The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking
written by:
Jay

I had a couple weeks between jobs, so I took a week to visit some friends in Georgia. I always travel light, so my van had plenty of room for me and my stuff. I left in the morning so I'd beat the rush hour traffic in Memphis. I'd done a web search and found that gas prices got higher after one town midway between Memphis and Nashville, so I pulled off the ramp. As I was turning right, I saw a young woman walking toward the highway on the grass along the ramp. The gas station with the lowest price was in the same building as a diner, so I had supper while I was there. I left knowing that I still had at least a solid hour of daylight.

I'd barely gotten back onto the highway when I saw the same woman walking just off the shoulder. She still had her backpack on. I slowed back down and pulled onto the shoulder just past where she was walking. She came around to my window. "Where ya headed?" I asked her.

"Ford's Grove," she answered. "Georgia."

"You're in luck," I told her. "That's the exit before mine. Would you like a ride?"

"How do I know you won't do kill me or do unspeakable things to me?" she asked.

"I messed up. I left my Killing and Unspeakable Things for Dummies book at home," I told her. "How do I know you're not trying to rob me?"

She took her backpack off, stood back and held her arms out. "Where would I keep a knife?" she asked.

"Point taken," I said. I had to admit that her T-shirt and shorts, while far from indecent, were light enough and short enough that she couldn't have hidden anything more than a small pair of nail clippers. "Hop in."

She walked around, and I unlocked the doors. She opened the back and dropped her bag on top of my sleeping bag. She closed that door, opened the passenger door and climbed in. Her legs were as curvy up close as they'd looked from a distance, but her tits didn't seem as perky without the wind blowing her shirt. She was also barefoot. "I'm Amy," she said.

"Sammy," I replied.

"I'm glad you stopped 'cause I'm really tired," Amy said. "I've been walking most of the day. It'll be dark soon. Are you driving straight through?"

"That's my plan," I told her.

Amy liked most of the music they were playing on the radio and sang along with a couple songs. About an hour later, I lost reception for that station, and the only other station I could pick up had some awful feedback. I turned the radio off and hoped to get a better station later on. "What's in Ford's Grove?" I asked.

"A campground. I got a job there for the summer. What about you?" she asked.

"Visiting friends. I haven't seen the ocean in person since college," I answered.

"When was that?"

"Three years ago," I told her.

"Oh. I just finished sophomore year," she noted. I didn't realize until she said that that I was hoping she was an adult.

I largely kept my eye on the road, but every time I looked at the signs, I'd steal a glance at her. Now that I knew she was 20, I could enjoy her face and curves with a clear conscience. "I'm gonna be up all night, so you can go to sleep whenever you want," I said.

"Got any CD's?" she asked. "I hate not having a radio."

At that moment we passed a billboard for a classic rock station. "No need," I said, and I turned the radio back on. Amy closed her eyes and sat back.

"Sweet dreams," I told her. She rocked back and forth through a few songs and then undid her seat belt. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Your sleeping bag looks a lot more comfortable than your car seat," she answered. It was one of those long cloth ones that folds over and zips on three of the four sides.

"Lemme pull over, then!" I said. I turned the overhead light on and found a safe spot on the shoulder. The belt had already retracted by the time I got the car into park.

She climbed over the console into the back. She opened the moon roof and lay on the sleeping bag. When she'd had the backpack on, I couldn't tell how long her hair was. It came almost down to her butt. In the moonlight, her tanned legs stood out even more. "See you in the morning, Sammy," she said.

I kept on driving. I lost that station and found one that was playing old-fashioned soul music, but it was the overt kind that you don't hear during the day. Barry White was singing about all the ways he'd make his woman smile, and Marvin Gaye and Teddy Pendergrass followed suit. I couldn't stop thinking about Amy's lovely legs, or the brief glimpse I had of her butt. At one point I thought I heard a siren, so I looked in the rear view mirror. I saw the lights on a fire truck crossing the road far behind me. I looked back and saw Amy sleeping. The moonlight was shining off her golden hair. Her breasts heaved up and down sweetly as she breathed. Her face was almost angelic. I looked back to the road just in time to see a deer cross the highway. I stopped in time, but it was literally a wake-up call. I'd been doing 70 on a Tennessee highway where the limit was 60, and I knew the general reputation of policemen when they see out-of-state drivers. I took it down to exactly the speed limit. Later I looked back and noticed that she'd taken her shorts off. I couldn't tell if she'd taken her underwear off, or if the hem just extended longer than I'd thought. I looked back several times hoping to find out for sure. The last time, I thought I saw her rubbing herself.

In the middle of the night, the highway detoured to a local road because of construction. As I sat at a stop light, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Amy. "Don't drive tired," she whispered. "Come join me." My dick got hard even before I looked back. She'd taken her shirt off, and her calves were inside my sleeping bag. The light turned green just as she moved her hand down my arm.

"Lemme find a good place," I pleaded. "We're almost on the freeway again."

"My grandparents used to live around here," Amy told me. "There's a turn-off about a mile ahead. You can pull far enough off the road that no one'll see us."

"You'll have to show me," I told her. As much as I wanted to get into my sleeping bag with her, I wanted to look at her legs again while I waited.

Amy got back into the front seat. Even her heels were sexy. She hadn't taken her underwear off, but she may as well have. It had shifted to the side, and I could clearly make out the lower part of the crease between her leg and her crotch. She didn't make it any easier when she put her hand on my leg and started moving toward my dick. "There it is!" she said a few minutes later. Sure enough, there was a sign for a side road. I pulled to the right and traveled half a mile to a place where it looked like there used to be a road. After I shut everything off, she told me to come to the back.

This time she crawled into my sleeping bag, facing the fold down the middle and closed her eyes. Since she'd taken off all of her outer clothes, I did the same. I slid in behind her and put my hand on her side. "Thanks for the ride, Sammy," she said. She pulled my hand hand over her belly and said, "I feel safe with you."

"Really?" I asked. I couldn't imagine why she felt safe with everything I'd been thinking.

"Yes," she said, and she turned her head back to kiss me on the cheek. She turned back and backed up toward me. There was no way she couldn't feel my erection. I kissed her hair to see her reaction. She bobbed her head, and when she laid it back down, I kissed her ear. Amy pushed my hand down to the elastic of her panties. I put my hand over the fabric and palmed her pussy. She backed up so close to me that my cock was uncomfortable. She slid up so that her head was more in line with mine. "Kiss me again," she said.

Her hair was covering her ear now. "Like this?" I kissed the ear through the hair.

"Yeah." When she slid up, her pussy moved so that my hand was now squarely between her legs. I rubbed her again, and I could feel the space opening up at the bottom of her pussy. She rubbed her crotch against my hand and said, "I like that. Keep doing it."

I rubber her pussy the way I had before, but this time paying more attention to the space at the bottom. "Let's get comfortable, then," I said. I reached for one of the clasps on her bra. She pulled away and undid it herself. While she did that, I took off my underwear. My heart was racing. She wasn't naked yet, but I was. I put my hand back over her panties and rubber her pussy even harder. She started to buck her hips against mine. "You want it inside you, don't you?" I asked. She nodded. I found the elastic and got my hand inside her panties. As soon as I found her cunt lips, I had two fingers inside her.

"Oh, yeah," she panted. "Ooh! Oh!" She lifted herself up on her arm and backed up. When she came back down, I raised my right hand and found her boobs. I tried to hold her close to me, but she was writhing too hard.

"Still feel safe?" I asked her.

"I don't know about safe, but definitely secure," she said happily. I got my fingers in even deeper and kissed her ear and neck repeatedly. "Oh, God!" she cried. I pulled my fingers out and stopped kissing her. "Don't stop!" she pleaded. "What are you doing?"

"Turn around," I implored her.

"Are you gonna rape me?" she asked.

"Of course not," I assured her. "I just wanna see if you're as beautiful naked as you are with your clothes on."

Amy lay on her back and pulled her underwear off. She lifted the top of the sleeping bag and flung her underwear into the front seat. "What do you think?" she asked.

For all my bravado in the last couple minutes, I was dumbstruck. I paused and said, "I think I'm in love."

"I can tell," Amy said, looking at my dick. It was pointing straight out. I felt like I was blushing, and I put my hand over it. "Don't be embarrassed," she said. She sat up and eased me onto my back. "I guess I'm having the same effect on you that you're having on me." She reached forward and gently wrapped her hand around it. She stroked it slowly. She was seated so I could still see her tits move as she picked up the pace. She got on her knees and moved around so her pussy was right over my face. I couldn't make out the ridge in her pussy lips because her body was blocking the moonlight, but the parting at the bottom was plain as day. "Is that the view you wanted?" she asked.

"Not quite, but I'm not complaining." I reached up and touched the bottom with my index finger. I traced a line to her center and held it open with two fingers. She lowered her hips so I could lick her, and she lowered her head to take my cock in her mouth. Now that my tongue knew where it needed to be, I moved my hand to her lower back and caressed her butt. She didn't quite get my cock all the way inside, but she was close enough that I could feel her chin on my balls. Every time she got down that far, I licked her pussy a little deeper. After several times, I moved my finger down to look for her asshole.

Amy let me out of her mouth and said firmly, "No. Just no."

I got my mouth off her pussy and said, "What? Oh, sorry, I didn't mean anything by it."

She got off me and lay down next to me, face to face. We stared at each other for a minute. Soon we were kissing again. I got hard again, and my cock started rubbing her legs. She raised a leg, and it bounced on top of the other leg. We resumed kissing, and my cock was going back and forth between her legs. "Uhh, uhh." I was trying to something, but I wasn't sure what.

"What is it?" Amy asked.

"Oh, God, Amy," I said.

"What?"

"I uh ... I want to be inside you," I said.

Amy raised her leg again and rolled onto her back. "Do it. Make love to me."

I rolled onto my knees and lined my cock up with her cunt. We were both so wet that I got halfway in with no difficulty at all. "What, no comment about how huge I am? How I'm tearing you apart?"

Amy laughed. "I've only been with a couple other guys, and they were in and out so fast, I couldn't even remember how big they were. You're not gonna shred my insides, but you're more than big enough to give me what I want." I pushed the rest of the way in. She gasped and added, "Way more."

I pulled my hips back and thrust back in. I let myself down so we were face to face and kissed her again. "I want you so bad," I told her.

"Me too," she said. For the next few minutes, our conversation deteriorated into various combinations of, "God," "yeah, "Baby," "fuck" and each other's names, interrupted by open-mouth kisses.

Soon I felt my load building up. I stopped thrusting and sat up. "What are you doing?" Amy asked.

"I wanna get one last look at your empty pussy before I fill it with my seed," I told her.

"Give it to me," she said. I pushed harder and harder as she urged me in. "That's it! Do it! Fill my womb so we can make a ton of little Amy-Sammy's."

She said what I was thinking, and I'd never heard anyone say it that eagerly. "Shit!" I yelled. "Here it comes!"

Amy opened her legs wide. I could feel my cum shooting inside her. She saw me looking down. She said, "Aw, yeah. I wanna see it, too," and she rose a little so she could see it. I pulled back so she could see more of my cock, but I pulled back too far and a couple spurts got on her belly. She grabbed my cock quickly and got it back inside her cunt. "Don't waste it," she insisted.

We kissed as we both came down from our orgasms. When we were done, I pulled away and rubbed one of the cum spots on her stomach. Then I leaned over and sucked on her left tit. "These are gonna get a lot of use one day," I said.

Amy pushed me onto my back and straddled my chest. Her tits were hanging directly over my mouth. "What do you mean, one day?" She shook a little bit from side to side. I put my hands around her back and stopped her. This time I had her right nipple. I sucked it in, and she moaned in approval. I rubbed her ass, and she lifted her hips.

"I know, I know," I said, "but I still didn't mean it that way."

"One load's not gonna be enough to take over the world, you know." She slid back until my cock was touching her. I wasn't sure where, but she kept sliding back. It kept rising as her butt pushed it back, until she was pushing it back. When it was pointing away from me, she repositioned her legs and my cock re-entered her without either one of us using our hands.

"Are you some kind of fucking angel?" I asked.

She bucked her hips against mine while her tits continued to jiggle. "That's exactly what I am," she said. "I'm an angel, and I'm fucking you. Now fuck along with me!" I put my hands on her back again and gave her all I had from that position. "Oh, shit! Yeah! That's a new one! Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!"

"I'm coming, too," I told her. I pulled her down to me, and we had another long kiss as I delivered my second load.

I woke up to broad daylight. I'd seen Amy naked already, but I wanted to see her in daytime. I lifted the top of the sleeping bag off off of us. Her face was as beautiful as I'd remembered, and I hadn't had a chance to notice how sexy her butt was. I moved over and saw her tits heave as she breathed, just as she'd done the night before. Her pussy hair had some dried cum in it. I wasn't sure what the traffic would be like later, so I put fresh clothes on. It was 7:30. A half-hour later, Amy had her shirt and shorts back on and joined me in the front seat. "Sleep well?" I asked.

"Like a baby," she answered, and we both laughed. "Um, speaking of populating the world, ..."

"Yeah?"

"I don't know if you'll be disappointed or relieved, but I make regular trips to the pharmacy to make sure that won't happen for a while."

"Let's say proactively relieved. About this time tomorrow, I probably would have started worrying." I paused and changed the subject.

"I really was feeling that strongly, though. Kind of."

After an awkward pause, I asked her, "Think I could visit your campground on the way back?"

"They don't let us have overnight visitors," she answered.

An hour later we saw a sign for the Ford's Grove exit. "That's it," she said, and I turned off the highway.

Ford's Grove was two miles in. The main street was a dirt road, and I could have thrown a rock to the next town line. Amy said she needed to get some things from the store at the stop light, so I stopped there. When I got out of the car, she kissed me again. "Thanks for the ride, and everything else."

I left her there and put gas in the van. When I came out of the station, I saw her walking away in her bare feet. While I was visiting my friends, I found out where the campground was. I hoped to stop in on my way back, but a new project came up and I had to go home right away. My friends moved the next year, so I guess I'll never have a reason to go that way again. What a shame.