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ANOTHER FANTASY – the only thing real here is another set of pictures posted 9 years ago to XH with no names and no user to ask for more information. This stunning woman is shown in several images and it took a year to get a single comment, I guess that is the nature of this site. Anyway, I don’t know who she is, who posted it originally, but I sure have a twisted mind and she became part of it.
She lifted her skirt, “I should not be so lazy,” she said, “I really need a shave.” I stared at the slender V formed by her legs and saw her labia covered with a short dark stubble. I did not tell her she had given me a peek earlier when she was waking up. I was so aroused I didn’t wait for an invitation more that her exposing herself in my car and ran my hand up her thigh and pressed my fingers between them feeling her warm wet lips. She parted her legs and scooted her bare ass down to the edge of the seat giving me access as I fingered her pussy.
The musky scent of her perfume was overpowered by the scent of her arousal and my cock throbbed in her small hand as she ran it up and down my shaft. I wanted more than a hand job and I suspected she did as well. It was totally dark on the edge of town and not a car in sight. “I want you,” I said and she responded by opening the passenger door and stepping out. As I got out she leaned against the warm hood of the car spreading her legs. I walked behind her and ran my cock up and down her greasy slit as she humped back against me.
“This is un-fucking-believable,” I thought as I penetrated her from behind, not 6 hours ago I had met her and now I was fucking her beside the road. My mind floated back to the late afternoon with the sun shining into the car window and the glare had my eyes as fatigued as my ass from driving for 6 hours on US Interstate 80 headed west for San Francisco. I passed Laramie Wyoming without thinking of a stop so when I saw a sign for a rest stop a few miles NW of Laramie and pulled in to walk off the long miles and a pit stop.
The rest stop was all but deserted, which generally never happens on 80, but it was a Tuesday afternoon so I figured it was just a lull in the day and the week. After a brisk walk in the cool dry air I walked back to the car and saw a young woman standing alone on the sidewalk looking towards the ramp leading into the rest stop.
She was slender with long red hair (looked like her hair dresser got a bit too much red in the last mix) that swayed seductively in the afternoon breeze. She had her arms crossed in front of her and as I got near I could see her nipples poking out in protest to the 50 degree temperature. “Damn,” I thought, “those nubs are HUGE”.
I tried not to stare, but hey, I’m a guy, aren’t we supposed to notice such things? She was wearing a white thin tank top and there was no evidence of her wearing a bra, so go figure, “not dressed for cool weather,” I thought. I passed close by her, the scent of her perfume was intoxicating and I smiled and said, “Hello, airs a bit cool this afternoon.”
She smiled, shivered a bit, and said, “Yes, very chilly.” She had a strong southern accent, more of the SE US southern than the “out west” southern accent. I didn’t see another car anywhere so said, “Is everything okay, do you need me to call for help?”
“No,” she answered, “my brother just dropped me here and is trying to retrieve a suitcase that got sucked out of the back of the truck by a big rig truck. I think he had to find a turn around and go back a few miles. I had to use the restroom but it stinks so bad in there I can’t stand it.”
Now, being a 70 year old gentleman yet fearful of being labeled a creepy old man I hesitated to offer further assistance. But she was going to freeze to death in this wind. She had a short skirt, bare legs, and wearing sandals. With the 25 MPH wind and 50 degree temperature the wind chill was probably about 40 degrees. I couldn’t just leave her there, and she was right about the stench in the restrooms. I had stopped at this rest area many times and it was generally clean but this time there must have been plumbing problems.
So I risked being thought of as a dirty old man and said, “If you’d like to set in my car until you brother returns it is warm and out of the wind.”
She smiled again and nearly lunged at the door handle and slipped into the passenger side seat. I got in the passenger side and turned the key to open the window a bit as it was almost too warm closed up in the sun.
“Rachel,” the young woman said, “I really appreciate you being so kind sir.” She said in the always anticipated politeness from folks raised in the south. For some reason most young people from the south are all about “mam” and “sir” and she was no exception.
“Nice to meet you Rachel,” I said offering her my hand, “my name is Larry. Are you two headed on west then?” I asked to make conversation.
“Yes,” Rachel said, “I have a new job in Winnemucca Nevada.”
She was half turned in the seat looking into my eyes. I had stopped looking at her tits as her nipples and relaxed a bit and this close to her I didn’t want to be staring at them. She had beautiful green eyes and now that we were out of the wind her perfume filled the car with a subtle musky scent that I found very arousing. “Casino, is that where you are going to work?” I asked.
“My brother is, he is a black jack dealer, and a good one.” She said and then blushed a bit, “Um as far as my job, well it is hard for me to describe, sort of entertainment I suppose.”
