She's spent enough time in Amidala, and so, the hitchhiking bimbo was in search of a kind hearted soul to pick her up and take her away from here. Standing on the right side of the I-47 route, she had her right hand out with her thumb up, gesticulating to the vehicles passing by that she needed a ride. She was chewing her original flavor hubba bubba as she kept her thumb out, listening to some Nirvana to keep her from being bored out of her mind. The summer heat bared down on her shiny skin, but at least her hat shielded her countenance from the rays. How long before someone stops to pick her up? Was she gonna have to flash to get someone's attention? She was not above it, especially since her last romp was two months ago.
I stopped my car next to her comon in!
Without further ado, the hitchhiking girl got into Artyom's vehicle via the rear passenger side door with a grin on her face and nodding in gratitude as she took a seat, the black watch peeking out above her wrist. She tugged at the earbud to remove it from her ears, keeping one of them still plugged into her phone. "Name's Nella, but you can call me babe~" She flashed him a sultry smile. The large backpack on her shoulder she would keep close for now as she leaned in and asked, "So where to?"
Her blue eyes surveyed the dashboard briefly before looking back at Artyom. Her orange hair fell in waves past her shoulders as she shifted ever so slightly in her seat, giving him a little bit more room if he wanted to try to talk or get to know her. The shorts did not cover much of her ass and the thong straps would occasionally slide from beneath them, tantalizingly teasing.
"Hey Nella, nice to meet you." Artyom says as he continues driving along the highway in his red Toyota Celica. "You can just call me Art if you want. Where do you need to go?" He asks her with a chuckle before looking at her outfit once more. His eyes wander up and down her body, taking in every detail of it. Even through the shorts he can tell she's quite toned and athletic-looking. "Wow, you have some really nice legs there." He remarks with a grin before pulling his eyes back to the road.
The hitchhiking girl, known as Nella but she would answer to babe~ or Art when addressed by such moniker, gave the handsome driver a grin and a wink in reply before adjusting herself slightly on her seat. Her eyes lingered on him for just a moment longer, enjoying how he was checking her out without being too obvious about it. She chuckled softly at his compliment regarding her legs before responding, "Well, thank you~ But you know what they say...legs are for squatting? I mean, who needs 'em?"
Her gaze returned to the window, watching the scenery rush past as Artyom continued driving. She thought about where he was taking her and if she should give him another destination before they arrived. The truth is, she didn't really have anywhere to be at the moment...but she wasn't going to tell him that.
"So, Art, what brought you on this highway? Anywhere in particular you needed to go?" She asked, trying to start a conversation and get to know more about him, while her hand absentmindedly went back to playing with one of the strands of the braided ponytail.
"Oh, just taking a little ride out for some much-needed exercise and fresh air." He chuckles, glancing back at her briefly before looking forward again. "I've got nowhere specific in mind though. You're welcome to join me wherever you like!" He continues driving along the highway, maintaining a safe speed and keeping his eyes on the road.
A genuine smile spread across her features at Artyom's offer to have her tag along wherever he was going. "Oh, well I'd like that, Art! I don't mind just driving for the sake of it. Sometimes all you need is a little aimless wandering to get where you want to go..." Her blue eyes drifted upwards towards the ceiling as she reflected on her own words. "Or something like that." She shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant about it. "Besides," she continued with another grin, "maybe I'll find someone else to pick me up along the way if they see how much fun we're having!" Her voice was teasing and playful; a hint of her exhibitionist nature peeking through.
Nella shifted slightly on the seat again, making herself more comfortable, and casually reached out to stroke one finger against Artyom's knee. The backpack at her side rose and fell with every breath she took as she waited to see what his reaction would be.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll have lots of fun together!" Artyom agrees with a laugh, glancing briefly at Nella as she strokes his knee. His cheeks flush slightly at the contact but he doesn't say anything about it. He focuses on driving for now, keeping an eye out for any potential hazards or other vehicles that might need assistance along the highway. Then he took her bag and thrown it to backseats. "Please don't touch me while I'm driving. I got rules like this.
Nella raised an eyebrow at Artyom as he admonished her for touching his knee while he was driving, yet didn't seem to mind too much. She shrugged and moved her hand away before crossing one leg over the other instead. "Alright, fair enough," she agreed easily enough, deciding not to push it further at this point. After all, she was here for fun and didn't want things to get too serious or awkward.
Leaning back against the seat a bit more, Nella stretched out her long legs in front of her, giving Artyom an accidental peek at the black thong above the hemline of her shorts as she did so. She caught him glancing down and met his gaze with a small grin before looking away, blushing slightly under her pale skin. It seemed like things were already starting to heat up between them without either one of them really meaning for it to happen this fast...
