HitchHiker
Lisa
It was all just
too obvious, too pass.
But I did stop.
I haven't picked up a hitchhiker since I was in
college.
I always figured that a cute girl standing by the side
of the road
with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250 pound
boyfriend in
the bushes, ready to commandeer my car at
knifepoint.
I can see from
a distance that you are cute, your long brown hair
whipping about
your face in the wind. As I drive closer, I can
see your faded
cutoffs, cut so short that the cheeks of your ass
are peeking
out invitingly.
You are wearing
a pale yellow t-shirt, the veteran of many
washings, faded
to the color of tapioca. Your breasts,
unencumbered
by a bra, poke proud erect nipples at all who pass
by. Even
from a distance I can see the dark circles through the
thin shirt.
You are smiling.
I stop next
to you and roll down the window.
"Where are you
headed?"
"It doesn't
really matter. Can you take me?"
I swallow.
"Sure. Hop in." You slide into the passenger seat
and I am suddenly
conscious of your smell; the smell of sun and
sweat on your
buttery skin. I realize that you have slid closer
to me than is
really necessary. I swallow again.
"What's your
name?"
"Lisa."
You don't ask mine. Out of the corner of my eye I can
see your breasts
jiggling slightly as we ride. You catch my
sidelong glance
and smile slightly. I look away, embarrassed.
"You don't usually
pick people up, do you." It is a statement,
not a question.
I look back at you, more directly this time, and
see that you
have turned ever so slightly towards me, and have
inched almost
imperceptibly closer. I feel my mouth go slightly
dry. I
cannot keep from looking at your breasts.
I begin to imagine...No!
Things like this just don't happen!
There is always
a catch. I feel a light sweat on my upper lip.
I roll down
the window. We ride for a moment in silence.
You cross your
legs and you have moved slightly closer. Your
left hand is
on the seat next to your thigh. With another
sidelong glance
I can see that the top button on your cutoffs is
undone.
Was it like that before? I realize that you are looking
intently at
my face. Do you see what I am thinking?
If I move the
slightest bit, I am sure my erection will burst
through my pants.
So I sit very still and drive carefully and
slowly.
Suddenly I realize I am going barely twenty miles per
hour.
It seems as though we are barely moving; the fields to
each side of
us creep by.
There is a wide
spot ahead, next to a broad expanse of tall
grass.
"Could we stop
for a bit?" you ask.
"If you like,"
I reply, sure that you can hear my heart pounding.
We stop and
you are out of the car, skipping through the tall
grass of the
field laughing and turning around, your eyes
sparkling.
Cautiously I follow you. You come back to me,
breathless,
your sun-sweat smell nearly overpowering me.
Watching you
in the grass I am nearly overcome with desire and I
and I can think
of nothing but you.
You stand very
close to me, looking up into my face. The impish
smile nearly
disappears as you stand very close to me, searching
my face.
I stroke your cheek with my palm and gently bend down
to kiss your
soft, full lips. Suddenly your arms are around me,
your mouth wide
open, tongue probing. Your body presses
insistently
against me, your hands are moving up and down my
back, stroking
my ass and the backs of my thighs. I am certain
my body is going
to explode.
Suddenly you
stop. You draw slightly away from me. Your cheeks
are slightly
flushed, and you are breathing heavily through
parted lips.
Your firm breasts strain against the flimsy t-
shirt, erect
nipples challenging me. You cross your arms and
reach slowly
for the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your
head.
Your breasts,
now free in the warm sunshine, invite me. I catch
my breath, a
half sob, really, as I gaze at you there. You come
to me again
and take my head in both your hands, drawing my mouth
first to one
breast, then the other. Greedily I run my tongue
over the nipples,
feeling them harden at the touch. You pull my
head harder
to you, as though you want me to devour you. I am
aware of the
salty-sweet taste of your sweat. Your breast fills
my mouth.
Suddenly, panting,
you push me away. Your eyes cloudy with
desire and yearning,
your hands move to the top of your cutoffs.
Slowly you lower
the zipper, and drop the shorts to the ground.
Keeping your
eyes on mine, you step out of them and stand there
before me, naked.
Your legs slightly apart, you move your right
hand over your
dark pubis and stroke the mound. You step close
to me once again
and put your hands on my shoulders, pressing me
to my knees
in the tall grass.
Your dark mound,
very close now, fills my vision and the scent of
you, warm and
dark and musky, clouds my senses.