I had been to Winnemucca, a fairly small town and pretty well known for a couple casinos and of course whore houses, well we are supposed to say brothels, but we all know what they are. I wanted to ask more but hesitated not knowing if I should get more details or just let it go. I heard a vehicle approaching from the east and looked up, it was a big 4-sheel drive pick-up truck and rumbling loudly as it came to a stop in the big rig parking across from us.
“Is that your brother?” I asked.
“He could only wish his truck looked like that, his is an old wreck I hope it gets us there in time. It broke down twice from New Orleans where we are coming from. Last time we lost two days waiting for a part, have you ever been stuck in Nebraska, BORING,” she said with another big smile.
The warm sun kept the car nice and toasty warm and I started getting sleepy, I was under no time constraint on my travel but I looked at my watch, it was nearly 4:00 PM and we had been in the car almost an hour.
“I have a job at a brothel,” Rachel blurted out blushing again, “I didn’t want to say it before, but I guess since that is going to be my job if I ever get there I just as well be honest.” She picked a strand of her red hair off her tits and twisted it around her finger and then looked for a place to drop it, I offered my trash bag and when she dropped it in her fingers touched mine, it was like an electrical current ran through us.
Her finger tips lingered on the back of my hand, soft and gentle, nothing sexual in her mind, but in mine all I could think about was her being a hooker at a whore house and her soft hand wrapped around my cock, now becoming erect in my loose fitting trousers.
“Ralph, my older brother, is the one that found me the job. He is 29, I am 25, we needed to get out of New Orleans because he couldn’t find work in the casinos there.” She said looking back towards the east, “I sure hope Ralph isn’t broke down somewhere.”
“Do you have a cell phone, can you call him?” I asked.
“He has one but I don’t, dumb huh?” She said picking at her perfectly manicured nails.
“If you know his number you can on my phone,” I said pulling it out and offering it to her.
“I hate to put you out,” Rachel said, “you have been so kind already.”
“It’s okay, at least you will know what is going on, please I would feel better if you called.” I insisted as I put the phone in her hand.
“I was 13 the last time I used a flip phone,” she said with a smile and punched in a number and pressed send. Following a short exchange she slowly closed the phone and held it in her hand, “that danged old truck,” she said with a scowl, “he is broke down about 15 miles east of here in some little town with a gas station and a bar. And knowing Ralph he has been in the bar since he got there and is just as happy drinking and telling lies to anyone that will listen.”
She began to cry holding her head in her hands and the phone slipped out of her hands and landed on her lap. “I just knew he’d fuck up my new job, he got in trouble in New Orleans with shady card dealing and got fired and now if I don’t get to Winnemucca tomorrow I will lose the job, damn…”
“Did he have the truck where it can be worked on?” I asked.
“Yes sir, he said it is some dang old thing with the front end, something about tie something broken.” Rachel said.
“Look,” I said, “I know you don’t know me but I am headed west anyway and I-80 runs right through Winnemucca, if you want a ride to there I would be happy to take you there. We could go back and get your suitcase,” I offered.
“That is the other thing, it was my suitcase that blew out and he can’t find it,” she said.
“Well then it is decided,” I said, “you can ride with me and we should be there before noon tomorrow.” I said. “Do you need to use the rest room before we start?” I asked.
“You are just too kind, no I am fine, are you sure I am not putting you out?” Rachel asked wiping tears out of her eyes.
I started the car and we drove back onto the interstate as the sun started to set in the west. Rachel reached beside the seat and tipped it back a bit, “I am just so tired, all the driving and worry, we are about out of money and now this,” she said.
“Just take a little rest Rachel,” I said tuning the radio to a station playing some old style country music, “hope you don’t mind oldie country music,” I said.
“I love it,” she said as she closed her eyes and in less than 5 minutes she was asleep. She moved her arms getting comfortable and in the process her skirt rode up and I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road as it was almost high enough for me to see her panties.
Darkness set in and I listened to the music on the AM station that had a great signal this far from anywhere. I was thinking about a young woman travelling across the country in desperation to take a job as a hooker. “What a shame,” I thought as I tried to focus on driving. I had been on the road since 8:00 AM and was pretty road weary as it approached 8:00 PM. I had tried to keep my eyes off Rachel’s bare legs and the raised skirt but my cock begged me to look again and again in case something else showed up.
An old George Jones song, “Finally Friday,” came on the station and I hear Rachel hum the tune, “I know this song,” she said as chipper as when I picked her up 4 hours before, “I love this song,” she said as she reached and turned it up as the chorus began and she sang, “It's finally Friday, I'm free again, I got my motor running for a wild weekend, It's finally Friday, I'm out of control…”
She looked over at me, her green eyes sparkling in the light of the instrument panel, “I never asked,” she said, “are you married? I don’t mean to be personal, but just hope having a wild woman in your car is not going to cause a problem.”
