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The Unfortunate Hitchhiker
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The Unfortunate Hitchhiker Many years ago, I worked for a very large company that REQUIRED me to travel to Chicago for corporate training. I hate flying, so whenever I had to go to Chicago, I made the journey by car. (Usually, I rented one for the occasion.) Over the years that I worked for this company, I was forced to make this journey 4 times, and could usually accomplish it in about 15 hours. However, on my 3rd trip to Chicago, I encountered a strange situation and ended up letting the trip take longer than usual. I was 34 years old, and it was a warm July. I had left my house around 3am as I was determined to make it to my destination by dinner time. Around 9am, I pulled into the west-bound I-70 rest area near Pittsburgh, and went inside to use the facilities. (Yes, I know that there are shorter routes, but this was before GPS Nav systems were common, so I always stuck to what I considered to be the “easiest” route.) Anyway, the rest stop was a small area with a single building and a couple picnic tables. There were no other cars in the lot, so I thought I'd be alone... but discovered that there was someone inside the building. Seated on a wooden bench near the bathrooms was a young woman. She was blonde and seemed to be in her early-twenties, but looked a little unkept as if she'd been hitchhiking. Eager to go to the bathroom, I rushed passed her and did what was necessary. Upon emerging, she caught more of my attention because she appeared to have been crying for a long time. She was just sitting and staring at the wall. I asked her if she was OK, and she sobbed, her lips quivering. I took a step back, and told her that I would leave her alone, but she asked me to wait. Over the next 20 minutes, she explained that her name was Georgia, and she'd been hitchhiking to get home. I remember the name of her hometown was Ames, Iowa... because "Ames" was the name of the store that my first girlfriend had worked in years before. Anyway, earlier in the day, Georgia had caught a ride with a guy who she said seemed very nice. They stopped at the rest stop to go to the bathroom and both had gone inside. However, when she came out, he was gone... and so was her bag which had still been in his car. Now, I am usually suspicious of a sob story, but she seemed rather sincere. I bought her a bottle of water and a bag of chips, and listened as she explained her situation. She had moved to Pennsylvania with her boyfriend when he got a new job. Apparently, they had big dreams... but then he broke up with her and she had nowhere to go, so she was making her way back to Iowa. When the slew of words finally slowed, I asked her a few questions. “Do you want to call the police?" She shook her head, and almost started crying again. She said that she really didn't have anything of real value in her bag, but now she didn't even have that. “Do you want to call your parents?” She was nervous about doing so as they hadn’t parted on the best of terms, and was hoping to wait until she got home to talk to them. Plus, she didn’t think her parents would be able to help her much financially. I tried to assure her that they would probably go to great lengths to help, but she continued to decline. “Do you want to come with me? I’m on my way to Chicago for a few days. You can catch a ride with me at least that far.” She actually hugged me. Now, before you go thinking that this is a "white knight" story... well, maybe it is a little, but don't get ahead of the tale. It does take a naughty turn later. Anyway, we got in the car and got back on the road for Chicago, but after about 10 minutes, I started to notice a slight smell. She apologized as she’d been sweating a lot in the summer heat, hadn’t had a chance to bathe in a couple days, and obviously had no other clothes. I didn’t like the idea of embarrassing her in that way, but I also thought she should be spruced up a little. About a half-hour later, I made another stop at a gas station. I filled the tank and bought her some wet-wipes. Resuming the drive, I handed her the wet wipes. I explained that it'd be a long while before we could get her a shower, so she should climb into the back seat and clean herself up using the wet-wipes as best she could. She did so, and I flipped the rear-view mirror to the side in order to give her as much privacy as I could. Afterwards, she returned to the front, leaving a bag of soiled wet-wipes tied up on the floor in the back. Our conversation continued, and I found her to be an intelligent young woman who had a lot to say... plus, I was happy to have someone to keep me company on the journey. Around Toledo, I stopped and bought us some lunch. I had decided that I liked this girl, and felt sorry that she’d been foolish enough to lose her belongings. So, just for fun, I decided to give her a kind of "Pretty Woman" moment. After lunch, and without warning her, I took us to the Franklin Park Mall. I set her loose to pick out a couple outfits worth of clothing. (That sounds like it would have been really expensive, but it wasn’t too bad... plus, I was making a lot more money back then, so mindlessly spending a few dollars wasn't as big of a deal for me then as it is nowadays.) Georgia picked out a couple T's, a pair of capris, a pack of white socks, and a cheap 3-pack of panties. That’s when another thought struck me, so I asked her "Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?" She liked the idea but was floored when I then directed her to pick out a "little black dress". As we wandered through the stores, I paid and carried the bags for her, but I also directed her on some of what I wanted her to buy. As we were going to be dining out (and I didn't mean Arby's), I wanted her dressed nicely. At first, she thought it was strange, but she eventually got into it. Her