It was too obvious.
But I stopped. I haven’t taken a autostop since I was in college. I always thought a pretty girl standing on the side of the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250-pound boyfriend in the bushes, ready to order my car at the knife point.
I see from a distance that you’re cute, your long brown hair whipping on your face in the wind. When I get closer, I can see your faint cuts, cut so short that the cheeks of your ass whip invitably.
You wear a pale yellow t-shirt, the veteran of many washings, fainted with the color of tapioca. Your breasts, without contempt by a bra, proud nipple poke erected to all those who pass. Even remotely I can see the dark circles through the thin shirt.
You smile.
I’m stopping next to you and I’m going down the window.
Where are you going?
“It’s not really important. Can you take me?”
I’m swallowing. “Of course, go up.” You slip into the passenger seat and I’m suddenly aware of your smell; The smell of sun and sweat on your butterfly skin. I realize you slipped closer to me that it’s really necessary. I’m still swallowing.
“What’s your name?”
“Lisa.” You don’t ask for mine. At the angle of my eye, I can see your breasts crumbling slightly rolling. You catch my lateral look and smile slightly. I look embarrassed.
“You don’t usually pick people up.” It’s a statement, not a question. I look at you again, more directly this time, and I see that you have turned a little towards me, and that you have come close to almost imperceptible. I feel my mouth is slightly dry. I can’t keep looking at your breasts.
I’m starting to imagine… Things like that don’t happen! There’s always a catch. I feel a slight sweat on my upper lip. I’m going down the window. We’re going up a moment in silence.
You cross your legs and you got a little closer. Your left hand is on the seat next to your thigh. On the other hand, I can see that the top button of your cuts is off. Was it like that before? I realize you intentionally look at my face. You know what I think?
If I move the lightest, I’m sure my erection will burst into my pants. I sit very quietly and drive slowly. Suddenly I realize I’m barely twenty miles an hour. It seems that we are barely in motion; the fields on each side of us crawl.
There is a large spot in front, next to a wide range of high grass.
“Can we stop a little?” you ask.
“If you love,” I answer, I’m sure you can hear my heart hit.
We stop and you get out of the car, you jump into the big grass of the field laughing and turning around, your sparkling eyes. I’m following you with caution. You come back to me, breathing, your smell of sun surpassing me. Looking at you in the grass, I’m almost defeated by desire and I can’t think of anything but you.
You stand very close to me, looking in my face. The irritating smile disappears almost as you stand very close to me, looking for my face. I hit your cheek with my palm and I lean gently to kiss your soft and full lips. Suddenly your arms are around me, your wide open mouth, your tongue. Your body presses with insistence against me, your hands move up and down my back, walking my ass and back of my thighs. I’m sure my body will explode.
Suddenly you stop. You get away from me. Your cheeks are slightly rinsed, and you breathe strongly through the separate lips. Your firm boobs oppose the shirt in t-shirt, erect nipples challenge me. You cross your arms and slowly reach the bottom of your shirt and pull it on your head.
Your breasts, now free in the hot sun, invite me. I catch my breath, half a go, really, like I’m looking at you there. You come to me again and take my head in your two hands, and you draw my mouth first to one chest, then the other. Fortunately, I run my tongue on nipples, feeling hard to touch. You’re pulling my head harder, like you wanted me to eat you. I am aware of the salty and sweet taste of your sweat. Your chest fills my mouth.
Suddenly, you’re pushing me back. Your naked eyes with desire and desire, your hands move up your cuts. Slowly you drop the zipper, and drop the shorts to the ground. Keep your eyes on mine, get out of them and stand there in front of me, naked. Your legs slightly separated, you move your right hand to your dark pubis and touch the mound. You approach me again and put your hands on my shoulders, pressing my knees in the big grass.
Your dark mound, very close now, fills my vision and smell of you, warm and dark and musky, disturbs my senses.
You’re pulling my head towards you and I’m immersed in your body. You stretched my legs to make me ride my head, forcing your pussy in my face. I’m moving my tongue to your clitoris, smelling amazing and hard. I point my tongue and I turn it around the base of your clit, pressed hard, and feel your body vibrate in response. I pushed my tongue into your pussy, and I plunged your juices. You breathe in the sobs now, always force my mouth against you, constantly moving your hips to bring my mouth in a tighter contact with your body.
Your juices now cover my face; The taste of you is overpowering. Your legs are wider, so I put the first two, then three, then four deep fingers in your wet pussy. You groan in response, an animal sound of the deep throat.
You take my face in your hands and your lips are all over my face licking your own love juice from me, kissing me deeply and in a demanding way. I wonder how long you can go on.
Then your hands grab my shirt, pulling it out of my pants; You claw the buttons then, impatient, pull the shirt open, by sending buttons fly. You discolor my belt and tear the top button of my pants, partly roughly the zipper. My dick jumps, already wet. You’re pushing my pants and you’re going down to my knees and knees. Your face and breasts are rinsed with your desire, your smoky eyes.
You put your hand on my bare chest and push me to the ground. You remove my shoes, then my pants. I lie down on my back in the long weed, my dick beating obliquely to the sky. So am I naked, except for my ruined shirt.
Your emergency seems to have underestimated now, as you lie next to me, powered on a elbow. You place your palm on my chest and I see your hand jump slightly with my heartbeat. Slowly you move your hand to caresss my cheek once, then down my chest, to my belly, then further to my erect tail. Play, you water pubic hair, then touch the inside of my thighs. My dick strains and my thieves. My heart beats, but I lie passively on my back, waiting to see what you’re gonna do.
I want to seize you roughly and enter you, possess you completely. But I do lie in the grass, waiting to see what you’re going to do. I wonder if you still have strength.
