Incognito

by HardJulia

Every once in a while I get sick of the celebrity life and I go incognito. A few close friends know how to contact me on a disposable cellphone if something really important comes up, but otherwise I just dissappear for a couple of weeks. I just tuck my hair up under a baseball cap, wear sloppy clothes and dark glasses and I could be anybody.

Also, you might be surprised to know, if you walk into a used car lot with enough cash in your pocket it's still possible to drive away in an untraceable car without giving up any ID information. That's just what I did this time.

I usually like desert country for my incognito road trips. The people in those dusty little towns pretty much keep themselves to themselves and don't ask many questions. It's so easy to get lost out there and be someone else for a while.

I had just filled up at a truckstop until the gas was slopping over. I bought a load of bottled water in a cooler too, it was starting to get hot. I was about to pull out onto the road again when I saw her standing by the exit sign with her thumb in the air.

You don't see so many hitch-hikers these days and my first thought was that a girl that age must be crazy, or very streetwise, to be hitching alone out here in the middle of nowhere. She was no more than eleven and dressed in what you might call a cowgirl hooker outfit. She was wearing fancy blue suede cowboy boots and faded jeans cut off very short. She had tied the bottom of her blouse around her waist to show her bare midriff. Like many people in these parts she wore a cowboy hat, but this one was pink and had sequins on it.

I realised she had been hanging around the truckstop waiting for a woman or someone else safe-looking to pull in. She had some sense after all. However, she was a redhead with pale skin and wouldn't be safe in the hot sun for more than about ten minutes. I stopped the car and motioned for her to get in.

"Hi," she said brightly as she bounced into the passenger seat and dumped her little backpack in the back.

"Where are you heading?" I asked. She nominated a town I thought was about thirty miles down the road.

"That's on my route," I lied. I didn't really have a planned route.

I headed off down the two-lane blacktop at a leisurely pace and we talked a little. She was going to

stay with her Aunt. It turned out her parents were having a major fight over something and she was making herself scarce for a while.

I took off my cap and tossed it in the back, my blonde hair fell free. My sunglasses were dusty so I asked her if she could wipe them for me a I drove. I pointed to a pack of Wet-wipes at her feet.She looked me over as she cleaned my glasses.

"You know, you look a lot like that actress, Jennifer Aniston, from the TV."

I laughed it off. "Yeah, I wish I had her money as well as her looks."

"Right," she said. "I guess she wouldn't be driving around in a car like this." "No offence," she added quickly.

"That's OK," I said. "It gets me from A to B."

She continued studying me before handing back my sunglasses. "You're even hotter than she is anyway," she said.

"Why thank you," I said graciously. "You're not so bad yourself." I was genuinely flattered.

"I guess you're going to see your boyfriend somewhere," she probed.

"Nah, " I said. "I don't have one. I guess I'm not into boys much any more."

"Wow," she said. "Are you a lesbian?"

I thought about it. My last heterosexual encounter had been on my last incognito excursion, several months before. I had sucked the cock of a ten-year-old boy until he finally squirted in my mouth, probably for the first time in his life. However I figured that was only because he was so cute and girly-looking. He looked so sweet in the girls clothes I bought him.

"I guess I am," I said at last.

It was her turn to be silent for quite a while, as if turning something over in her mind.

"If you like I can lick your pussy for you," she said eventually. "For twenty bucks."

When an opportunity like that presents itself sometimes your mind works very fast. I resisted the temptation to ask if I'd heard her right and decided to play it very low-key, in case she changed her mind. Without skipping a beat I said:

"Sure, that would be nice. I know a place just down the road we can stop."

We drove a couple of miles in silence, both wondering what we had committed ourselves to, I guess. Then I spotted the place I had in mind. There was a loop off the road which passed through the last significant stand of trees before the desert started for real. There were a few picnic tables around but they were deserted today. I parked under a big shady tree so that we wouldn't fry and turned the engine off. It was very quiet.

I looked at her and she looked at me. Then she looked down at my bare thighs. My skirt had ridden up as I drove.

"You kneel on your seat," I suggested. She did so and I turned towards her and put my legs either side of her. It was pretty uncomfortable with the door handle sticking in my back so I grabbed one of the cushions I had thrown in the back seat and put it behind me.

"Maybe you could help me off with my panties?" I asked. I wriggled around and hitched up my skirt to my waist.

"Sure," she said. I lifted my butt and she yanked my plain white panties down to my knees. We had a little trouble getting them off over my sneakers. I opened my legs, putting my left foot up on the dashboard and my right leg over the back of her seat. She stared at my pussy. Freshly waxed and smooth as a baby's, I thought it was looking mighty fine.

"Wow, it's a really pretty one," she said eventually. It sounded like she had seen a few.

"Thank you," I said. "I guess you can get started on it."