“I was,” I said, “but the marriage ended some years ago, so it is just me now.” I said trying not to get a pity party started with the loneliness I felt after 40 years of marriage and then a sudden break-up over stupid shit.
Rachel picked the phone up out of her lap where it had settled almost out of view from her skirt that I had been bird dogging as we drove. Her finger caught the edge of the skirt and for a brief instant I saw she wasn’t wearing panties and my cock begged me to take charge of this woman. She handed me the phone and again her fingers touched my hand and I felt that jolt of electricity pass through my hand again.
Her fingers linger again and when she removed her hand from mine she let it fall onto my thigh about half way up from my knee. I tried not to move, but having a woman touch me like that was not an everyday thing for me at my age. She rested her hand there as we continued west into the darkness.
I don’t know how long her hand was on my leg but I knew it felt so erotic, a touch so close, yet so far. “Would she raise it further?” I asked in my mind, “Would she touch my cock that had been hard for an hour?” I saw a sign for a convenience store ahead and flipped on the signal, “we need gas, and I could use a break, how about you?” I asked knowing I was stopping regardless of what she said.
My mind had been filled with lust since she got in my car and the scent of her perfume was burned into my brain and I had to be careful to get out of the car so I would show her my erection. “I could use a potty break,” Rachel said as I rolled to a stop under the bright lights of the station canopy. I looked over, her pussy was still exposed, I wasn’t sure if she knew or not but I tried not to stare.
“I’ll get gas and then come in for the restroom. Go to the snack bar and decide what you want, I’m buying so get something to eat, you must be starved, I know I am.” I said with authority so she knew we needn’t quibble about me buying her food.
I watched her slide out of the seat, one leg out and she tugged the skirt down to cover her pussy and then as she leaned out I could see her bare ass. “Damn that woman has a beautiful ass,” my cock screamed to my brain.
We picked out some ready made sandwiches and drinks and got back in the car and I pulled to the edge of the parking to eat. Rachel picked at the sandwich, “if that isn’t right for you I can get you another,” I said.
“No it looks great, I just need to watch my weight. My kind of work requires a certain look, if you know what I mean,” she said and smiled as she took a bite.
“Well one sandwich is not going to hurt you,” I said in a fatherly way.
I played the radio and Rachel hummed another old country tune, “Have you ever thought about being a singer?” I asked.
“I did once, I was in a band in high school, the girl singer,” she said, “but the road life was pretty rough. For some reason guys just think if you are on the road with them they can take turns with you in the bus.”
I decided to not pursue that line of discussion as I suspected she had a pretty rough life for being only 25. “My daddy died when I was 14, so Mom did the best she could but ended up turning tricks to feed my brother and me. Of course she did some d**gs too, real sad don’t you think?” she asked.
“So you left her behind?” I asked hating to speculate what the real story was.
“Naw, she over dosed before I was out of school and I guess I just fell into her occupation because being young the guys pay more. I never did d**gs though, and I never let them go bareback.” Rachel said sipping the diet soda she had picked out. “It is not such a bad life, it will be better at the ranch, they take good care of the girls and run security so no one gets beat up or robbed.”
“We better get back on the road,” I said, “need the rest room, I can pull up.”
“I’m good,” she said and leaned against the door. She looked exhausted, so was I, but I had planned on driving until well past midnight so I pulled out and headed back west. Her breathing became steady and I looked over seeing her hair fall gently across her face and wondered just how many years a young woman could sell herself before being all worn out.
It was about 2:00 AM when I pulled into a rest stop and locked the car and shut it off. I cracked the window a bit, the air was warmer now that we were in Nevada. I figured we had another 3 hours to Winnemucca so a little sleep was in order.
I leaned against my window and drifted off to sleep. I dreamed of driving, long hours of boredom and then a brightness came over me. I dreamed I was with a woman and I could feel her lips on the tip of my cock. The dream was so vivid I woke and looked down. I was shocked, Rachel’s head was in my lap and my cock was in her mouth.
She pulled off and slowly stroked my saliva coated cock, “You looked pretty uncomfortable with that hard on,” she said, “I think you have been hard since I got in your car yesterday.” She smiled and bent down and put her lips around the tip of my cock, I could feel her tongue make circles around the tip and then she sucked me as far into her mouth as she could.
In this seated position and behind the steering wheel there wasn’t much room. But she managed and before I could warn her I felt my cock erupt in her mouth. She took my full load, I felt her swallow, and then she cleaned me up with her tongue and lips before setting up. “Ummm, now that is a meal I love, not many calories in a load of cum,” she said and giggled.
“I know,” she said in a mocking tone, “hooker humor is pretty lame.”
