When I turned 18 I thought that I had everything figured out and understood the world completely.

I lived in the rural south and had never even left my hometown, but I was determined to make my way to a big city and start a new life.

Oh how naïve I was...

In a hurry packed what little stuff I had and snuck out of the house at night. I had a backpack with a few clothes, my phone, and other random stuff from my room.

I was wearing a bright yellow sundress with a moderate neckline, which framed my perky D cup breasts perfectly.

I liked this dress in particular because of how it was a little tight around my waist and really showed off my slim body which probably wouldn’t have weighed much more than a hundred pounds.

I didn’t think much of it in the moment, but I don’t wear a bra when I sleep, so I forgot to put one on when I left.

I walked to the nearby highway to hitch a ride, my flat dress shows clacking on the concrete sidewalk. The first person that stopped was a trucker. I walked up to his window and introduced myself and my dilemma.

“I can go wherever you want to”, I told him.

“Well, I’m heading up to Charleston, if that’s okay”.

“Ya, that’s perfect!”.

“Alright then! How about I help you up”. He exited his truck and walked around to my side.

I gave him my backpack which he put on the floor of the truck and I failed to realize that he had a perfect view of my lace covered pussy as I climbed up the side of the truck.

As I reached the doorway I slipped, and before I could fall backwards too far, he reached up to grab me and got two perfect handfuls of my ass and one of his thumbs even went in my pussy.

He apologized and pushed me up, his thumb now pressing deep into me, and I scrambled into the passenger seat. I was so embarrassed for being so clumsy.

I hoped that he didn’t think anything badly of it and I apologized profusely. He told me that it was okay and that, “mistakes happen”.

I noticed that there was a slight warm feeling in my nether region where his thumb was, but I ignored it.

We made some smalltalk and he explained that he was 48 and lived in Charleston. He was very generous and offered me to stay with him if I was okay with that, and I thought that it didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

The road was bumpy, and according to him that meant that the passenger side mirror oftentimes became misaligned.

Over the next couple of hours he adjusted the mirror several times, and many times he hand brushed against my breasts. I didn’t think it was his fault though.

I guess the road was bumpy and he said he was sorry, so it was okay. I just hoped he didn’t notice my lack of bra and how my nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of my sundress.

By daybreak, we had reached a rest area. He parked the truck and said that he was going to get some food and offered to get me some.