She was about to go down on me but thought better of it. "I'll take the twenty," she said.

"Oh sorry," I laughed. I had a couple of bills in my blouse pocket left over from the gas transaction. I handed her one and waved the other around.

"There's another twenty if you can make me come," I said.

"Sure," she said, bending to lick me. She still had her cute hat on and I had to lift the brim so I could see what she was doing to me.

She started by running her tongue along my smooth outer labia in long strokes, but soon opened me with both hands and got deep into my crack. She started taking the loose meat of my inner lips into her mouth, making sucking noises which seemed very loud in this silent setting. It was heavenly.

When she started on my clitoris I knew I would be handing over the other twenty very soon. I encouraged her vocally, saying some things you shouldn't really say to little girls and moaning a bit theatrically. I could be a porn actress if I wanted.

My long pent-up orgasm was explosive, almost painful, when it came. I gripped her head and pressed her face hard into my crotch. She put up with that for long seconds before struggling free to get some air.She rose to her knees and looked at me, her smiling face wet with my secretions. She looked pretty pleased with herself.

I handed over the other twenty bucks.I was glad in a way that it was over quickly. I was having visions of a cop's face appearing at the window, and me with an eleven-year-old's face in my pussy. It would take some explaining, I squirmed around and sat facing front again, pulling my skirt down and smoothing it.

"That was nice, darling," I said. "Can I do anything for you?"

I suppose I expected her to lose interest now she had her money but the way she was looking at me said otherwise. I was satisfied but I realised she was still hot for me. I can't tell you how thrilling it is to have a kid that age look at you as if you were a box of her favorite candy. Maybe you know, anyway.

"Can I feel your tits a while?" she asked. She had decided to pick the strawberry creams from the box.

"Sure you can," I said and started unbuttoning my blouse right away. I was wearing one of those bras that unfasten between the cups so I was able to present her with what she wanted very quickly. My breasts aren't large but they have have been decribed by many as being near perfection. She took in the view for a few seconds before grabbing me with both hands.

"Hell of a rack," she said quietly. She was squeezing me quite hard and was clearly aroused. Her pale redhead's face was pink now, and obviously not from embarrassment. I figured a girl as precocious as this might be able to orgasm. I thought I had better try to get her to come at some point anyway. It was just good manners.

"Can I get a look at your butt now?" she asked. I said nothing but, after checking there was still no-one around, I clambered into a kneeling position, facing toward the rear window. I lifted my skirt for her and both those little hands were on my buttocks immediately. She bent closer to me and I felt her pulling the cheeks apart. She was taking a peek at my asshole.

I was half expecting a finger in my anus but instead I felt a light butterfly kiss on my left buttock. I was getting pretty horny again so it was a little disappointing. I sat back down in my seat, put my arm around her and kissed her. Her lips still tasted of my pussy.

We were kind of doing things back to front. First cunnilingus, then groping and now our first kiss. I guess when you think you may be short of time you go straight to third base and fill in the rest later. Then I kind of reversed the pattern by shoving my hand down the front of her shorts and inside her panties. Things were a little tight in there so she helped out by pushing both garments down to her knees. I got my first look at her vulva, alabaster white and deliciously plump. I laid my hand gently over the whole thing, as if to protect her privacy, then bent down again and put my tongue in her mouth. She sucked on it for a while as I caressed her baby-smooth crotch.

I broke off our tongue-kiss just long enough to get some saliva on my middle finger. I keep the fingernail pretty short on that one for this very purpose. When we finished that kiss I had my wet finger in her little crack.

"This is amazing," she said. "You look so much like Jennifer."

"We could pretend I am," I said. "You can call me Jen if you like. What's your name by the way?"

Before she could answer I pushed my finger into her vagina.The tip of my finger was lightly touching her immature cervix as she told me her name. She was a Dorothy, Dolly to her friends because she didn't like her name that much. I finger-fucked her slowly as she told me she hoped to be built like Dolly Parton when she was grown up.

"Don't grow up too soon," I said, quickening the pace. Her flat chest made me hotter than big Dolly's ever had. She stopped talking and closed her eyes. It looked for all the world as if she was getting ready to come. I pulled my blouse open wider and pressed my breasts against her bare arm to help things along.

Just then I saw another car pulling into our shady little lovers' lane. At least it wasn't a cop.

"Don't stop...Jen," whispered Dolly.

"I'll have to for now, We have visitors." I pulled out my finger and helped her pull her shorts back up. She looked unhappy about it and I knew how she felt.

"Hey I was thinking," I ventured. "Maybe you don't have to be at your Aunt's right away. We could check into a motel down the road and take our time over this."

"Sure, I could call her and say I'll be there tomorrow," she said, brightening up right away.

I started the engine and we left the other car in a cloud of dust.