I didn’t know what to say, thank you seemed lame, WOW seemed juvenile. I looked at her as she faced me and said exactly what was in my heart and mind, “It has been over 30 years since a woman gave me a blow job, I have never enjoyed one more.” I leaned over and pulled her to me and kissed her lips. I could taste my cum on her lips and probed with my tongue and she parted her lips. I broke the kiss and looked into those green eyes with what little light there was from the parking lot lights at the rest stop.
“You know us hookers have a rule about kissing,” Rachel said, “but you are so sweet I will break the rule for you, anytime.”
Once I was zipped back up I started the car and we made the final push to Winnemucca. The sky to the east was starting to show signs that the sun was reaching the horizon as we saw the sign ahead for our exit. I felt Rachel’s hand on my thigh again, I looked over in the pre-dawn light, she was so pretty and yet I felt so sad that the life she had ahead was not some story book thing. No knight in shining armor to come and rescue her.
I slowed to a stop and turned to go into town and Rachel said, “Please pull over her, right there,” and she pointed to an approach to a long dirt road that headed into the desert.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, “I hope that sandwich didn’t make you sick.” I said with concern.
“Everything is fine Larry,” she said and bent to kiss me. Her hand moved to my cock again and she rubbed it bringing it back to life. “I want to pay you for your kindness,” she said and unzipped me again.
“You don’t need to,” I said but wanted her to none the less.
It was at this point that we ended up outside the car, my cock was so hard as I penetrated her. I told her I didn’t have a condom, “I broke the kissing rule, I am going to break the bare back rule because I trust you.” She had said.
I pushed my cock all the way inside her and found her to be tighter than I expected, with 5 or 6 years of hooking I figured she be loose, but then she was so fit that it was no wonder. I put my hands on her hips under her skirt and began thrusting into her. She moaned, and no fake hooker moan, I was hitting the spot and she wasn’t afraid to let me know it.
I had no illusions about bringing her to an orgasm, in her line of work I was sure that was something that happened very rarely. She pushed back to meet my thrusts yet I didn’t feel she was in a hurry to finish. I stopped and pulled out. She looked back at me with a questioning look.
I turned her around and pushed her up against the car. I stepped into her and pushed her onto the edge of the car and penetrated her from the front. “I hope this is okay,” I said as I thrust into her rubbing my cock shaft against her clit. “I think this is so much more personal and since you are breaking all your rules I am sure you won’t mind.”
She responded by raising her legs and putting them around my waist giving me full access and I thrust into her riding her clit on every thrust. She put her head against my chest and moaned with pleasure. Then without any prompting she pulled back and pulled off her tank top exposing her beautiful tits and I mauled them as I continued pumping my cock into her hole.
Then I felt my balls turn and knew I was close and as I shot my first load of cum into her pussy I felt her muscles grip my cock and then another, she moaned deeply and looked into my eyes, “Oh fuck Larry,” she said in a course whisper, “no man has made me cum like that,” and she hugged me and rode out her orgasm with me buried deep inside her.
We stood locked in a carnal embrace as the sun come up over the eastern horizon and as I pulled out I felt our mingled fluids follow my cock out and run onto the ground. I helped her down off the car and she moved to a big rock and sat down. We were both still out of breath and as we recovered she said, “Not very lady like,” she said looking up at me, “but I gotta pee,” and she squatted beside the rock and let go with a strong stream. I looked away and she said, “Oh aren’t you an old school gentleman? Most of my johns would be over her trying to play in my pee,” she said with a giggle.
I was totally sexually spent, the blow job and the magnificent fuck against the car was beyond any fantasy I may have ever thought up. As we got back in the car and headed into town the sun was up and shining through the back window, nearly blinding me in the rear view mirrors and I shut the radio off. The station we had listened to through the night was gone to static and I simply wanted to ride in the quiet morning.
Rachel looked over at me, “Are you okay Larry?” she asked, “you look sad.”
“I’m okay, I just hate the thought of the life you are living,” I said looking at her.
“I am a survivor,” Rachel said, “I am told I will make six figures the first year and very little expense and the risk is pretty low. I could make more on my own but then the risk is beyond what I can accept.”
As I pulled up to what was called a ranch, which it wasn’t Rachel fluffed up her hair a bit, “hope I look okay,” she said, “without you I’d be stuck at the rest stop until some picked me up.” She leaned over and kissed me in a long tender kiss. It was not a passionate kiss intended to fan the flames of desire, it seemed more like a kiss of gratitude and appreciation.
I handed her my card with my cell phone number on it, “call me sometime, let me know how you are doing,” I said as she got out of the car and made her way to a red door in the center of the building. I continued on my drive to San Francisco. I stopped at a motel in the middle of the day. I needed a shower and some sleep. I came out of the bathroom and saw a message on my phone, it was from Rachel, “borrowed a cell phone, thank you again,” and it had a picture attached and it made me smile.
