Hitchhiker Lisa

Everything was too obvious, too timely.

But I stopped. I haven't picked up a killer since I was in college. I always thought a pretty girl standing next to the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250-pound boyfriend in the bushes, ready to send my car to knife tip.

I can see from a distance that you are cute, your long brown hair that groans over your face in the wind. As I drive closer, I can see your discolored cuts, so short that your ass cheeks are staring at you invitingly.

You're wearing a pale yellow t-shirt, the veteran of many washes, vanished to the colour of tapioca. Your breasts, not compromised by a bra, sting proud erect nipples in all who pass. Even from afar I can see the dark circles through the thin shirt.

You're smiling.

I'll stop by and roll through the window.

"Where are you going?"

"It really doesn't matter. Can you take me?"

I drink. "Sure. You slip into the passenger seat and suddenly I am aware of your smell; the smell of the sun and sweat on your butter skin. I realize you've slipped closer to me than it really is necessary. I drink again.

"What's your name?"

"Lisa." You don't ask me mine. Outside the corner of my eye I can see your breasts stirring slightly as we ride. Take my side look and smile slightly. I look away, embarrassed.

"You don't usually pick up people, do you?" It's a statement, not a question. I look back at you, more directly this time, and I see that you have become so slightly towards me, and you have become almost imperceptibly closer. I feel like my mouth dries a little. I can't help but look at your breasts.

I start imagining... No! Things don't happen! There's always a trap. I feel a light sweat on my upper lip. I roll through the window. We travel for a moment in silence.

You cross your legs and get a little closer. Your left hand is in the seat next to your thigh. With another side look I can see that the top button of your cuts is undone. Was it that before? I realize you're looking at my face. See what I'm thinking?

If I move the slightest, I'm sure my erection will blow through my pants. So I feel very quiet and drive carefully and slowly. Suddenly I realize I'm just 20 miles an hour. Looks like we're barely moving; the fields on each side of us crawl.

There is a big point ahead, next to a wide expanse of high grass.

"Could we stop a little?" questions.

"If you want," I answer, you can surely hear my heart beating.

We stop and you are out of the car, leaping through the high grass of the field laughing and turning, your eyes shining. With caution I follow you. You come back to me, breathless, your smell of the sun almost overpowering me. Seeing you in the grass I'm almost overcome with desire and I and I can think of anything more than you.

You're very close to me, looking at my face. The impish smile almost disappears while you are very close to me, looking for my face. I hit your cheek with the palm and I gently brown to kiss your lips soft and full. Suddenly your arms are around me, your mouth open, trying tongue. Your body insistently presses against me, your hands are moving up and down my back, hitting my ass and backs of my thighs. I'm sure my body will explode.

You suddenly stop. You get a little away from me. Your cheeks are slightly cracked, and you're breathing heavily through separate lips. Your firm breasts are gluing against the thin shirt, erect nipples challenging me. Cross your arms and reach slowly for the bottom of your shirt and throw it on your head.

Your breasts, now free in the warm sun, invite me. I take my breath, half sob, really, while I look at you there. You come to me again and you take my head on both hands, pulling my mouth first to one chest, then the other. I salutely run my tongue over the nipples, feeling hardened to the touch. You get my head stronger on you, like you want me to devour you. I am aware of the salty taste of sweat. Your chest fills my mouth.

Suddenly, blinking, you drive me away. Your eyes clouded with desire and longing, your hands move to the top of your cuts. Slowly lower the zipper, and leave the shorts to the ground. Keeping your eyes on mine, get out of them and stand there in front of me, naked. Your legs slightly separated, move your right hand over your dark pubis and hit the mound. You get closer to me once more and put your hands on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees in the high grass.

Your dark mound, very close now, fills my vision and smell of you, warm and dark, clouds my senses.

You throw my head at you and I'm immersed in your body. You spread your legs to tie my head, forcing your pussy in my face. I move my tongue over your clitoris, feeling it's protruded and hardened. I point my tongue and I run it around the base of your clitoris, pressing hard, and I feel that your body vibrates in response. Going down, I put my tongue in your pussy, now dripping with your juices. You are breathing in sobs now, still forcing my mouth against you, constantly moving your hips to bring my mouth closer to your body.

Your juices now cover my face; your taste is overpowering. Your legs spread more and more, and so I put two first, then three, then four fingers in your wet pussy. You groan in response, an animal sound from the depths of your throat.

You take my face in your hands and your lips are on my face licking your own love juices from me, kissing me deeply and demanding. I wonder how much more you can go on.

Then your hands are holding my shirt, pulling out of my pants; your claw on the buttons then, impatient, pulls off the shirt, sending flying buttons. Unlock my belt and release the top button of my pants, approximately starting the zipper. My dick jumps, already wet. You push my pants and shorts on my knees and knees in front of me. Your face and breasts are full of your desire, your eyes swell.

You put your hand on my naked chest and you push me back to the ground. You take my shoes off, then my pants. I lie on my back in the long grass, my dick playing obliquely into the sky. I'm naked too, except for my ruined shirt.

Your urgency seems to have decreased now, while you lie next to me, tried in a elbow. Put your flat palm on my chest and I can see your hand leaping slightly with my heartbeat. Slowly move your hand to caress my cheek once, then down my chest, to my belly, then further to my erect dick. Playing, you get into pubic hair, and then you hit me inside my thighs. My dick goes back and I stumble. My heart is beating, but I lie on my back passively, hoping to see what you will do.

I want to take over you and get in, possessing you completely. But I stay there docilely in the grass, hoping to see what you will do. I wonder if there's strength.

You put your fingers on my eyelids, closing them, and kissed me softly on my lips. You move to my chest, kissing, licking and combing down the road. You lick my nipples, first, then the other one. My dick moves impatiently.