You put your fingers on my eyelids, closing them, and you kiss me gently on my lips. You move in my chest, you kiss, you lick and you swim. You lick my nipples first, then the other. My dick moves impatiently.
I feel your tongue in my navel, then your hand on my erect dick. You grab my well with a surprising firmness. Fortunately, you cut my testicles into your two hands, as if you test the weight. You hit them and free them. You lift first my right leg, then the left, separate them, and kneel between them.
With my eyes still closed, I can hear your breathing calmly, then feel your warm breathing on my dick, then I feel your warm and wet mouth slipping on the head. You don’t move for a moment, but I can feel the least caresss of your tongue against my member’s tip. I wonder how long I can handle this teasing without coming.
Slowly, you take me more into your warm mouth, until I’m completely surrounded by you. I feel the soft eye of your tongue when you get out, and the lightness of your teeth against the tree. Slowly and deliberately you continue, first taking just the head of my dick in your mouth, sometimes sucking, sometimes teasing with the tip of your tongue, then slowly slipping all the length of the tree into your mouth and throat, your busy tongue all the time.
I’m almost ready to come when you stop. A single drop of liquid emerges at the tip of the dick and hangs there. You smile and drag it with your tongue. My world is pleasant with pleasure.
You get up on your knees and you gut me. When I look, your breasts fill my vision. I’m aware of your wet pussy on my naked breast. I reach and take your breasts, one in each hand. I pinched gently and rolled the nipples, smelling them. You squeezed on my chest and I feel the slippery of your pussy.
I’m holding your ass’ cheeks with my hands and I’m leaning you to my mouth, until your hot and dripping cunt is on my mouth. I pull your body to me until my mouth sucks greed to your clit once more.
Enough, you pull out. I’m trying to get you back to me, but you turned around, showing me your pretty ass. I hit your ass, and when I stretched your legs to suck your clitori once again, I feel your mouth warm on my dick. There is now an emergency that has not been present before, as if our time together was almost over. Your mouth is occupied with my dick, suck, lick, teter. I suck and lick your clitoris, I put three and four fingers deep into your hot pussy. I lick your ass, then insert a finger.
I heard you were wasting your answer.
You withdraw from me once again, and you turn around, lowering yourself on my dick, entering it at the base. Your knees are up close to your shoulders and your eyes turn, showing the whites. You’re upset, impaled on my dick. I grab your breasts, now slippery with sweat, then spread the cheeks of your ass with both hands. While I keep pushing, I gather some of the juices from your broad cunt and stretch it on the middle finger of my right hand. I pushed my finger slipping into your ass.
You fear and scream now, wildly gyrant and boiling, impaled on my thief member, as you approach orgasm. I am glad that I could last so long, but I also feel the inevitability of my own climax.
Locked together, we yell at the weed, smooth with sweat and with the profuse juice of your cunt. We breathe like a now, wasting to breathe; You start giving short cries, going up in the pitch that your body reaches orgasm. Any sensation in my body seems to be concentrated on my dick, blossoming from a clean life.
Then, with an explosion, we hear almost, we get there.
I feel that hot sperm grows from my dick, filling your cunt’s cave. The mix of our own juice spreads on our bellies, mixing with our sweat and dragging us.
You walk away and you turn your body around, you show me your pussy. I still feel your lips on my dick, and I press my face in your pussy, licking mixed juice. I smell your mouth and tongue on my dick, sucking it clean. Soon we lie side by side on our back, head on foot, exhausted. Your hand plays well with my cock now limpid, my fingers dabble in the juices of your pussy. Our breathing is normal.
Unfortunately, reality seems to come back.
“How do I get you?” I’m asking for a feeling of imminent loss.
“I’ll call you,” you answer, trying your prickly smile without success. Sit down and reach your shirt and cuts. We dress together, quietly. The sun is lower in the sky, and there is already the suspicion of cooling in the air. I’ll take your hand when I get in the car, but your hand is slack and cool in mine. I’ll open your door and slip.
I go home, I start the engine and drive slowly, I’m ready not to finish, knowing I’ll never be the same. You feel silently against the passenger door, looking at the windshield.
“You never told me where you wanted to go,” I offer, my voice sounding hollow in my ears.
“It doesn’t matter,” answer. “I’ll tell you where to let me go.”
We arrive in town and you make a missing gesture at the bus depot.
“It’ll be good.” I start protesting, but you put your fingers on my lips, giving me the smile I saw in you, so long ago. “I’ll see you again. I promise.
And you left. I don’t care if I have your name, your phone number, your address. I don’t know anything about you, just the secret places of your body where I was able to please you. Sometimes I go back to that field where we made love and imagine you’re back with me.
I can still see where the grass was carpeted by our bodies, although it begins to go up again.
I hear your laugh when you jump in the long grass.
I can hear your groanings and your cries when your pleasure reaches its peak.
Who are you, Lisa? Do you exist only in my memory, having no life outside my fantasy? Where are you real? You taught me the secret places of your body, where by giving you pleasure I receive ten times, a hundred times. You taught me real privacy, not just performance; And I didn’t get the chance to thank you.
Standing on the edge of the field, feeling the pale sun on my back, I feel I’m not alone. I turn slowly and you’re here, standing by me. I catch my breath; It’s like you never left. You wear the same thin yellow t-shirt and cuts, and the same smile.
I can’t say anything.
“It’s okay,” you say. “You have nothing to say. I’m gonna stay here for a while. »
You take my two hands in yours, looking deep in my face. So the smile is back and you’re taking me back to the car.
When I leave together, I look at you sitting there, your legs crossed, your ass’ cheeks falling under your cuts. You catch me looking at you and coming back.
You slide near me and pull my free arm around your shoulders. My fingers brush your chest and you whisper.
“Yes,” you say fortunately, “I will certainly stay a while.”