She lifted her skirt, “I should not be so lazy,” she said, “I really need a shave.” I stared at the slender V formed by her legs and saw her labia covered with a short dark stubble. I did not tell her she had given me a peek earlier when she was waking up. I was so aroused I didn’t wait for an invitation more that her exposing herself in my car and ran my hand up her thigh and pressed my fingers between them feeling her warm wet lips. She parted her legs and scooted her bare ass down to the edge of the seat giving me access as I fingered her pussy.
The musky scent of her perfume was overpowered by the scent of her arousal and my cock throbbed in her small hand as she ran it up and down my shaft. I wanted more than a hand job and I suspected she did as well. It was totally dark on the edge of town and not a car in sight. “I want you,” I said and she responded by opening the passenger door and stepping out. As I got out she leaned against the warm hood of the car spreading her legs. I walked behind her and ran my cock up and down her greasy slit as she humped back against me.
“This is un-fucking-believable,” I thought as I penetrated her from behind, not 6 hours ago I had met her and now I was fucking her beside the road. My mind floated back to the late afternoon with the sun shining into the car window and the glare had my eyes as fatigued as my ass from driving for 6 hours on US Interstate 80 headed west for San Francisco. I passed Laramie Wyoming without thinking of a stop so when I saw a sign for a rest stop a few miles NW of Laramie and pulled in to walk off the long miles and a pit stop.
The rest stop was all but deserted, which generally never happens on 80, but it was a Tuesday afternoon so I figured it was just a lull in the day and the week. After a brisk walk in the cool dry air I walked back to the car and saw a young woman standing alone on the sidewalk looking towards the ramp leading into the rest stop.
She was slender with long red hair (looked like her hair dresser got a bit too much red in the last mix) that swayed seductively in the afternoon breeze. She had her arms crossed in front of her and as I got near I could see her nipples poking out in protest to the 50 degree temperature. “Damn,” I thought, “those nubs are HUGE”.
I tried not to stare, but hey, I’m a guy, aren’t we supposed to notice such things? She was wearing a white thin tank top and there was no evidence of her wearing a bra, so go figure, “not dressed for cool weather,” I thought. I passed close by her, the scent of her perfume was intoxicating and I smiled and said, “Hello, airs a bit cool this afternoon.”
She smiled, shivered a bit, and said, “Yes, very chilly.” She had a strong southern accent, more of the SE US southern than the “out west” southern accent. I didn’t see another car anywhere so said, “Is everything okay, do you need me to call for help?”
“No,” she answered, “my brother just dropped me here and is trying to retrieve a suitcase that got sucked out of the back of the truck by a big rig truck. I think he had to find a turn around and go back a few miles. I had to use the restroom but it stinks so bad in there I can’t stand it.”
Now, being a 70 year old gentleman yet fearful of being labeled a creepy old man I hesitated to offer further assistance. But she was going to freeze to death in this wind. She had a short skirt, bare legs, and wearing sandals. With the 25 MPH wind and 50 degree temperature the wind chill was probably about 40 degrees. I couldn’t just leave her there, and she was right about the stench in the restrooms. I had stopped at this rest area many times and it was generally clean but this time there must have been plumbing problems.
So I risked being thought of as a dirty old man and said, “If you’d like to set in my car until you brother returns it is warm and out of the wind.”
She smiled again and nearly lunged at the door handle and slipped into the passenger side seat. I got in the passenger side and turned the key to open the window a bit as it was almost too warm closed up in the sun.
“Rachel,” the young woman said, “I really appreciate you being so kind sir.” She said in the always anticipated politeness from folks raised in the south. For some reason most young people from the south are all about “mam” and “sir” and she was no exception.
“Nice to meet you Rachel,” I said offering her my hand, “my name is Larry. Are you two headed on west then?” I asked to make conversation.
“Yes,” Rachel said, “I have a new job in Winnemucca Nevada.”
She was half turned in the seat looking into my eyes. I had stopped looking at her tits as her nipples and relaxed a bit and this close to her I didn’t want to be staring at them. She had beautiful green eyes and now that we were out of the wind her perfume filled the car with a subtle musky scent that I found very arousing. “Casino, is that where you are going to work?” I asked.
“My brother is, he is a black jack dealer, and a good one.” She said and then blushed a bit, “Um as far as my job, well it is hard for me to describe, sort of entertainment I suppose.”
I had been to Winnemucca, a fairly small town and pretty well known for a couple casinos and of course whore houses, well we are supposed to say brothels, but we all know what they are. I wanted to ask more but hesitated not knowing if I should get more details or just let it go. I heard a vehicle approaching from the east and looked up, it was a big 4-sheel drive pick-up truck and rumbling loudly as it came to a stop in the big rig parking across from us.
