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Bunkhouse Hitchhikers (MF)

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Category: Male-Female
Author: Mike
Age: 44
Comments: I'll never forget
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I will never forget the trip I made to St. Albans, Vermont one Spring. I was driving along the NY Interstate somewhere in the middle of the state, with a car full of provisions for a two week stay at a cabin on Lake Champlain. The sky was ominous and dark rain clouds blotted the sun from the sky. It was going to pour soon and I was still about 3 hours from my destination.

I happened to see 2 hitchhikers, with hoods pulled over baseball caps and looking like they were expecting the worst kind of weather. They ran to shoulder of the road and put out their thumbs for a ride. I don't usually respond to hitchhikers, but this time I did since the rain was on the way and I felt bad for them. When I rolled down the window, the first answered my "Where ya' headed?" question with a "Nova Scotia" reply. To my astonishment, it was a girl in her early twenties. She hopped in the front seat and threw her bag in the back. She directed her accomplice to get in the back. I was happy, but knew that my happiness was to be short lived once her boyfriend got in. When her partner did get in and took her hat and hood off, I was ecstatic to find another 20 year old woman under all that clothing. They were both beautiful young women who told me that they had to dress like that so they wouldn't get hit on by every passing trucker. They proved to be great company - we laughed, ate and drank all the way to Vermont.

The rain and the pleasure of good company slowed the trip down a bit, and when we finally arrived at the camp on the lake it was dark. They opted to stay the night and my friends were due in 2 days from now. I was happy for the company. They couldn't believe how nice the cabin was and how good the fire that we build felt. They wanted to go skinny dipping in the lake, but knowing the temperature of that lake in the Spring, I passed, but waited on the shore with towels and blankets. Cold water did wonderful things to those girls and created a noticeable bulge in my britches. We all laughed about what was obvious and headed back into the house and the fireplace. We listened to some fine classic rock, and just enjoyed the warm glow of the fire. I was seated in a chair and the girls sat on the floor by my feet.

Lots of innocent touching was happening as stories were exchanged, and we decided to take a ride into town for something to eat. When we got in the car, the girls were arguing who would sit next to me. We all sat in the front seat and they exchanged places on the way home. A steak later and the warmth of the fire was putting us all in a dreamy state. We decided it was time to call it a night.

I showed them the bunk room, where there were 2 sets of bunk beds and a queen sized bed. I claimed the queen and they agreed to sleep in the bunks. The lights went out and we continued to talk in the pitch dark. One of the girls asked me if there was any aspirin as she had a headache. I got out of bed and came back with a glass of water and a couple of tablets. She was on the top bunk and when I tried to hand them to her, she instead wrapped her arms around me and began to kiss me passionately.

It was all I dreamed of, only it got better. After a couple of minutes of tongue kissing and feeling her wonderful breasts, I felt the bottom bunk's occupant reach into my shorts and extract my fully erect member. She began to stroke it slowly and interrupted the strokes with an occasional kiss. She pulled my shorts down to my ankles and continued to alternate between stroking and sucking all while I was kissing and sucking on her friend above her. Soon the moaning and sucking was so obvious that this turned into a threesome that we all laughed out loud and without a word spoken, retired to the queen bed for a night of multiple orgasms and deep sleep.

I awoke when one of the girls took me in her hand and stroked me hard in the morning. She mounted me and did me good. Her friend awoke and began to watch. She soon was turned on and touched her friend's clit and played with my balls while kissing me deeply. We stayed in bed for another hour or two before getting up.

I cooked breakfast for everyone and we looked at maps and talked of the best way to get to Nova Scotia from Vermont. It was decided that this trip would be stalled for a day or two so that the three of us could enjoy each other's company. Those three days were the best three days of my life.

I never saw or heard from them again after I dropped them off on the highway to Nova Scotia, but I will never forget the time of my life.