the road.
Lexi had a cousin in Indiana, and she figured they could hitch west from Cleveland, and make it about halfway the first day of their run. They both knew hitch-hiking was dangerous, with all the creeps out there, but they figured that the two of them could take care of each other.
After the incident with Jack, Lexi and Brandi also knew that they liked sex, and they figured they could use their hot little bodies to get rides, and even to get a room for the night when they needed one. What was so wrong about trading a feel of teen pussy, or a blow job, or even a fuck for what they needed on the road? So the two rolled up some clothes, makeup, a toothbrush, and spare shoes in backpacks, and snuck down the stairs and out of Lexi's house around 6:00 a.m. Saturday morning, well before Lexi's mom was awake.
Because it was spring, they could dress to catch attention, and they did. Lexi wore tight jeans that rode at her hips and showed off her flat tummy from the front, and her cute, tight teen ass from the back. She wore a regular white school dress shirt, but instead of buttoning it up, and tucking it in, she had simply tied the bottom shirt-tails together, under her tits, and allowed the front of the shirt to gap open. If she leaned over, she could give a tantalizing view of her firm tits.
Brandi wore one of her cheerleader skirts, complete with the tight panties that coordinated with the skirt. The skirt was short enough to show off her smooth and toned legs, and if she bent over, she could show off her perfectly heart-shaped ass. She wore a v-neck sweater on top, with no bra, that gave a hint of the teen tits underneath, and also allowed her to show more if she bent forward.
When they slung the backpacks over their backs and adjusted the straps around their shoulders, they realized that the backpacks had the effect of pushing their chests forward a bit, and pressing their boobs together, so that Lexi had to button a couple of shirt buttons to avoid showing off too much of her boobs. Brandi's sweater served to fully outline her boobs, with the backpack straps in place.
They weren't sure what to expect on the road, but they were kind of hoping they could get picked up by some sort of businessman or something, who would be clean, and maybe have a nice car. They figured if they met someone who was traveling alone, maybe they could talk him into giving them a room for the night. If they got picked up by a hunky guy, all the better.
Their first ride was a woman, driving a minivan, who seemed to want to dissuade them from hitchhiking. She stopped, and once they were in the car, and thanked her for stopping, she began warning them of all the dirty creeps on the road, who might try to molest young girls like them.
“Oh, we know,” said Lexi, “and we are ready for them. We are older than we look,” she lied.
Brandi chimed in: “We've taken self-defense courses, and we can handle anything.” That wasn't true, but they didn't want this woman reporting them as runaways or something, since they were still so close to home.
That first ride took them about sixty miles, which was a good distance, but left them in the middle of nowhere, along a rural part of the highway. They would have made better time if they had hitched on the turnpike, but that was too dangerous, because the Highway Patrol was out there, and would take them home if they spotted them on the turnpike, or even a ramp.
So they put their backpacks back on, stood by the road, tried to strike sexy poses, and stuck their thumbs out at every approaching car. After about twenty minutes in the sun, a truck slowed down to where they stood.
It was an old red Ford F-150 pickup truck that rolled to a stop, and the driver powered down his passenger window to talk to the girls. Lexi leaned up against the truck and leaned in to give the driver a look at her teen cleavage. “Where y'all headed,” asked the driver, a scruffy-looking guy of maybe thirty, wearing a dirty baseball cap, a work shirt, and a pair of dirty, worn-out jeans.
“We're trying to get to Indy,” said Lexi, in her cutest voice, as she pushed her chest forward a little more.
“Well, I'm just goin' up the road to the next town, about ten miles, but I'll give y'all a ride if you want to hop in,” he said leering at the teen's firm tits and giving her a grin with his tobacco-stained teeth.
Lexi and Brandi looked at each other, shrugged, and climbed up into the cab of the truck, with Brandi sitting next to Jack, and Lexi by the window. It was crowded, with three on the bench seat, and Brandi's bare leg pressed up against the driver's dirty jeans as Lexi jumped in and closed the door. “My name's Jake,” said the driver, as he smiled at the girls and looked them over as they settled into his truck.
After putting the truck back into drive, he let his right arm fall to the side, right onto Brandi's firm thigh. He gave her thigh a little squeeze, and said with a bit of a leer, “You got some lovely legs, there, girl. And, looks like you got some nice titties, too.”
Brandi pushed his greasy hand away, and said, “Hey, dude, we're just lookin' for a ride. Don't be getting any ideas, now.”
He didn't seem to take the hint and laughed a little and reached his hand behind Brandi, to Lexi's ponytail. He grabbed it, pulled it gently, and said: “What about you, sugar cakes? You up for a little fun with Jake here?”
“I might be,” she said sweetly, “let's get on up the road a little, and see where we go from there.”
“Well, how 'bout you give Jake a little handjob, while he's drivin'?” and he reached down and unzipped his jeans, and began pulling out his cock, which had begun to be aroused by the teens in his truck.