“Is that your brother?” I asked.
“He could only wish his truck looked like that, his is an old wreck I hope it gets us there in time. It broke down twice from New Orleans where we are coming from. Last time we lost two days waiting for a part, have you ever been stuck in Nebraska, BORING,” she said with another big smile.
The warm sun kept the car nice and toasty warm and I started getting sleepy, I was under no time constraint on my travel but I looked at my watch, it was nearly 4:00 PM and we had been in the car almost an hour.
“I have a job at a brothel,” Rachel blurted out blushing again, “I didn’t want to say it before, but I guess since that is going to be my job if I ever get there I just as well be honest.” She picked a strand of her red hair off her tits and twisted it around her finger and then looked for a place to drop it, I offered my trash bag and when she dropped it in her fingers touched mine, it was like an electrical current ran through us.
Her finger tips lingered on the back of my hand, soft and gentle, nothing sexual in her mind, but in mine all I could think about was her being a hooker at a whore house and her soft hand wrapped around my cock, now becoming erect in my loose fitting trousers.
“Ralph, my older brother, is the one that found me the job. He is 29, I am 25, we needed to get out of New Orleans because he couldn’t find work in the casinos there.” She said looking back towards the east, “I sure hope Ralph isn’t broke down somewhere.”
“Do you have a cell phone, can you call him?” I asked.
“He has one but I don’t, dumb huh?” She said picking at her perfectly manicured nails.
“If you know his number you can on my phone,” I said pulling it out and offering it to her.
“I hate to put you out,” Rachel said, “you have been so kind already.”
“It’s okay, at least you will know what is going on, please I would feel better if you called.” I insisted as I put the phone in her hand.
“I was 13 the last time I used a flip phone,” she said with a smile and punched in a number and pressed send. Following a short exchange she slowly closed the phone and held it in her hand, “that danged old truck,” she said with a scowl, “he is broke down about 15 miles east of here in some little town with a gas station and a bar. And knowing Ralph he has been in the bar since he got there and is just as happy drinking and telling lies to anyone that will listen.”
She began to cry holding her head in her hands and the phone slipped out of her hands and landed on her lap. “I just knew he’d fuck up my new job, he got in trouble in New Orleans with shady card dealing and got fired and now if I don’t get to Winnemucca tomorrow I will lose the job, damn…”
“Did he have the truck where it can be worked on?” I asked.
“Yes sir, he said it is some dang old thing with the front end, something about tie something broken.” Rachel said.
“Look,” I said, “I know you don’t know me but I am headed west anyway and I-80 runs right through Winnemucca, if you want a ride to there I would be happy to take you there. We could go back and get your suitcase,” I offered.
“That is the other thing, it was my suitcase that blew out and he can’t find it,” she said.
“Well then it is decided,” I said, “you can ride with me and we should be there before noon tomorrow.” I said. “Do you need to use the rest room before we start?” I asked.
“You are just too kind, no I am fine, are you sure I am not putting you out?” Rachel asked wiping tears out of her eyes.
I started the car and we drove back onto the interstate as the sun started to set in the west. Rachel reached beside the seat and tipped it back a bit, “I am just so tired, all the driving and worry, we are about out of money and now this,” she said.
“Just take a little rest Rachel,” I said tuning the radio to a station playing some old style country music, “hope you don’t mind oldie country music,” I said.
“I love it,” she said as she closed her eyes and in less than 5 minutes she was asleep. She moved her arms getting comfortable and in the process her skirt rode up and I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road as it was almost high enough for me to see her panties.
Darkness set in and I listened to the music on the AM station that had a great signal this far from anywhere. I was thinking about a young woman travelling across the country in desperation to take a job as a hooker. “What a shame,” I thought as I tried to focus on driving. I had been on the road since 8:00 AM and was pretty road weary as it approached 8:00 PM. I had tried to keep my eyes off Rachel’s bare legs and the raised skirt but my cock begged me to look again and again in case something else showed up.
An old George Jones song, “Finally Friday,” came on the station and I hear Rachel hum the tune, “I know this song,” she said as chipper as when I picked her up 4 hours before, “I love this song,” she said as she reached and turned it up as the chorus began and she sang, “It's finally Friday, I'm free again, I got my motor running for a wild weekend, It's finally Friday, I'm out of control…”
She looked over at me, her green eyes sparkling in the light of the instrument panel, “I never asked,” she said, “are you married? I don’t mean to be personal, but just hope having a wild woman in your car is not going to cause a problem.”
