The Hitchhiker Chapter 9 Playing Hooky With Jessica
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Present Day “Are you boys ready to go?” called out Jessica Parnell, standing at the bottom of the steps. “Coming, Mom!” came back a loud yell from down the hallway to the bedrooms. Jessica continued standing at the foot of the steps, waiting for her sons to come down, and was on the verge of summoning them a second time when she stopped. One of the bedroom doors opened with a crash and then came a thunder of feet as her two teenage sons rumbled down the hall and down the stairs. “We’re...
Mary Ann said, “We’re OK but it’s been a long day and I need some alone time with Tony right now.” Jessica looked at her face and said, “I understand, have a good night sweet girl.” We went into her room, closed the door and lay down in bed. I took her in my arms and the tears really started to flow. “I’m so sad right now Tony,” she said between sobs. “You haven’t done anything wrong and it’s not your fault but I’m still so sad. Please just hold me tight for a while.” My heart ached as...
The weatherman on the radio was calling for rain as the truck pulled to the shoulder of the road. The old man's eyes held a smile for the hitchhiker as he said. "You know that I still have almost two hundred miles to go, but I'm a little heavy, I got to by-pass some scales up the road. I'm sleepy and it would help if I had somebody to talk to, you are welcome to ride." Hitchhiking was his only way to travel during the great depression, he knew about staying on the main roads, so he added....
Early in the spring of 1977, on a sunny Saturday afternoon, my young bride and I (Our first anniversary and her twenty-first birthday was still a few months away, in June. I had just recently turned thirty-three.) drove to Pomona for a portable TV that was on sale and then the plan was an early dinner prior to us going home to get ready for Game Night. By now the 'Game' was a regular weekend activity that we had successfully played at least a dozen times. She had taken the opportunity to...
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By MuhabbaThis story is based on the idea Chloe Moretz isn’t a celebrity.His name was Dave Foster and he was a traveling vacuum cleaner salesman. (Oops. “Retail Associate Salesperson” the last seminar he had to attend told him) Basically he travelled around in his hatchback giving live demos of his company’s “Rainbow Lite” vacuum cleaners. He would provide quick demos at trade shows, retail outlets and in peoples’ homes by appointment. He had a pretty good base salary and a more than decent...
Heather was out driving to clear her head. She had just caught her best girlfriend and lover fucking a total stranger and her dog Saxon. The beautiful sunny day was doing wonders for Heather’s disposition, as well as the heady freedom of driving down the highway with no particular place to go right in the middle of the week. She had never run off from her responsibilities like this before, and she was enjoying the rush of excitement that was now pumping through her veins. Anything could...
The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons alive or deceased is purely coincidental. All participants are over the age of 18. A minor descriptive portion of this has been taken from my previous story, “Busty Amazon Hitchhiker”. The rest of the story is new with a different plotline. “What the fuck?” I thought to myself as I spied the woman hitchhiking at the side of the road. I’d never seen anybody hitchhiking in this spot on the edge of town. Geez, I hadn’t seen anybody...
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Copyright © 2016 Jax_Teller By Jax_Teller The saga begins > http://www.sexstories.com/story/77442/ The Continuing Saga Of Jessica Chapter Four A Sunday morning of a three day week end was always interesting with people taking inventory of who ended up with who, who did what crazy thing, who would head out, who would say fuck it and stay another day. This morning was no different in that there was a lot of story telling and it seemed like with no fights or harsh...
FIVE Jessica’s new love for sucking her brother’s cock, anyone’s cock for that matter, had her feeling the need for more cock to help satisfy her need and love for becoming a cock sucking slut. She also wanted to explore her new found need to be naked in front of men. Jessica love how those men at the party lusted after her with their eyes when she was naked in front of them. Grabbing the newspaper she looked in the want ads section for nude dancers and already she could feel her pussy...
I am a bisexual, married white man in my fifties, and although I prefer to suck and fuck a nice juicy pussy, I still like to suck cock and balls and swallow cum every now and then. I started down this path about ten years ago; reading cuckold and creampie stories, and slowly developed an interest in sucking cock. The stories about hung studs fucking a cuckold’s wife were fascinating, especially when the husband sucks up all their combined juices, and then even sucks the stud’s cock. The...
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The sun was setting and soon the sky would start to darken. For the next twenty minutes the two girls pranced around as Annie and I admired their beauty. They tossed a Frisbee I had brought in my back pack, played chase, wrestled and in between chatted with Annie and I. They knew quite well that they were being watched, and after a few initial awkward moments they settled in and put on quite a show. The shirts clearly displayed their breasts, with Jessica essentially naked from the waist up...