So Lexi reached across her friend Brandi's lap and wrapped her little hand around Jake's sweaty cock, and began stroking up and down the shaft. It was a nice-sized cock, and despite her earlier rejection, Brandi couldn't help watching as it seemed to lengthen in Lexi's grip.
“You want a little of that, too?" He asked, looking at Brandi, as she watched. “I always thought you little redheads were horny little bitches.” And he reached over and grabbed one of Brandi's pigtails and started pulling her head down toward his dick.
Despite her distaste for the redneck and his dirty jeans, and yellow teeth, or maybe because of it, Brandi found herself oddly turned on by his aggressive move and wanted to taste the musk of his cock that she could already smell in the close quarters of the pickup's cab. So she allowed him to pull her head down, opened her mouth slightly as she reached the cock, and sucked the tip into her mouth. As she sucked the cock into her little mouth, she could taste the salt of his sweat and the sticky-sour note of his pre-cum that began leaking from the tip.
“That's it, girl,” he grunted, “get a good taste of that dick. It's good for you.” Then he released his hold on her pigtail, and reached his arm over Brandi, to reach inside Lexi's gapping white shirt, to fondle her firm teen tits with his dirty hand.
“Oh yeah,” he said, “them are some fine titties, girl. I could have some fun with them,” he said, leering at Lexi with his dirty smile.
“Just keep your eyes on the road, Jake,” Lexi said as she let him fondle her, as Brandi's head bobbed on his dick. “We got a long way to go.”
After another six or seven miles, Brandi's vigorous blow job had ended with Jake shooting his wad up and onto her sweater and bare legs. After he came, he tried to wipe the cum off Brandi's sweater and legs, but his dirty hands just smeared the cum into a dirty streak on the sweater and a sticky dark line on her thigh.
Soon after, Jake said he needed to stop. The girls looked at each other and decided they would get out when he did, and find a new ride. So when he stopped, they quickly jumped out and began running up the road. Jake yelled after them, but it was clear they were gone, and so he went on his way, and figured he'd fantasize about the two later.
Once they were beyond Jake's sight, the two looked at their map and decided to hike the half mile toward the interstate, where they might get luckier with a ride from someone a little higher up the social ladder from Jake. It didn't make much sense to be giving away sexual favors for just a few miles in a pickup truck. They needed a guy with some money, who wouldn't mind taking care of them.
So they decided they would be selective, and only stick out their thumbs, and put on their little show, for either a big Mercedes or BMW, whose driver would no doubt be more able to treat them the way they deserved (or at least thought they deserved) to be treated. The only problem was that the girls now looked a little disheveled, and a little on the scruffy side.
Brandi's sweater was smudged, and her leg was darkened by the clumsy attempt of Jake to wipe off his cum. And Lexi's nice white school shirt was smudged around the front where Jake's dirty fingers had been fondling her tits. Even her boobs were a little smudged from his handling of them. So they decided that if they got a guy with a big car to stop, they would tell him a story about their stepbrother Jake who had tried to molest them, to explain their dirty clothes and smudged bodies. They looked a little dirty to be sitting in the soft leather of a new luxury car.
The guy who did stop, with a big BMW 5 series, who said his name was Bill, didn't care about their story. When he stopped and saw the two teens, he was turned on by the dirty shirt, the smudged sweater, and especially- when Lexi leaned into the car- by the smudges on those perfect teen tits under that dirty white shirt. He didn't care if they got the inside of his car dirty either.
A couple of dirty teens, thought Bill, as he smiled warmly, and invited them into his car. Lexi sat in front, turning to face Bill to give him a nice look at her tits as she did, and Brandi sat in back, sitting sort of in the middle, with one foot up on the center hump, so he could see up her skirt through his rearview mirror. These were exactly the kind of legal teens he fantasized about, except, here they were, in the flesh, clearly letting him enjoy the view of their lovely teen assets.
Lexi started telling him about her pervert step-brother, and what he had done, when Bill gently put his hand on her leg and said, “Let's not worry about him, Lexi. I'm going all the way to Indy, and can give you girls a ride to right where you are going.”
“Oh yay,” squealed Brandi from the back seat, bouncing a little and letting her skirt ride up into her lap. And Lexi gave him a big smile and leaned way over and kissed Bill on the cheek, moving slowly back and making sure he had a clear view of the firm teen tits inside her widely gapping shirt.
“We will have to stop tonight because I can't drive through the night,” he said. “But I've got a reservation at the Doubletree in Toledo, and I'm sure they'll be able to give me another room for you girls.”
“That would be great,” Lexi and Brandi chimed together. “You're the best, Bill”
So they drove on, and eventually, Lexi drifted off, with her shirt gaping open, and her entire right boob exposed to Bill's view. He couldn't help glancing to the side whenever he could, to savor the lovely shape of the conical teen boob, with the lovely puffy pinkish brown nipple, perfectly white and smooth except for a few greasy smudges from a previous encounter of some sort. Bill didn't really care who had been grabbing that tit before, but he was salivating thinking about wrapping his own big hand around it and sucking on the lovely puffy nubbin that topped it.