“I was,” I said, “but the marriage ended some years ago, so it is just me now.” I said trying not to get a pity party started with the loneliness I felt after 40 years of marriage and then a sudden break-up over stupid shit.
Rachel picked the phone up out of her lap where it had settled almost out of view from her skirt that I had been bird dogging as we drove. Her finger caught the edge of the skirt and for a brief instant I saw she wasn’t wearing panties and my cock begged me to take charge of this woman. She handed me the phone and again her fingers touched my hand and I felt that jolt of electricity pass through my hand again.
Her fingers linger again and when she removed her hand from mine she let it fall onto my thigh about half way up from my knee. I tried not to move, but having a woman touch me like that was not an everyday thing for me at my age. She rested her hand there as we continued west into the darkness.
I don’t know how long her hand was on my leg but I knew it felt so erotic, a touch so close, yet so far. “Would she raise it further?” I asked in my mind, “Would she touch my cock that had been hard for an hour?” I saw a sign for a convenience store ahead and flipped on the signal, “we need gas, and I could use a break, how about you?” I asked knowing I was stopping regardless of what she said.
My mind had been filled with lust since she got in my car and the scent of her perfume was burned into my brain and I had to be careful to get out of the car so I would show her my erection. “I could use a potty break,” Rachel said as I rolled to a stop under the bright lights of the station canopy. I looked over, her pussy was still exposed, I wasn’t sure if she knew or not but I tried not to stare.
“I’ll get gas and then come in for the restroom. Go to the snack bar and decide what you want, I’m buying so get something to eat, you must be starved, I know I am.” I said with authority so she knew we needn’t quibble about me buying her food.
I watched her slide out of the seat, one leg out and she tugged the skirt down to cover her pussy and then as she leaned out I could see her bare ass. “Damn that woman has a beautiful ass,” my cock screamed to my brain.
We picked out some ready made sandwiches and drinks and got back in the car and I pulled to the edge of the parking to eat. Rachel picked at the sandwich, “if that isn’t right for you I can get you another,” I said.
“No it looks great, I just need to watch my weight. My kind of work requires a certain look, if you know what I mean,” she said and smiled as she took a bite.
“Well one sandwich is not going to hurt you,” I said in a fatherly way.
I played the radio and Rachel hummed another old country tune, “Have you ever thought about being a singer?” I asked.
“I did once, I was in a band in high school, the girl singer,” she said, “but the road life was pretty rough. For some reason guys just think if you are on the road with them they can take turns with you in the bus.”
I decided to not pursue that line of discussion as I suspected she had a pretty rough life for being only 25. “My daddy died when I was 14, so Mom did the best she could but ended up turning tricks to feed my brother and me. Of course she did some d**gs too, real sad don’t you think?” she asked.
“So you left her behind?” I asked hating to speculate what the real story was.
“Naw, she over dosed before I was out of school and I guess I just fell into her occupation because being young the guys pay more. I never did d**gs though, and I never let them go bareback.” Rachel said sipping the diet soda she had picked out. “It is not such a bad life, it will be better at the ranch, they take good care of the girls and run security so no one gets beat up or robbed.”
“We better get back on the road,” I said, “need the rest room, I can pull up.”
“I’m good,” she said and leaned against the door. She looked exhausted, so was I, but I had planned on driving until well past midnight so I pulled out and headed back west. Her breathing became steady and I looked over seeing her hair fall gently across her face and wondered just how many years a young woman could sell herself before being all worn out.
It was about 2:00 AM when I pulled into a rest stop and locked the car and shut it off. I cracked the window a bit, the air was warmer now that we were in Nevada. I figured we had another 3 hours to Winnemucca so a little sleep was in order.
I leaned against my window and drifted off to sleep. I dreamed of driving, long hours of boredom and then a brightness came over me. I dreamed I was with a woman and I could feel her lips on the tip of my cock. The dream was so vivid I woke and looked down. I was shocked, Rachel’s head was in my lap and my cock was in her mouth.
She pulled off and slowly stroked my saliva coated cock, “You looked pretty uncomfortable with that hard on,” she said, “I think you have been hard since I got in your car yesterday.” She smiled and bent down and put her lips around the tip of my cock, I could feel her tongue make circles around the tip and then she sucked me as far into her mouth as she could.
In this seated position and behind the steering wheel there wasn’t much room. But she managed and before I could warn her I felt my cock erupt in her mouth. She took my full load, I felt her swallow, and then she cleaned me up with her tongue and lips before setting up. “Ummm, now that is a meal I love, not many calories in a load of cum,” she said and giggled.
“I know,” she said in a mocking tone, “hooker humor is pretty lame.”
I didn’t know what to say, thank you seemed lame, WOW seemed juvenile. I looked at her as she faced me and said exactly what was in my heart and mind, “It has been over 30 years since a woman gave me a blow job, I have never enjoyed one more.” I leaned over and pulled her to me and kissed her lips. I could taste my cum on her lips and probed with my tongue and she parted her lips. I broke the kiss and looked into those green eyes with what little light there was from the parking lot lights at the rest stop.
“You know us hookers have a rule about kissing,” Rachel said, “but you are so sweet I will break the rule for you, anytime.”
Once I was zipped back up I started the car and we made the final push to Winnemucca. The sky to the east was starting to show signs that the sun was reaching the horizon as we saw the sign ahead for our exit. I felt Rachel’s hand on my thigh again, I looked over in the pre-dawn light, she was so pretty and yet I felt so sad that the life she had ahead was not some story book thing. No knight in shining armor to come and rescue her.
I slowed to a stop and turned to go into town and Rachel said, “Please pull over her, right there,” and she pointed to an approach to a long dirt road that headed into the desert.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, “I hope that sandwich didn’t make you sick.” I said with concern.
“Everything is fine Larry,” she said and bent to kiss me. Her hand moved to my cock again and she rubbed it bringing it back to life. “I want to pay you for your kindness,” she said and unzipped me again.
“You don’t need to,” I said but wanted her to none the less.
It was at this point that we ended up outside the car, my cock was so hard as I penetrated her. I told her I didn’t have a condom, “I broke the kissing rule, I am going to break the bare back rule because I trust you.” She had said.
I pushed my cock all the way inside her and found her to be tighter than I expected, with 5 or 6 years of hooking I figured she be loose, but then she was so fit that it was no wonder. I put my hands on her hips under her skirt and began thrusting into her. She moaned, and no fake hooker moan, I was hitting the spot and she wasn’t afraid to let me know it.
I had no illusions about bringing her to an orgasm, in her line of work I was sure that was something that happened very rarely. She pushed back to meet my thrusts yet I didn’t feel she was in a hurry to finish. I stopped and pulled out. She looked back at me with a questioning look.
I turned her around and pushed her up against the car. I stepped into her and pushed her onto the edge of the car and penetrated her from the front. “I hope this is okay,” I said as I thrust into her rubbing my cock shaft against her clit. “I think this is so much more personal and since you are breaking all your rules I am sure you won’t mind.”
She responded by raising her legs and putting them around my waist giving me full access and I thrust into her riding her clit on every thrust. She put her head against my chest and moaned with pleasure. Then without any prompting she pulled back and pulled off her tank top exposing her beautiful tits and I mauled them as I continued pumping my cock into her hole.
Then I felt my balls turn and knew I was close and as I shot my first load of cum into her pussy I felt her muscles grip my cock and then another, she moaned deeply and looked into my eyes, “Oh fuck Larry,” she said in a course whisper, “no man has made me cum like that,” and she hugged me and rode out her orgasm with me buried deep inside her.
We stood locked in a carnal embrace as the sun come up over the eastern horizon and as I pulled out I felt our mingled fluids follow my cock out and run onto the ground. I helped her down off the car and she moved to a big rock and sat down. We were both still out of breath and as we recovered she said, “Not very lady like,” she said looking up at me, “but I gotta pee,” and she squatted beside the rock and let go with a strong stream. I looked away and she said, “Oh aren’t you an old school gentleman? Most of my johns would be over her trying to play in my pee,” she said with a giggle.
I was totally sexually spent, the blow job and the magnificent fuck against the car was beyond any fantasy I may have ever thought up. As we got back in the car and headed into town the sun was up and shining through the back window, nearly blinding me in the rear view mirrors and I shut the radio off. The station we had listened to through the night was gone to static and I simply wanted to ride in the quiet morning.
Rachel looked over at me, “Are you okay Larry?” she asked, “you look sad.”
“I’m okay, I just hate the thought of the life you are living,” I said looking at her.
“I am a survivor,” Rachel said, “I am told I will make six figures the first year and very little expense and the risk is pretty low. I could make more on my own but then the risk is beyond what I can accept.”
As I pulled up to what was called a ranch, which it wasn’t Rachel fluffed up her hair a bit, “hope I look okay,” she said, “without you I’d be stuck at the rest stop until some picked me up.” She leaned over and kissed me in a long tender kiss. It was not a passionate kiss intended to fan the flames of desire, it seemed more like a kiss of gratitude and appreciation.
I handed her my card with my cell phone number on it, “call me sometime, let me know how you are doing,” I said as she got out of the car and made her way to a red door in the center of the building. I continued on my drive to San Francisco. I stopped at a motel in the middle of the day. I needed a shower and some sleep. I came out of the bathroom and saw a message on my phone, it was from Rachel, “borrowed a cell phone, thank you again,” and it had a picture attached and it made me smile.
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