You pull my
head towards you and I am immersed in your body. You
spread your
legs to straddle my head, forcing your cunt into my
face.
I move my tongue over your clit, feeling it protrude and
harden.
I point my tongue and run it around the base of your
clit, pressing
hard, and feel your body vibrate in response.
Moving down,
I thrust my tongue into your cunt, now dripping with
your juices.
You are breathing in sobs now, still forcing my
mouth against
you, constantly moving your hips to bring my mouth
into tighter
contact with your body.
Your juices
now cover my face; the taste of you is overpowering.
Your legs are
spread ever wider, and so I put first two, then
three, then
four fingers deep in your wet cunt. You moan in
response, an
animal sound from deep in your throat.
You take my
face in your hands and your lips are all over my face
licking your
own love juices from me, kissing me deeply and
demandingly.
I wonder how much longer you can continue.
Then your hands
are grasping my shirt, pulling it out of my
pants; you claw
at the buttons then, impatient, rip the shirt
open, sending
buttons flying. You unfasten my belt and unsnap
the top button
of my trousers, roughly parting the zipper. My
cock jumps out,
already moist. You push my pants and shorts down
to my knees
and kneel in front of me. Your face and breasts are
flushed with
your desire, your eyes smoky.
You put your
hand on my bare chest and push me back to the
ground.
You pull off my shoes, then my pants. I lie on my back
in the long
grass, my cock throbbing obliquely towards the sky.
I, too am naked,
except for my ruined shirt.
Your urgency
seems to have subsided now, as you lie next to me,
propped up on
one elbow. You place your palm flat on my chest
and I can see
your hand jumping slightly with my heartbeat.
Slowly you move
your hand up to stroke my cheek once, then down
my chest, to
my belly, then farther down towards my erect cock.
Playfully, you
pluck at the pubic hair, then stroke the insides
of my thighs.
My cock strains and throbs. My heart is pounding,
yet I lie on
my back passively, waiting to see what you will do.
I want to seize
you roughly and enter you, possessing you
completely.
But I lie there docilely in the grass, waiting to
see what you
will do. I wonder if you have any strength left.
You put your
fingers on my eyelids, closing them, and you kiss me
softly on the
lips. You move to my chest, kissing and licking
and nibbling
on the way down. You lick and nibble my nipples,
first one, then
the other. My cock stirs impatiently.
I feel your
tongue in my navel, then your hand on my erect cock.
You grasp my
shaft with surprising firmness. Gently you cup my
testicles in
your two hands, as though testing the weight. You
stroke them
and release them. You lift first my right leg, then
the left, separating
them, and kneel in between.
With my eyes
still closed, I can hear your calm breathing, then
feel your warm
breath on my cock, and then I feel your hot, wet
mouth slide
over the head. You do not move for a moment, but I
can feel the
slightest caress of your tongue against the tip of
my member.
I wonder how long I can stand this teasing without
coming.
Slowly you take
more of me into your warm mouth, until I am
completely surrounded
by you. I can feel the gentle flick of
your tongue
as you pull back, and the light scrape of your teeth
against the
shaft. Slowly and deliberately you continue, first
taking just
the head of my cock into your mouth, sometimes
sucking, sometimes
teasing with the tip of your tongue, then
slowly sliding
the entire length of the shaft into your mouth and
down your throat,
your tongue busy all the time.
I am panting
now, nearly ready to come, when you stop. A single
drop of fluid
emerges at the tip of cock my and hangs there. You
smile at it
and flick it off with your tongue. My world is hazy
with pleasure.
You rise to
your knees and straddle my chest. As I look up, your
breasts fill
my vision. I am conscious of your wet cunt on my
bare chest.
I reach up and take your breasts, one in each hand.
I gently pinch
and roll the nipples, feeling them respond. You
squirm as you
squat on my chest and I can feel the slipperiness
of your cunt.
I hold the cheeks
of your ass with my hands and pull you towards
my mouth, until
your warm and dripping cunt is inches from my
mouth.
I pull your body to me until my mouth is sucking greedily
at your clit
once more.
Abruptly, you
pull away. I try to pull you back to me, but you
have turned
around, presenting your sweet, firm ass to me. I
stroke your
buttocks, and as I spread your legs to suck on your
clit once more,
I feel your hot mouth on my cock. There is an
urgency now
which has not been present before, as though our time
together were
nearly expired. Your mouth is busy at my cock,
sucking, licking,
nipping. I suck and lick your clit, putting
three and four
fingers deeply into your hot cunt. I lick your
sweet ass, then
insert a finger.
I hear you gasp
in response.
You withdraw
from me once more, and turn around, lowering
yourself onto
my cock, burying it to the base. Your knees are
drawn up close
to your shoulders and your eyes roll back, showing
the whites.
You rock back and forth, impaled on my throbbing
cock.
I grasp at your breasts, now slippery with sweat, then
spread the cheeks
of your ass with both hands. As I continue
thrusting, I
gather some of the juice coming from your wide cunt
and spread it
on the middle finger of my right hand. I thrust
that slippery
finger deep into your ass.
You are wailing
and screaming now, gyrating and bucking wildly,
impaled on my
throbbing member, as you approach orgasm. I marvel
that I have
been able to last so long, but I, too, feel the
inevitability
of my own climax.
Locked together,
we writhe on the matted grass, slick with sweat
and with the
profuse juice from your cunt. We are breathing as
one now, gasping
for breath; you begin to give out short cries,
rising in pitch
as your body reaches orgasm. All sensation in my
body seems to
be focused on my cock, throbbing with a life of its
own.
Then, with an
explosion we can nearly hear, we come.
I feel the hot
semen spurt from my cock, filling the cavern of
your cunt.
The mixture of our own juices spills out onto our
bellies, mixing
with our sweat and making us slippery.
You pull away
and spin your body around, presenting your dripping
cunt to me.
I feel your lips on my cock again, and I press my
face into your
cunt, licking the mixed juices. I feel your mouth
and tongue on
my cock, sucking it clean. Soon we lie side by
side on our
backs, head to foot, exhausted. Your hand plays idly
with my now
limp cock, my fingers dabble in the juices of your
cunt.
Our breathing returns to normal.
Sadly, reality
seems to be returning.
"How do I reach
you?" I ask, feeling a sense of impending loss.
"I'll call you,"
you reply, unsuccessfully attempting your
earlier pixie
smile. You sit up and reach for your shirt and
cutoffs.
We dress together, silently. The sun is lower in the
sky, and there
is already the hint of a chill in the air. I take
your hand as
we walk back to the car, but your hand is slack and
cool in mine.
I open your door and you slide in.
I get in, start
the engine and drive slowly away, willing the day
not to end,
somehow knowing that I will never be the same. You
sit silently
against the passenger door, staring through the
windshield.
"You never told
me where you wanted to go," I offer, my voice
sounding hollow
in my ears.
"It really doesn't
matter," you reply. "I'll tell you where to
let me off."
We come into
town and you gesture absently at the bus depot.
"This will be
fine." I start to protest, but you put your
fingers to my
lips, giving me the smile I first saw in you, so
long ago.
"I'll see you again. I promise."
And you are
gone. I curse myself for not getting your last name,
your telephone
number, your address. I don't know anything about
you, just the
secret places of your body where I was able to
bring you pleasure.
Sometimes I drive back to that field where
we made love
and imagine that you are back here with me.
I can still
see where the grass was matted down by our bodies,
although it
is beginning to spring up again.
I can hear your
laughter as you skip through the long grass.
I can hear your
moans and cries as your pleasure reaches its
peak.
Who are you,
Lisa? Do you exist only in my memory, having no
life outside
my fantasy? Or are you real? You have taught me
the secret places
of your body, where in giving you pleasure I
receive tenfold,
a hundredfold. You have taught me true
intimacy, not
just performance; and I haven't had a chance to
thank you.
Standing at
the edge of the field, feeling the sun pale on my
back, I sense
that I am not alone. Slowly I turn and you are
there, standing
beside me. I catch my breath; it is as though
you have never
left. You are wearing the same thin yellow t-
shirt and cutoffs,
and the same smile.
I can think
of nothing to say.
"It's okay,"
you say. "You don't need to say anything. I'll
stick around
for a while this time."
You take both
my hands in yours, looking deeply into my face.
Then the smile
is back and you pull me to the car.
As we drive
off together, I look at you sitting there, your legs
crossed, the
cheeks of your ass peeking out from under your
cutoffs.
You catch me staring at you and grin back.
You slide over
close to me and pull my free arm around your
shoulders.
My fingers brush your breast and you murmur
approvingly.
"Yes," you say
happily, "I'm definitely going to stick around
for a while."