by Terry Towers
Sex with him - when they did have it - was a sprint, rather than a marathon event. She was expected to suck his cock as foreplay, but knew better than to expect him to fall to his knees between her legs to do some pussy licking. They had been married for close to ten years, six of which the sex was horrible. Thank god for her vibrator, it was the only way she got a much-deserved orgasm.
"So would you like a table?" The brunette waitress asked.
Clarissa hesitated. "Yes, I would. I hear you have the best scrambled eggs in Ohio."
The red headed waitress giggled and confirmed the claim, "we sure do."
As the brunette took her order; a homestyle breakfast with their famous scrambled eggs, Clarissa's mind kept wandering to the drifter. He was so rugged, so raw; he seemed to radiate sex appeal. That's the kind of man she needed. No strings, no attachments, just a few days of wild, hot sex.
But he was gone, and even if he wasn't, how would she go about approaching him?
Would she just stop the car beside him and offer him a ride in exchange for some cock action? She chuckled to herself at the thought. Picking strangers up, regardless of how amazing they looked in a pair of tight, worn jeans was not her style.
A half an hour later Clarissa was back behind the wheel of her new pride and joy and on route to her destination. Momma and Poppa's diner had not been exaggerating when they said they had the best scrambled eggs, they had been delicious.
Not too far from the onramp to the interstate she noticed a figure walking in the distance, his thumb out to each passing car. As she approached the plaid flannel shirt, torn jeans and broad shoulders were unmistakable.
Hmmm, wonder where he's heading, she mused.
She slowed as she came to him. You can't pick up a hitchhiker, no matter how hot he may be, or how horny you are, she chided herself. Yes, it was a crazy thought. She increased her speed again and whizzed past him. Looking into the rearview mirror she watched as he stopped, hand on hip and raked a hand through his blonde hair.
Clarissa heaved a heavy sigh, slowed the car down and pulled off to the side of the road and waited, watching him in the mirror. He seemed to realize she was waiting for him and began to jog towards the car.
Get moving now, before it's too late! A voice in the back of her mind screamed at her.
Shift into gear and get the fuck out of here! She ignored the voice. All she could think about now was his cock, pressed against the denim and his blue eyes when they locked gazes with hers. She wanted that man and she could use the company, it was a long drive to Las Vegas.
It's hot outside today, he could end up with dehydration if he continues to walk in the heat, she reasoned with herself. She couldn't let that happen. How could she live with herself knowing that may happen? It was a feeble argument - she knew that, but it was the best she could come up with.
A minute later he had reached the car's bumper. Clarissa leaned over and opened the door, it swung up and out for him. He came to the open door, bent down and peered in catching her eyes.
The hitchhiker whistled his appreciation. "This is one hell of a ride," he commented his eyes roaming the fine leather interior of the car.
Clarissa wasn't about to be modest. Fucking right it was a hell of a ride! It should be considering it just cost her well over two-hundred grand. "Thanks. And I know."
He chuckled, his eyes continued to take in every inch of the interior. His eyes had a gleam to them that she would have almost described as wonderment as he looked the car over. She was almost insulted that his interest lay more in the car than her, but she cut him some slack.
"You looking for a ride?" she asked, a coy smile touching her lips.
His eyes finally finished their exploration of the car to focus on the driver. His gaze swept over her body, lingering on her breasts, then made their way to meet hers. "You're not afraid I'll simply rape you, steal your car and leave you for dead in a ditch somewhere." He teased, giving her a sexy, seductive smile that made her pussy ache for him.
She shrugged, "No, not really."
His smile widened, as he clucked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. "I'd be crazy to turn you down. Where are you heading?"
"Las Vegas."
His brow furrowed. "In this?"
Clarissa laughed, "why not this?"
"What does it get, something like ten miles to the gallon," he teased. "Wouldn't it be cheaper and faster to just fly?"
Clarissa arched an eyebrow up at him, "you know you ask a lot of questions for someone who's looking for a ride."
"So I've been told," he responded, sliding into the passenger seat, closing the door behind him and tossing his bag to the floor at his feet
"And for your information, I can get up to thirteen miles per gallon." she teased shifting into gear and sending the car vaulting forward.
The hitchhiker threw his head back and laughed before commenting, "in that case, it makes complete sense to me."
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 1