"Hey, you're right. There's no reason we should be in any hurry, now is there?" Artyom says with a chuckle, keeping his eyes on the road as he slows down a bit. The Celica cruises along at just under the speed limit now, taking in the sights of Amidala as it passes by. "So, Nella," he begins, glancing over at her briefly before looking back out the window again. "What kind of music are you into babe?"
"Oh, I'm kinda into all sorts! Right now I've been really into alternative rock," Nella responded with a smile as she picked up her smartphone from her cleavage and switched off the earbuds before setting it on the seat beside her, then adjusting the black cap on her head. "But sometimes you just can't beat some good old-fashioned pop or R&B either." She leaned back in her seat again, crossing one leg over the other at her knee as she idly traced a pattern along the sleeve of her tank top with one fingernail.
"You like any specific bands or artists? I'm always up for discovering new music." She grinned at Artyom, tossing her hair back over her shoulder, pleased that he was taking an interest in getting to know more about her. She had a feeling this ride with him would turn out to be much more enjoyable than she ever could have imagined.
"Oh, I'm into all sorts as well!" Artyom exclaims with a grin. "Some of my favorite bands are The Strokes, The Killers, and Kings of Leon." He pauses for a moment before adding, "And I can't get enough of some old-school Led Zeppelin either." He glances over at Nella as he says this, noticing the way she leans back in her seat with one leg crossed over the other. The movement makes her ass shift slightly beneath the thin fabric of her shorts and it takes every bit of self-control he has not to stare. "You got an amazing body. Tou do sports?"
"Oh," she replied with a laugh, "thank you! I used to play volleyball in college, but since then it's been mostly just pickup games here and there." She leaned forward slightly on the seat, stretching her arms above her head as she did so. The motion caused her breasts to press against the fabric of her top slightly, accentuating their size and shape. "It helps keep me fit I guess." She shrugged modestly before leaning back again, folding her arms beneath her chest.
"As for those bands...I've heard of them! The Strokes are pretty good, actually. And Led Zeppelin? Oh my, they were legends!" She grinned, bobbing her head slightly as if listening to the music in her mind. "But you know what I mean, right?" She paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "There's just something special about finding new artists that aren't so mainstream, yanno? Like hidden gems waiting to be discovered."
"Oh absolutely! There's nothing better than discovering new music that you really connect with." Artyom agrees, nodding in agreement as he slows down even more and pulls the Celica onto the shoulder of the highway, putting it into park. "I bet I could find some awesome underground bands for you Nella. You just gotta let me know what kind of stuff you like, hm?" He winks at her playfully before unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning over towards her, stretching out an arm so that he can gently touch one of her bare shoulders with the back of his hand.
The hitchhiker girl, Nella, couldn't help but blush at Artyom's flattery and the attention he was giving her. "Well," she said softly, leaning into his touch as she spoke. "I guess I just like anything with a good beat and catchy lyrics, you know? Somebody who knows what they're feeling when they write those words." She smiled up at him, trying to convey how much she appreciated their connection through music.
Her gaze drifted from his hand on her shoulder down to the arm rest between them as she thought about how close they were. With the car stopped on the side of the highway and no one else around, it felt like they could get away with anything. "Hey," she said tentatively, "you know what would be fun?" She grinned impishly at him before continuing, "A little touchy dance wich I always wanted to experience? To see who knows how to really work it on the dance floor?"
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she awaited his response, her heart pounding in anticipation of whatever might happen next. Artyom understood what does she mean. She was calling ger between her legs
"Oh?" He says with raised eyebrows, looking amused by the suggestion. "And who's going to be the judge of that?" His hand slides slowly down from her shoulder, tracing a gentle path along her bicep before coming to rest on her upper arm. The touch is light but firm, and Nella shivers slightly in response.
A mischievous grin spreads across Nella's lips as she feels Artyom's hand slide down her arm and settle on her upper arm, sending delicious shivers through her body. "Well," she says teasingly, "perhaps we should ask someone else to judge us...you know, so there are no hard feelings." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "Or maybe not. I mean, what's the fun in that? Why don't we just see who can really show each other a good time out here?" Her eyes meet his, sparkling with challenge and promise of something more than just dancing.
Her hand slides from its spot on the armrest up Artyom's chest, over his shoulder and around to rest on his neck, her fingertips brushing against the short hairs at the nape of his neck as she leans in closer still. "So...you game?" She asks breathily, feeling a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins.