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Subject: Story "Hitchhiker Lisa" (M/F, Horny)
Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2007 04:22:28 -0800
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Hitchhiker Lisa
It was all just too obvious, too pat.
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. Yousit 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." --
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