I feel your tongue in my navel, then your hand in my erect cock. You grab my shaft with amazing firmness. Curiously put my testicles into your two hands, as if you test the weight. You beat them and release them. You lift my right leg first, then the left, separating them, and kneeling among them.

With my eyes closed, I can hear your breathing quietly, then feel your warm breath on my dick, and then I feel your warm and wet mouth slipping on your head. You don't move for a moment, but I can feel the least caress of your tongue against the tip of my member. I wonder how long I can handle this joke without coming.

Slowly you take me more in your hot mouth, until I am completely surrounded by you. I can feel the soft blow of your tongue as you step back, and the lightning of your teeth against the axis. Slowly and deliberately continue, taking the head of my cock in the mouth, sometimes sucking, sometimes playing with the tip of your tongue, then slowly sliding the entire length of the axis into your mouth and throat, your tongue occupied all the time.

I'm bragging now, almost ready to come, when you stop. A single drop of fluid emerges at the tip of my dick and hangs there. You smile at her and shake it with your tongue. My world is full of pleasure.

You get up on your knees and you tie my chest. As I look up, your breasts fill my vision. I'm aware of your wet pussy in my naked chest. Lift up and take your breasts, one in each hand. I gently ring and roll the nipples, feeling they respond. You bite me while you chop me in the chest and I can feel the slippery of your pussy.

I hold your ass cheeks with my hands and throw you into my mouth, until your hot pussy and drip is in my mouth. I throw your body at me until my mouth is to suck your clitoris once again.

You walk away. I'm trying to get you back to me, but you've turned around, introducing me your sweet, firm ass. I hit your buttocks, and as I spread your legs to suck your clitoris one more time, I feel your hot mouth on my dick. There is an urgency now that you have not been present before, as if our time together was almost expired. Your mouth is busy on my dick, sucking, licking, licking. Suck and lick your clitoris, putting three and four fingers deep into your hot pussy. I lick your sweet butt, then I insert a finger.

I heard you gasp in response.

You retire from me once again, and you turn, coming down to my dick, burying it at the base. Your knees rise near your shoulders and your eyes turn back, showing the targets. You get in and out again, fondling on my dick. I understand your breasts, now slippery with sweat, and then I spread your ass cheeks with both hands. As I keep pushing, I collect some of the juice that comes from your wide pussy and spread it in the middle finger of my right hand. I put that slippery finger on your ass.

You're groaning and yelling now, groaning and bubbling wildly, soaked in my member that approaches orgasm. I'm surprised it could last so long, but I also feel the inevitability of my own climax.

Closed together, we scolded in the mature grass, slipped with sweat and with the profuse juice of her pussy. We are breathing as one now, gassing to breathe; you begin to give short screams, going up in the field while your body comes to orgasm. Every feeling in my body seems to be focused on my dick, playing with a life of its own.

So, with an explosion we can almost hear, we're here.

I feel like the hot cum jumps out of my dick, filling the cavern out of your pussy. The mixture of our own juices spills over our belly, mixing with our sweat and making us slippery.

You walk away and turn your body, presenting me with your dripping pussy. I feel your lips on my dick again, and I press my face on your pussy, licking mixed juices. I feel your mouth and tongue on my dick, suck it clean. Soon we lay side by side on our backs, head by foot, exhausted. Your hand plays idly with my now limping dick, my fingers shake in the juices of your pussy. Our breathing returns to normal.

Sadly, reality seems to be coming back.

"How can I get there?" I ask, feeling a sense of imminent loss.

"I'll call you," you answered, unsuccessfully trying your previous pixie smile. You sit and get close to your shirt and cuts. We dress together, in silence. The sun is lower in the sky, and there is already the clue of a chill in the air. I take your hand while we get back to the car, but your hand is whipped and fresh in mine. Open the door and come in.

I enter, I start the engine and drive slowly, arranged the day not to end, somehow knowing that I will never be the same. He's silent against the passenger door, looking at the windshield.

"You never told me where you wanted to go," I offer you, my voice sounding hollow in my ears.

"It really doesn't matter," he says. "I'll tell you where to let me out."

We arrived in the city and you gesture absent in the bus depot.

"This will be fine." I begin to protest, but you put my fingers on my lips, giving me the smile I saw for the first time in you, so long ago. "I'll see you again, I promise."

And you're gone. I'm cursed for not having your last name, your phone number, your address. I don't know anything about you, just the secret places in your body where I could bring you pleasure. Sometimes I go back to that field where we made love and imagine you're here with me.

I can still see where the grass was mated by our bodies, although it's starting to sprout again.

I can hear your laughter while you jump through the long grass.

I can hear your groaning and cry while your pleasure reaches its peak.

Who are you, Lisa? Is there only in my memory, without having life out of my fantasy? Or are you real? You have taught me the secret places of your body, where by giving pleasure I receive ten times, one hundred times more. You have taught me real intimacy, not just performance; and I have not had the opportunity to thank you.

Standing on the edge of the field, feeling the pale sun on my back, I feel like I'm not alone. I slowly go back and you're there, standing next to me. I take my breath; it's like you never left. You're wearing the same thin yellow shirt and cuts, and the same smile.

I can't think of anything to say.

"Okay," you say. "You don't need to say anything. "

You take my hands on yours, looking deep in my face. Then the smile is back and you take me to the car.

As we drive together, I look at you sitting there, your legs crossed, your ass cheeks looking from under your cuts. You catch me looking at you and gnashing.

You slide over me and throw my free arm around your shoulders. My fingers brush your chest and murmurs approved.

"Yes," you say happily, "I'm gonna stay for a while."