"Dude, let me see whose is bigger. Yours or my boyfriend's."

On a truck along the Sicherian-Timbre Highway, a couple hitched a ride from me. The lady, Jean Shelley, was dressed provocatively.

I couldn't help getting aroused, pitching a tent.

Unexpectedly, Jean was very open-minded. She actually wanted to use her hand to measure how big I was.

What made my blood race even more was that her boyfriend, Ray Brook, wanted her to use her body to pay for the ride.

My name is Christian Chambers. I was a long-haul truck driver.

In this line of work, once a person was out on a run, he would be gone from home for 10 days to up to half a month at a time.

You would eat, drink, and sleep in the truck. After a while, your desires would get pent up. The frustration got unbearable as you would not even have time to relieve yourself.

That day, I was doing a long-haul run on the Sicherian-Timbre Highway when I met a young couple halfway along the journey.

Standing in the middle of the road, they waved at me, signaling for me to stop.

There were quite a lot of hitchhikers in this area. I had met quite a few before. However, they were usually women in thick makeup. You could tell what kind they were at a glance.

I barely make anything driving long distances, while they just spread their legs and earn money easily.

This couple, though, really looked like tourists. They must have gotten into some trouble, which was why they were hitching a ride.

I stopped next to them and rolled the window down.

The lady leaned onto my window right away. She was very pretty and pointed at the car nearby.

"Sir, our car broke down. It can't move. Could you give us a ride?"

I looked at the car stopped by the side of the road. It really did look like they were in trouble.

I waved my hand and said, "Get in."

Only when they got in did I realize that the lady had a great figure. She was wearing a black sweater. Her chest was full and round, and her legs under the skirt, wrapped in sheer stockings, looked long and slender.

It made my already lonely self burn even hotter, a faint stirring rising inside me.

The couple sat beside me, chatting warmly.

"I'm Jean. This is my boyfriend, Ray. Thank you for giving us a ride. The Sicherian-Timbre Highway is so long. We really didn't know how we were going to get out of this."

I waved, telling them not to mention it, and kept driving.

The journey was quite long, and Jean could no longer stay awake, so she lay on Ray's lap and fell asleep.

Her skirt happened to face my direction. Between her thighs, it was dark and tempting, making me want to take a closer look.

What stirred me even more was that Ray had placed his hand on Jean's chest with practiced ease, casually squeezing it.

The fullness of her chest kept changing shape in his hands. It was extremely alluring.

An itch slowly rose in my heart. I could only imagine how good it was to hold them in my hands.

Right at that moment, Jean let out a moan which sent chills down my back. What glorious melodies to my ear. She was on a whole other level compared to my wife.

I had never once tried it with such an exquisite woman. At that moment, she was lying next to me, yet I could not do anything.

The frustration was unbearable.

Ray's touching woke Jean up. Seeing how bold Ray was, she frowned and said, "Behave. Someone is next to us."

Then, she turned to look at me. "Sir, I hope we're not disturbing you."

I shook my head nervously. "Oh, it's fine. You're young. You're full of… energy."

Ray said to Jean, "See. He doesn't mind. Just let me touch you for a while."

Jean tacitly allowed Ray to let his hand wander all over her body. His hand even went under her clothes.

Occasionally, her chest would be pushed out of her top, and I could see that pale, full flesh clearly.

Jean frowned slightly, her face flushed, letting out soft, enticing murmurs from her throat.

She slapped his hand away lightly and said coquettishly, "Hey, be gentler! You're hurting me."

Ray snickered and eased his grip.

From the corner of my eye, I watched everything unfold. The fire of desire inside me had long since been ignited.

After driving for a long time, my body was parched with desire.

Witnessing this scene, I felt a strong itch rise from the depths of my bones.

Young people nowadays were wild, acting so lustfully in front of a stranger.

Ray fondled Jean's fullness back and forth as a puzzling look appeared on his face.

"Hold up. Your left and right are not equally huge. The left one feels a little smaller."

Jean cupped herself, measuring them.

"You're lying. They're the same."

"The left one is smaller."

"You're lying! They're clearly the same!"

They went back and forth and somehow started arguing. I could not get a word in, so I focused on driving.

Right at that moment, Jean poked me and said, "Sir, you touch. See if both of them are the same size."

I was instantly stunned. I couldn't believe my ears. I asked with a trembling voice, "D-did you just ask me to touch you?"

Jean looked at me with sincerity. "Yes. Ray keeps saying my left one is smaller. Touch me and tell me."

Ray chimed in, "Dude, touch her. Tell me I'm right. Her left side is a little smaller, right?"

Even Ray was asking me to touch his girlfriend! My brain stopped functioning as my body burned.

"I-I don't think that's appropriate."

"There's nothing to worry about." Jean immediately took off her black top, showing off her curves.

I almost lost it.

"Sir, just touch them. It's fine."

