The Hitchhiker
"Thanks for picking me up," Lynn said,
wiping the rain from
her face. She looked at the driver and found she was a beautiful
woman. This surprised her, all her previous rides had been men.
The woman kicked the heater all the way up.
"Don't mention it," the woman said with a smile, "I have a
long way to go and need company. Didn't your sign say Miami?"
"Yeah, it used too," Lynn looked down at the battered piece
of cardboard on the floor which had begun melting long ago. "I
don't think it's much use any more."
"Relax, you won't need it. I'm going to Orlando and rides
from there are easy. There's nowhere else to go, actually."
"Oh great!" Lynn gasped. "How long to Orlando?"
"About three days. You can share rooms if you want."
Lynn began warming up under the full fury of the heater. She
stripped off her jacket, revealing her firm tits and stiff
nipples under the damp tee shirt. The woman seemed to give her
an approving glance. She turned down the heater a little and
cracked her window. The heat in the car was stiffeling.
"Oh man, you can't believe how much I regretted going back
out into that freezing rain."
The front windows were now clear again. Only the back
windows remained foggy due to the moisture carried in by Lynn.
It would remain until she dried off completely. The car was a
snug, warm island of safety in an otherwise stormy night. The
mood was warm and companionable.
"Ohio has some rough weather, even in the spring," the woman
said. The dash lights lit her face in the darkness. A light
from the open ashtray lit her shapely legs and short skirt. Lynn
marveled at the smooth perfection of the woman's shapely, lightly
tanned thigh. The short skirt looked like that of a business
woman. The car was a Sable, the seats felt good when snuggled
into. The silence dragged on for a while. Lynn, now warm, began
nodding off.
"So, do you know any games?" the woman's soft voice shattered
the peace of the night.
"Nothing you'd be interested in I'm afraid."
"Like what?"
"I've played some fun games with the men who've picked me
up."
"Such as?"
"Well," Lynn giggled, looking embarrassed, "almost every man
I've met wants me to give them a blowjob while they drive. They
say it's a test of manhood or that's what the cruise control is
for. I do the cute ones."
"Ouh, sounds like fun. Hey, I have cruise control," the
woman said with a sly smile.
"Yeah, but you're not a man."
"Well think of me as a man trapped in a woman's body."
"Seriously?"
"Sure. I'm bi, if you're interested. I wouldn't push
anything on you though, I was mostly kidding."
"Bi? That means you swing both ways?"
"Of course?" the woman said in surprise.
Lynn nodded thoughtfully. The silence stretched on and the
hum of the engine began singing Lynn to sleep. She shook her
head to clear it and looked at the woman. The woman looked at
her and smiled.
"I am so tired," Lynn said, yawning.
"Don't do that, I'm trying to stay awake here. That's why I
mentioned the cruise control thing. The next town is almost a
hundred miles away."
"Shit, you were serious?"
"Sure."
"I've never done a woman," Lynn said thoughtfully. The woman
nodded wordlessly, aware that Lynn was trying to decide.
Suddenly Lynn leaned closer and put a hand on the woman's leg.
The woman opened her legs slightly.
Lynn loved the buttery soft feeling of the woman's athletic
thigh. The skin was absolutely smooth, but the muscles were
firm, clenching and unclenching as she touched her golden thighs.
"Soft," Lynn said breathlessly.
The woman turned on the cruise control with an audible click,
raised the steering wheel, then pulled her foot off the gas
pedal. She swung her leg wide, resting it on the seat. Lynn
gasped in alarm and excitement as the black lace panties showed
for the first time. The plaid skirt automatically hiked up as
the woman's legs opened. It looked like a wonderland of soft
skin.
"Wonderful," Lynn sighed, looking under the woman's skirt.
"I'm not sure I can do it, but I want too so much," Lynn said,
shaking as if she were cold again.
"Try," the woman said softly. Something about the cold rainy
night outside, and the warmth and comfort inside, made Lynn
willing to do things she would not normally do. It had something
to do with the companionable atmosphere inside the car. It was a
safe haven of soft leather and sweet scents, making it seem
unreal.
In a daze, Lynn moved closer to the enticing open legs. They
looked so inviting, so unreal and sexy.
Nervously she slid her head under the woman's skirt and
neared the crotch of her panties. She kissed the heavenly skin
on the woman's inner thigh, then sniffed as she caught the scent
of pussy. It was the first she had ever smelled, other than her
own. There was some comfort in knowing she smelled like Lynn.
Lynn kissed the inner-most part of the woman's leg, then
sniffed the crotch of her panties. Her head blocked off the
light, leaving the woman's crotch in darkness, but the aroma was
delicious. Lynn had often tasted her own juice on the pecker's
of her lovers, but never considered searching out the taste
between the legs of another woman. Since she had tasted herself
so often, she would not be surprised by the woman's taste.
Still, she hesitated. This was a big step. She was about to go
from a normal life, the life of a heterosexual, to that of a
lesbian, in just a few short hours. It was not something to be
taken lightly.
"Oh shit, this is so strange," Lynn said, allowing the back
of her shaking fingers to pet the inside of the woman's thigh
while she thought. She timidly bent forward and kissed the crack
at the top of the woman's right inner thigh. The woman gasped
above her.
The hot red lips felt fantastic on her warm thigh. It was a
taste of the fabulous things to come. She tried to wish Lynn to
hurry and appease her raging cunt, but she knew she had to remain
calm and let Lynn make her own moves, her own decisions.
"Oh hell, I've got to do this," Lynn moaned and sealed her
lips over the crotch of the woman's panties. She sucked greedily
for several minutes, then pulled back slightly and lifted the
crotch of the woman's panties away, revealing the priceless
buried treasure between the woman's legs. As hard as it was to
see, under the woman's skirt, and with her head blocking the
light from the ashtray, Lynn still saw enough to make her gasp in
appreciation. The smell of sex was much stronger now. She
suddenly realized that when she smelled sex in a room, the entire
aroma was contributed by the woman. She never realized that
before.
"You smell delicious," Lynn said. She pressed her lips
against the moist heat of the woman's pussy and kissed it
tenderly. She felt the thighs against her cheeks tighten and
shudder. Lynn continued the soft kiss while allowing the tip of
her tongue to slide into the folds of soft wet flesh. The
woman's mound was heavenly, she loved the feeling and taste in
her lips. It was the best kiss she'd ever had.
"Wonderful," the woman sighed, trying to concentrate on
driving, while enjoying the feelings flooding the lower half of
her body.
Lynn concentrated on tasting and exploring. She was not in a
hurry, even though the woman was. Lynn wanted to enjoy the
experience, the woman just wanted release.
Lynn pressed her puckered lips over the area where the clit
was located and sought out the little bud with her tongue. She
worried the stiff little member, creating explosions of pleasure
in the woman's crotch. When the clit was stiff and swollen, she
sucked it into her lips, alternating the suction so the little
clit slid in and out of her lips. She was giving the woman's
tiny prick a blowjob, as a man had done to Lynn long ago.
Lynn enjoyed the undulating pussy pressing against her lips.
She also enjoyed the sound of the woman's passion. It was very
erotic.
The smell of the woman's pussy and the heady heat between her
open thighs was like a drug. It was wonderful under the woman's
plaid skirt.
"You are so good," the woman gasped in appreciation.
Lynn smiled, sucked the clit into her lips, then tortured it
with her tongue. She heard the woman squeal, the car moved back
and forth on the road drunkenly.
"Be careful," the woman gasped. "Softly."
Lynn kissed the woman's pussy several times with smacking
lips, then lowered her mouth and slid her tongue into the woman's
vulva. In a moment she was tongue fucking the woman. The woman
rocked her mushy pussy forward against Lynn's mouth, undulating
like a snake. Lynn's long sexy tongue was thrust up inside her,
then slid out alternately.
Lynn slid her hands under the woman's firm ass, used her left
thumb to hold the panties aside, and began eating whole
heartedly. She had seen it done, both on TV and in her own
pussy. She knew how a woman wanted to be eaten, and knew a few
tricks men had used on her in the past. Lynn was a girl who
liked sex, and had learned from her many experiences.
Lynn also knew the woman was about to cum, she could hear it
in her breathing. Lynn worked her mouth from side to side,
sucking while her tongue probed the wet folds of hot flesh. She
licked and sucked mercilessly, making the woman squirm on the
seat. She liked the feeling of the meaty ass in her hands. She
liked the soft skin against her warm cheeks. It was good, all of
it.
Lynn licked the entire folds of pussy flesh from the bottom
to top. The woman jumped each time Lynn's tongue struck her
swollen clit. In a moment the woman began gasping, emitting
little squeals as the orgasm tore her loins apart. Lynn held her
mouth motionless, sucking gently as the pussy squirmed in her
mouth. It was the most erotic experience Lynn had ever had.
"Shit, I almost ran off the road," the woman suddenly gasped.
Lynn sat up to see the same dark, rainy road she had seen before
her little experience. It seemed like she had started days
before, not 20 to 30 minutes.
"That was incredible," the woman said enthusiastically. "I'm
finding a hotel as fast as possible. I want that little pussy in
my mouth," she slid her hand into Lynn's lap and cupped her
crotch appreciatively.
"Oh God, my nipples are so hard they're going to rip my
shirt," Lynn said, cupping a small shapely tit in her hand.
"I can't stand it," the woman said, pulling over to the side
of the road. "Open up," she said as she put the car in park and
fell into Lynn's lap, ripping at the button on her jeans.
Lynn lifted her ass and slid her jeans and panties down to
her ankles. Before she could get ready, the woman's mouth
eagerly sought and found Lynn's pussy. She lapped like a dog,
sucking when it was needed to stop the flow of nectar. The
feeling of her soft head on Lynn's leg was erotic enough to make
Lynn come all by itself. Lynn looked down at the eager face in
her lap and petted the woman's hair while her feasting mouth set
fire to Lynn's loins. Lynn looked around uncomfortably at the
dark night around her, afraid that somebody would see.
Then she didn't care. The fire was building in her hot
mound. The woman was eagerly eating her pussy with the
experience of a woman used to pleasing other women. She knew
when to lick Lynn's clit, and when to lick her pussy lips.
Sitting there in the dark with the woman's mouth between her
legs, Lynn would not have traded places with anybody else in the
world. It was the most exciting time of her life.
"Oh shit, I'm coming," Lynn squealed. Her pussy exploded
almost without warning. Bucking her ass on the seat, Lynn fed
her wet pussy to the woman's mouth. She held the woman's head
between her legs, mashing her sex against it brutally. The woman
eagerly followed Lynn's pussy up and down as it spasmed. All too
soon her orgasm was over and Lynn had to push the woman's eager
lips off her pussy.
"That was so good!" the woman cried enthusiastically. She
leaned forward and kissed Lynn on the lips, the grabbed a handful
of tissues and carefully wiped Lynn's sweet face clean.
"We are going to have so much fun," the woman sighed. She
sat back up and began to drive, as Lynn pulled her pants back on.
Lynn was beginning to feel a little guilty, but the erotic
pictures in her mind just wouldn't go away.
"I feel sort of funny," Lynn finally admitted.
"That happens," the woman said. "Sometimes a woman
completely rejects her feelings, saying it was an accident, or
she was so horny that she couldn't help it. But soon she comes
back to her true feelings. Women were meant to love, it doesn't
matter if a man or woman does the loving. You'll see."
her face. She looked at the driver and found she was a beautiful
woman. This surprised her, all her previous rides had been men.
The woman kicked the heater all the way up.
"Don't mention it," the woman said with a smile, "I have a
long way to go and need company. Didn't your sign say Miami?"
"Yeah, it used too," Lynn looked down at the battered piece
of cardboard on the floor which had begun melting long ago. "I
don't think it's much use any more."
"Relax, you won't need it. I'm going to Orlando and rides
from there are easy. There's nowhere else to go, actually."
"Oh great!" Lynn gasped. "How long to Orlando?"
"About three days. You can share rooms if you want."
Lynn began warming up under the full fury of the heater. She
stripped off her jacket, revealing her firm tits and stiff
nipples under the damp tee shirt. The woman seemed to give her
an approving glance. She turned down the heater a little and
cracked her window. The heat in the car was stiffeling.
"Oh man, you can't believe how much I regretted going back
out into that freezing rain."
The front windows were now clear again. Only the back
windows remained foggy due to the moisture carried in by Lynn.
It would remain until she dried off completely. The car was a
snug, warm island of safety in an otherwise stormy night. The
mood was warm and companionable.
"Ohio has some rough weather, even in the spring," the woman
said. The dash lights lit her face in the darkness. A light
from the open ashtray lit her shapely legs and short skirt. Lynn
marveled at the smooth perfection of the woman's shapely, lightly
tanned thigh. The short skirt looked like that of a business
woman. The car was a Sable, the seats felt good when snuggled
into. The silence dragged on for a while. Lynn, now warm, began
nodding off.
"So, do you know any games?" the woman's soft voice shattered
the peace of the night.
"Nothing you'd be interested in I'm afraid."
"Like what?"
"I've played some fun games with the men who've picked me
up."
"Such as?"
"Well," Lynn giggled, looking embarrassed, "almost every man
I've met wants me to give them a blowjob while they drive. They
say it's a test of manhood or that's what the cruise control is
for. I do the cute ones."
"Ouh, sounds like fun. Hey, I have cruise control," the
woman said with a sly smile.
"Yeah, but you're not a man."
"Well think of me as a man trapped in a woman's body."
"Seriously?"
"Sure. I'm bi, if you're interested. I wouldn't push
anything on you though, I was mostly kidding."
"Bi? That means you swing both ways?"
"Of course?" the woman said in surprise.
Lynn nodded thoughtfully. The silence stretched on and the
hum of the engine began singing Lynn to sleep. She shook her
head to clear it and looked at the woman. The woman looked at
her and smiled.
"I am so tired," Lynn said, yawning.
"Don't do that, I'm trying to stay awake here. That's why I
mentioned the cruise control thing. The next town is almost a
hundred miles away."
"Shit, you were serious?"
"Sure."
"I've never done a woman," Lynn said thoughtfully. The woman
nodded wordlessly, aware that Lynn was trying to decide.
Suddenly Lynn leaned closer and put a hand on the woman's leg.
The woman opened her legs slightly.
Lynn loved the buttery soft feeling of the woman's athletic
thigh. The skin was absolutely smooth, but the muscles were
firm, clenching and unclenching as she touched her golden thighs.
"Soft," Lynn said breathlessly.
The woman turned on the cruise control with an audible click,
raised the steering wheel, then pulled her foot off the gas
pedal. She swung her leg wide, resting it on the seat. Lynn
gasped in alarm and excitement as the black lace panties showed
for the first time. The plaid skirt automatically hiked up as
the woman's legs opened. It looked like a wonderland of soft
skin.
"Wonderful," Lynn sighed, looking under the woman's skirt.
"I'm not sure I can do it, but I want too so much," Lynn said,
shaking as if she were cold again.
"Try," the woman said softly. Something about the cold rainy
night outside, and the warmth and comfort inside, made Lynn
willing to do things she would not normally do. It had something
to do with the companionable atmosphere inside the car. It was a
safe haven of soft leather and sweet scents, making it seem
unreal.
In a daze, Lynn moved closer to the enticing open legs. They
looked so inviting, so unreal and sexy.
Nervously she slid her head under the woman's skirt and
neared the crotch of her panties. She kissed the heavenly skin
on the woman's inner thigh, then sniffed as she caught the scent
of pussy. It was the first she had ever smelled, other than her
own. There was some comfort in knowing she smelled like Lynn.
Lynn kissed the inner-most part of the woman's leg, then
sniffed the crotch of her panties. Her head blocked off the
light, leaving the woman's crotch in darkness, but the aroma was
delicious. Lynn had often tasted her own juice on the pecker's
of her lovers, but never considered searching out the taste
between the legs of another woman. Since she had tasted herself
so often, she would not be surprised by the woman's taste.
Still, she hesitated. This was a big step. She was about to go
from a normal life, the life of a heterosexual, to that of a
lesbian, in just a few short hours. It was not something to be
taken lightly.
"Oh shit, this is so strange," Lynn said, allowing the back
of her shaking fingers to pet the inside of the woman's thigh
while she thought. She timidly bent forward and kissed the crack
at the top of the woman's right inner thigh. The woman gasped
above her.
The hot red lips felt fantastic on her warm thigh. It was a
taste of the fabulous things to come. She tried to wish Lynn to
hurry and appease her raging cunt, but she knew she had to remain
calm and let Lynn make her own moves, her own decisions.
"Oh hell, I've got to do this," Lynn moaned and sealed her
lips over the crotch of the woman's panties. She sucked greedily
for several minutes, then pulled back slightly and lifted the
crotch of the woman's panties away, revealing the priceless
buried treasure between the woman's legs. As hard as it was to
see, under the woman's skirt, and with her head blocking the
light from the ashtray, Lynn still saw enough to make her gasp in
appreciation. The smell of sex was much stronger now. She
suddenly realized that when she smelled sex in a room, the entire
aroma was contributed by the woman. She never realized that
before.
"You smell delicious," Lynn said. She pressed her lips
against the moist heat of the woman's pussy and kissed it
tenderly. She felt the thighs against her cheeks tighten and
shudder. Lynn continued the soft kiss while allowing the tip of
her tongue to slide into the folds of soft wet flesh. The
woman's mound was heavenly, she loved the feeling and taste in
her lips. It was the best kiss she'd ever had.
"Wonderful," the woman sighed, trying to concentrate on
driving, while enjoying the feelings flooding the lower half of
her body.
Lynn concentrated on tasting and exploring. She was not in a
hurry, even though the woman was. Lynn wanted to enjoy the
experience, the woman just wanted release.
Lynn pressed her puckered lips over the area where the clit
was located and sought out the little bud with her tongue. She
worried the stiff little member, creating explosions of pleasure
in the woman's crotch. When the clit was stiff and swollen, she
sucked it into her lips, alternating the suction so the little
clit slid in and out of her lips. She was giving the woman's
tiny prick a blowjob, as a man had done to Lynn long ago.
Lynn enjoyed the undulating pussy pressing against her lips.
She also enjoyed the sound of the woman's passion. It was very
erotic.
The smell of the woman's pussy and the heady heat between her
open thighs was like a drug. It was wonderful under the woman's
plaid skirt.
"You are so good," the woman gasped in appreciation.
Lynn smiled, sucked the clit into her lips, then tortured it
with her tongue. She heard the woman squeal, the car moved back
and forth on the road drunkenly.
"Be careful," the woman gasped. "Softly."
Lynn kissed the woman's pussy several times with smacking
lips, then lowered her mouth and slid her tongue into the woman's
vulva. In a moment she was tongue fucking the woman. The woman
rocked her mushy pussy forward against Lynn's mouth, undulating
like a snake. Lynn's long sexy tongue was thrust up inside her,
then slid out alternately.
Lynn slid her hands under the woman's firm ass, used her left
thumb to hold the panties aside, and began eating whole
heartedly. She had seen it done, both on TV and in her own
pussy. She knew how a woman wanted to be eaten, and knew a few
tricks men had used on her in the past. Lynn was a girl who
liked sex, and had learned from her many experiences.
Lynn also knew the woman was about to cum, she could hear it
in her breathing. Lynn worked her mouth from side to side,
sucking while her tongue probed the wet folds of hot flesh. She
licked and sucked mercilessly, making the woman squirm on the
seat. She liked the feeling of the meaty ass in her hands. She
liked the soft skin against her warm cheeks. It was good, all of
it.
Lynn licked the entire folds of pussy flesh from the bottom
to top. The woman jumped each time Lynn's tongue struck her
swollen clit. In a moment the woman began gasping, emitting
little squeals as the orgasm tore her loins apart. Lynn held her
mouth motionless, sucking gently as the pussy squirmed in her
mouth. It was the most erotic experience Lynn had ever had.
"Shit, I almost ran off the road," the woman suddenly gasped.
Lynn sat up to see the same dark, rainy road she had seen before
her little experience. It seemed like she had started days
before, not 20 to 30 minutes.
"That was incredible," the woman said enthusiastically. "I'm
finding a hotel as fast as possible. I want that little pussy in
my mouth," she slid her hand into Lynn's lap and cupped her
crotch appreciatively.
"Oh God, my nipples are so hard they're going to rip my
shirt," Lynn said, cupping a small shapely tit in her hand.
"I can't stand it," the woman said, pulling over to the side
of the road. "Open up," she said as she put the car in park and
fell into Lynn's lap, ripping at the button on her jeans.
Lynn lifted her ass and slid her jeans and panties down to
her ankles. Before she could get ready, the woman's mouth
eagerly sought and found Lynn's pussy. She lapped like a dog,
sucking when it was needed to stop the flow of nectar. The
feeling of her soft head on Lynn's leg was erotic enough to make
Lynn come all by itself. Lynn looked down at the eager face in
her lap and petted the woman's hair while her feasting mouth set
fire to Lynn's loins. Lynn looked around uncomfortably at the
dark night around her, afraid that somebody would see.
Then she didn't care. The fire was building in her hot
mound. The woman was eagerly eating her pussy with the
experience of a woman used to pleasing other women. She knew
when to lick Lynn's clit, and when to lick her pussy lips.
Sitting there in the dark with the woman's mouth between her
legs, Lynn would not have traded places with anybody else in the
world. It was the most exciting time of her life.
"Oh shit, I'm coming," Lynn squealed. Her pussy exploded
almost without warning. Bucking her ass on the seat, Lynn fed
her wet pussy to the woman's mouth. She held the woman's head
between her legs, mashing her sex against it brutally. The woman
eagerly followed Lynn's pussy up and down as it spasmed. All too
soon her orgasm was over and Lynn had to push the woman's eager
lips off her pussy.
"That was so good!" the woman cried enthusiastically. She
leaned forward and kissed Lynn on the lips, the grabbed a handful
of tissues and carefully wiped Lynn's sweet face clean.
"We are going to have so much fun," the woman sighed. She
sat back up and began to drive, as Lynn pulled her pants back on.
Lynn was beginning to feel a little guilty, but the erotic
pictures in her mind just wouldn't go away.
"I feel sort of funny," Lynn finally admitted.
"That happens," the woman said. "Sometimes a woman
completely rejects her feelings, saying it was an accident, or
she was so horny that she couldn't help it. But soon she comes
back to her true feelings. Women were meant to love, it doesn't
matter if a man or woman does the loving. You'll see."