Saturday arrived and Katy showed up at Jessica's doorstep at about seven. It was a lovely evening: not too hot, with the sun just beginning to set. Feeling more summery than usual, Katy wore a seafoam green-colored halter-top to match the sheer bra and panties she had on underneath, and a black mini-skirt. It was Walter however, who answered the door, and Katy found him looking particularly hunky in a powder blue dress shirt and pair of off white chinos. Walter was also without socks or...
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The expert manner in which Jessica had manipulated this scene, and my body, were as always a source of wonder to me. Without knowing it, she was skilled well beyond her years. Was it any wonder I loved this little girl? I shifted my position so I could look into Jessica's face, and I was met with sparkling dark eyes and a warm smile which turned into a look of mock disappointment when my movement caused her finger to slip out of me. Turning back to Amy, I placed a hand under each of her...
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Men turned to look when Jessica walked by. They could tell with a glance she was a hot bodied wild one. Dressed in tight jean shorts and a low cut top that put all she had on display. Those who cared to look down from the blonde’s tightly packed cleavage would see that the elaborate ink work of a cherry tree tattoo wound way up her exposed thigh ending somewhere beyond the cut of her jean shorts. Reaching her destination Jessica found herself in one of the less visited branches of the Sunny...
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We brushed snow off each other in the big mud room off the kitchen. As I hung my overcoat on one of the familiar wooden pegs I could already smell the wonderful smells coming from inside the house. Jessica took off her hat and fluffed her blonde hair with her fingers. She moved into my arms. I felt that she belonged there and I was home. "Ready?" I nodded and smiled. She smiled back and kissed me. It was quick but it held a lot of promise. Up to this point our emotions had been running...
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Awards shows are always a big deal for us agents. Sure, they are a mixed blessing with all the preparations in getting your star (or stars) ready for the big night, but the payoff comes when they come home with those nice shiny statues that mean bigger and better things for their careers, and our wallets. One of the firms hottest clients and a quickly rising star is Jessica Alba. We had initially taken her on as a "little fish". Basically a bit part actress. But then when she interviewed...
Am I crazy? I sat in a large overstuffed brown leather arm chair outside a door marked "employees only" waiting for Jessica. Second thoughts? Oh yes. Once I was alone all those memories of our time together came rushing back. Sure, we were like that line from that Eagles' song, "Life in the Fast lane". "They had one thing in common they were good in bed..." At twenty two that seemed enough. A couple of weeks after we were engaged on Christmas Eve 2001, we moved into an upscale...
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March 3, 1989, Chicago, Illinois Carla Rizzi stood on the sidewalk, holding the hand of a little girl beside her. Carla looked more or less the same as she had the last time I’d seen her, and the little girl, who had to be Rachel, was the spitting image of her mother. In a sense, that was a relief, because if she’d looked anything like my mom or my sister, I’d have been worried. “Steve, this is Rachel. Rachel, this is my friend Mr. Adams.” “Hi Mr. Adams,” she said. I almost gave my...
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"Hi! This is Jessica. I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as possible..." I waited for the voice mail connection and promptly forgot what I wanted to say. "Uh, hi. It's John, from last Thursday? Anyway, I was wondering if you'd be free this evening. Not free, uh ... I mean, available? For a date? Um ... Maybe I'll email you. Shoot. But if you want to call me back, my number is..." I hung up the phone feeling like...
December 20, 1988, Chicago, Illinois “I didn’t know doctors made house calls these days,” I chuckled. “We usually don’t,” Doctor Robertson said. “But Al didn’t want Jessica at the hospital.” “That’s right,” Al Barton said. “She doesn’t need hospitalization and I suspect you know that the hospital is worse than a High School locker room for gossip.” “So I’ve heard,” I said, shifting my eyes to Alicia. It was just after 9:00pm on Tuesday, and Al Barton, Doctor Robertson, and Doctor Franco,...
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One Friday morning, last winter, I was running errands while the kids were in school. It was cold out, and a light snow was falling. As I was driving to the store to do some food shopping, I noticed this guy hitchhiking on the side of the road. I normally don't stop to pick up guys thumbing, but he was young, maybe 20 or 21. I could tell that he was freezing, and, being a mom, I felt bad for him. When he got in my car, he was shaking, and his face was red from the wind. "Cold out, huh?" I...
MILFThis story is fictional, relating to a teenage girls discovery of sexuality. Chapter 1.Chapter 1 - Jessica'Hi Grandpa' I said, walking in through the front door of my grandparents house, as I saw him walking from the kitchen, through the small hallway about to go into the livingroom, with a cup of coffee in his hand. I'm Jessica, a teen with mousey shoulder long hair, and blue eyes, returning from school that day.My Grandpa, Mike, is around 60, semi-retired from work, and a close friend of...
Where in the hell does the time go thought Don when he was leaving school at the end of another school year. It was hard for him to accept that a year had gone by since Joyce had left to move to Southern Illinois. To Don it was a good new bad news school year. The good news was that his basketball team had won the conference title and then in the State tournament they won District but lost in the Sectional final. The bad news was that he hadn’t yet found anyone to replace Joyce as a lover....
My dark thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the elevator. Pru came walking out and headed for the "employees only" door. When she spotted me she changed course and her smile seemed to light up the room. She was beautiful and the way she filled out that green wool dress would make any man's heart beat faster. She was probably in her early twenties, perhaps just out of college, about five seven, but much taller in heels. "Hi Marine ... Nice to see you again so soon." She sat on...
November 23, 2004 Dear Jessica, I was surprised ... no astonished to get your letter after all this time. I really never expected to hear from you again. I'm sorry this letter was so long in coming but it took at least a month to catch up to me and then before I got a chance to respond, I was called away for a couple of weeks. I hope you are doing well. And now to the hard part... I was equally astonished when you told me that you had never stopped loving me and that you missed me every...
March 22, 1989, Chicago, Illinois “Steve, you have to come see this!” Elyse called from the great room. “What’s up?” I asked walking in. “They had a clip on CNN, but I switched over to ESPN. Some hockey player had his jugular vein and carotid artery sliced by a skate on the ice.” “That’s pretty much fatal,” Jessica said. “Maybe if you had a trauma surgeon right there...” “He lived,” Elyse said. “They don’t have too many more details, but the team doctor and some other doctors stabilized...
The black car pulled up to the United Nations building and came to a stop. Across the street angry protesters picketed against the war in Iraq, while in the distance came the bustling sounds of one of the most populated cities in the world, coming to life. The driver opened the door and a man got out. He was carrying a black briefcase that was chained to his wrist. He walked towards the main doors of the building. Ambassador Joshua Chandler strolled into the United Nations building, passing...
Chapter 1 - Jessica 'Hi Grandpa' I said, walking in through the front door of my grandparents house, as I saw him walking from the kitchen, through the small hallway about to go into the livingroom, with a cup of coffee in his hand. I'm Jessica, a teen with mousey shoulder long hair, and blue eyes, returning from school that day. My Grandpa, Mike, is around 60, semi-retired from work, and a close friend of mine, as well as a relative. 'Hi honey' he says with a smile. We walk through to the...
TabooTWO That Saturday during dinner Tim told his parent he’d be going out to a movie and he asked Jessica if she would like to go if she wasn’t doing anything. Jessica told him she would love to. Once inside the car Jessica told him she hoped it was to a drive-in so she could suck his cock during the movie and Tim told her of course. She reached up the leg of his shorts and started getting his cock ready for her...
TWO That Saturday during dinner Tim told his parent he’d be going out to a movie and he asked Jessica if she would like to go if she wasn’t doing anything. Jessica told him she would love to. Once inside the car Jessica told him she hoped it was to a drive-in so she could suck his cock during the movie and Tim told her of course. She reached up the leg of his shorts and started getting his cock ready for her mouth. She had not been able to suck him off even once today due to their...
February 10, 1989, To and from Lewiston, Maine Every minute took me closer to Jessica. As the miles fell away, listening to an ‘alternative rock’ station which Abbie had suggested, I thought about the previous night. Abbie had stayed until about 5:45am, when she’d left to go to her room so she could shower and dress. I’d gone down to breakfast, and she’d acted as if nothing had happened the previous night, most likely due to her parents’ presence. She’d simply waved and said goodbye when I...
Shelley’s husband, Greg, entered the changing room and moved behind Jessica. She was straddling my hard cock and did not see that the man was taking out his hardened thick cock out of his trousers.But then my sweet little niece moaned as she felt him rub his hard cock on her now stretched asshole. Greg made her bend over a little more as he pressed the cockhead into her nice anal opening. Meanwhile Shelley came to Jessica and started to lick her nipples, as her husband worked inch after inch of...