LBD was form-fitting but flared out at the bottom. I also bought her a pair of heels, some make-up, and a cheaper pair of hoop earrings. Finally, I completed her outfit by picking out a small clutch purse for her, and included it with our purchases. (No, I’m not rich. However, I can be a little compulsive at times, so I did spend a lot more than I thought I would, but not so much that I couldn’t make due.) Finally, on our way out of the mall, we detoured through a Rite Aid where I let her get a toothbrush, hair brush, her favorite shampoo, and a few other necessities. Next, I got us a hotel room. No, I wasn't making presumptions. Granted, I did only get us the one room (as I had already spent way more than I'd expected to on this trip), but I made sure that it had 2 Queen-sized beds in it. We checked in, and I immediately directed her into the shower. She cleaned herself up, and emerged in a cloud of steam. She told me that she had half expected me to try to jump into the shower with her, but I told her that I wouldn't force myself on a woman... at least, not unless she asked me to. Now it was nearing the dinner hour, so I instructed her to "Get dressed. I'll be ready soon.", and went to take my shower. After dressing, I led her to the hotel lobby, and stopped to talk to the front desk. I asked Georgia what she wanted to eat, and she told me that she liked seafood. I asked the desk attendant for directions to a good seafood restaurant. He jotted down some quick directions on a post-it, and even offered to call ahead to make a reservation for me. I gratefully accepted and slipped him a tip. Leading Georgia out to the car, I noticed that she was now hanging on my arm. I was having fun, and I was glad she was too. We shared a nice long dinner, had a few drinks, and talked the entire time. Then, we went back to the room. I let her pick which bed she wanted to sleep in. I brushed my teeth, and then climbed into the other bed. I read for a bit while she was in the bathroom. She returned wearing a new t-shirt and panties. After flipping through the TV channels for a while, she decided to go to bed and crawled under the covers. I put down my book, killed the lights, and said good night. Through the darkness, she quietly said "Thank you." I told her that she was quite welcome, and asked if she was having a good time. She answered only with "Yes", to which I said I was glad. Settling in, I resigned myself to falling asleep. After several minutes of silence went by, I heard her start shuffling about under the sheets. Then, I felt her slip into the bed next to me. She pressed against my body hard and kissed me eagerly. Almost immediately, I noted that while her t-shirt was still on, her panties had disappeared. I didn't argue or protest... and I very quickly found my cock in her mouth. I was actually amazed that such a petite little woman could swallow me whole, but she did. I will freely admit that it’d been a while since a woman had done this for me it did not take me very long to finish. Hopping out of the bed, she bounced into the bathroom to rinse and then returned. Crawling back in, she laid next to me, rubbing her hands across my chest and whispering in my ear. Rising onto my elbow, I leaned over and kissed her lips deeply. Then, I allowed myself to move to her breasts... and eventually found my way down to kissing her other lips, where I proceeded to return the favor. I gently pawed at her thighs and bottom as my tongue explored her, and she became quiet and focused. After a time, her body flexed, and then she slapped me on top of the head. I sat up at the edge of the bed, and she crawled after me. Once more erect, I was ready for her, and she climbed into my lap. Holding her close as she rode me, we kissed and smiled and laughed playfully for a while. We changed positions a few times, and I eventually pushed her back down onto the bed where we ended up in a scissor position. She laid on her left side... her left leg trapped between mine, and her right leg being held aloft by my grip. Pulling on her thigh, it felt like I was pushing deeper into her with each thrust. Then, like a good girl, she announced "Oh God, I'm going to cum!" I released her leg, and she immediately hooked it around me and began using it to pull me closer. I took a firm grip on her right hip and ass cheek, and began thrusting rapidly. Apparently, that did it. She began clawing at the sheets, searching wildly for something to hang on to... and then, she stopped... her body quivering uncontrollably and a look of a half-moan/half-scream fell upon her face, but no sound was emerging. That look was enough to push me over the edge as well... and after a couple more thrusts, I exploded. Collapsing upon her, I kissed her and said "Thank you". Sliding to her side, I laid down to catch my breath. Without hesitation, she pulled up the sheet and curled into my side. Wrapping an arm around her, we fell asleep together. I was late to my training the next day, but I didn't care. In the morning, Georgia asked if she could stay with me while I was in Chicago. I agreed, and even promised to drive her the rest of the way home afterwards. We took our meals together, went out to see a couple movies, ... and for the remaining 3 nights that we were together, I was the most sexually satisfied man on the planet. After departing Chicago, we arrived at her parents’ house a little after lunch. I dropped her off directly in front of the house. We kissed and she thanked me for my generosity... and I thanked her for hers. Georgia hopped out of my car, and then gave me a big smile and a bubbly wave like a girl without a care in the world. And then, she was gone. It's about 14 years later, and even though we’ve never seen each other again... I think I can still remember how to get to her parents' house, because I didn't want to forget how to find her again. |
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