Looking at the scene in front of me, how could I possibly hold back? I reached out and touched her.

Instantly, a soft, smooth, springy sensation filled my palm. My whole body felt like it had been shocked, tingling currents rushing through my brain.

The feeling was unbelievably good. My body reacted instantly.

After touching both sides, I reluctantly pulled my hand back.

Jean looked at me excitedly. "So? Both sides are equally huge, right?"

I was so busy enjoying myself that I forgot to see which side was larger. I mumbled in response, "Y-yeah, they're both equally huge."

Jean looked at Ray victoriously. "See, I told you!"

Ray pouted and turned his head to the side.

I felt my entire body burning as if ants were crawling all over me. I tried hard to suppress the desire rising in me, forcing myself to focus on driving.

At that moment, Jean noticed the obvious reaction in my pants. She exclaimed, "Oh, my! You're having a reaction. How huge is it?"

I realized that I had embarrassed myself. I awkwardly tried to adjust myself, but couldn't calm it down.

I was so flustered that I blushed.

Jean chuckled and leaned on me, her voluptuous slopes pressing on my shoulder.

"Don't be embarrassed. Let me touch and see whose is bigger. Yours or Ray's?"

The itching desire in my gut got harder to resist.

Ray also leaned over to look.

Before I could say anything, Jean reached out to unzip me. I quickly grabbed her hand and said, "N-no. No. You can't touch me. I have a wife. I'm not like you two."

Even though I desperately wanted it, this was too private. Letting her touch me would be no different than going all the way.

Jean got even more curious. She insisted on checking it out.

"I'll just measure it with my hand. It'll be fine. Besides, your wife isn't here. How would she ever find out?"

Then, Jean unzipped my pants and inserted her hand into my pants.

I no longer stopped her. If she wanted to measure me, let her be. After all, I did touch her.

So she fished out my member.

I thought she wanted to just have a look; I did not expect her to grab it!

Cells in my entire body exploded with desire. The itch of passion was raging in my mind.

I slammed on the brakes, putting the truck to a halt to prevent any accidents from happening.

Jean looked at my member with awe and praised, "Sir, you're amazing. I could barely hold it all with one hand. Look at how much is still showing. You're much better than Ray. His barely shows if I grab it."

I had been driving for a long time, but this was the first time someone had grabbed me in my truck. Especially by someone so soft and pretty. I trembled at her touch.

Jean smiled flirtatiously at my reaction.

"You're reacting really strongly to it. Do you want to do it?"

I never thought that she would be coming on so strongly. Ray was still watching from the side. This was completely immoral.

"I thought you were just going to measure it. Why are you grabbing it?"

Jean whined coquettishly, "If I don't grab it, how could I measure it?"

She even moved her hand up and down with practiced ease.

I could not help but sit up straight, pushing myself up on the seat with both hands, feeling the strong love she was making.

"Uh… You're bold. Aren't you worried that your boyfriend might get mad?"

"Well, let's see him try." Jean went in closer to me. I could feel her hot breath on my nose.

As expected, Ray did not mind one bit. He was even watching this scene excitedly.

He said, "This guy's been so kind to us, even giving us a ride. Jean, just help him. Go on."

He nudged Jean toward me, causing her face to bump into my member. I could barely keep my desire in check any longer.

Jean put her tongue out, swirling on its head.

"Uh…" Her smoothness on my core made my blood rush. The exponentially growing desire was about to burst out of me.

I grabbed the side of my seat tightly as my body stiffened. This feeling was… way too strong. Too exciting.

I had lived for so many years. This is the first time that I could barely hold back. The desire built up in me for so many days was focused right at that point.

"Jean, I can barely hold on much longer. I beg you, let me have this once."

I could not believe that I would say such things, let alone believe that Jean would agree to it.

She smiled at me lustfully as she grabbed my shoulders. She opened her legs and straddled me.

"Am I edging you? Do you want it?"

I nodded my head fervently as I placed my hands around her waist. Feeling the softness of a lady.

She stood up on the seat, aiming the bottom of her mini skirt at me.

"How's the view from down there? Do you like it? You must really want it."

I was secretly stunned. So, she noticed I had secretly looked under her skirt.

"It's fine. If you want to look at it, you can look at it as long as you want."

Standing on the seat with her legs wide apart, Jean faced her blossom of womanhood at me.

She was wearing crotchless pantyhose. That would be much easier for me.

I was on the brink of a nosebleed. I couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

The silkiness of the pantyhose made blood rush more to my member.

Jean said, "It's easy to move my underwear aside. Try it."

I reached my hand up into her skirt. She was wearing a simple thong, barely covering her ladybits. Just moving it aside lightly, her secret garden was immediately right in front of me to behold.

I was getting dizzy.

"P-Please, give it to me," I was almost pleading with her.

Jean chuckled. "I'm going to sit on you!"

She wrapped her arms around my neck as she sat down hard, aiming for my member.