The Hitchhiker

by Thom

She appeared out of the fog like a dream: strawberry red hair short and kind of spiky, a flimsy tank top that might as well not have been there, short-short blue-denim shorts tattered to just below her crotch, sneakers and white socks. Her bare limbs were thin, gangly and pale.

I was on day two of a drive from Maine to LA to take a car and belongings out to my youngest daughter who was a first year in college out there. She had flown out ahead of me to attend a month long orientation-personal growth session. Her wanting to be as far away from Maine as she could and still be in the country was typical of a third, very independent child. My deciding to drive a car out to her with all of her stuff in it instead of just buying her one out there was typical of my baby boomer child hood, 60's life style that I couldn't give up even though I was well beyond my 50th year. Closer to 100 than to zero I was fond of saying.

I had plenty of time for the trip, my life was between things and people, and I didn't have to be there until Labor Day. The first day out I had made it to the Rhode Island coast. Found a place, quintessential New England fishing village, to stay over that evening and had gotten a 4 AM start to head down 95, hopefully to get through New York City before too much of the rush hour hit. I was just out on Route 1 headed back to the interstate when I came upon her.

Thumb out like she had all of the authority in the world to be where she was, doing what she was doing. Duffle bag and back pack lying on the ground beside her. The word baby immediately came to my lips. Even in the early morning dawn of a muggy August day with the sea fog clinging to everything as if its life depended upon it, I knew she wasn't over 12.

It was later, of course, that I remembered Humbert Humbert's fictional road trip with Delores but this morning I was oblivious to the consequences as I pulled over just beyond her, squeezing my thighs together to relieve the ache that had suddenly appeared in my center. I pushed the zipper of my jeans down into my sex with my right hand as I fumbled for the button for the passenger's side window and lowered it with my other hand.

She ran to the car with her bags in her hands and said, “I'm going to California, LA really. How far are you going west?”

“Well, all of the way there myself as it turns out but don't you think you're a bit young to be doing this? Why shouldn't I turn you over to the police for running away from home? Where are your parents?”

“It's my mother that I'm going to see. I've been living with my father out here but he and my step mother are horrible to me and were happy to see me leave. They helped me pack and brought me out to the road here. Please give me a lift. I really don't want to get picked up by some dirty old man who will expect who knows what to give me a ride.”

Well, what would you do with that line? Probably what I did, introduce myself (she's Jenny and I'm Sara), and help her in with her luggage. Make sure her seat belt was fastened. Take a long hard look at her body before you put your eyes back on the road and start to drive.

We made good time that day, stopping only briefly to eat and pee, and by late afternoon we were well into Pennsylvania. As I got to know Jenny through the stories she told me that first day and the sweet smell of her body though, hurrying through this cross country trip was the last thing I wanted to do. That is if I could figure out how to make reality of the fantasy that was unfolding in my head about the pretty, little thing sitting next to me in the car.

We found a motel and after checking in we went to the motel restaurant for dinner. We were both feeling too tired from having gotten up so early and the road trip to do much else. Getting to sleep is what we both wanted most.

Back in the room, Jenny wasn't at all bashful about stripping off her clothes. Before she threw on an oversize tee shirt to sleep in, I got a glimpse of her walnut size budding breasts and a puffy, little girl's pussy mound prominent between her legs. I had already decided that I was going to give Jenny a bit of a show at bedtime so I fussed around in my suitcase while she used the bathroom.

I began to undress just as she emerged. I slowly pulled off my tee shirt over my head and then unsnapped my jeans and slipped them over my hips, sitting down on the bed facing her to pull them off of my legs. For my age, my body is in pretty good shape. My breasts are ample but not so large that gravity has made them sag much. I work hard at keeping my tummy as hard as I can, just a bit of lose skin here and there.

I stood up between the two beds, next to where she was laying, unsnapped my bra from the back and let my breasts come loose. Jenny had propped herself up on a couple of pillows and I thought I sensed that she was enjoying my strip tease. I then snaked my fingers into the waist band of my panties and pushed them down my thighs to just above my knees. I keep my pussy mostly clean shaved so my bare mound was at about eye level to her and I watched her eyes leave my tits and go for my cunt. After a moment or two's hesitation, I sat down on the bed and raised my knees up toward my chest to remove the panties as I provided Jenny with an unobstructed view of my bottom.

I stood again and pulled the covers off my bed down and climbed in.

“You sleep naked?” She said.

“For sure, I'm more comfortable. I hate the way I get all bunched up in night gowns while I sleep.”

“Thanks for picking me up today and taking me with you. I had a great day talking with you. I like you very much.”

“I like you too very much, honey,” I said as I turned out the light. “Good night.”

I immediately took the first two fingers of my right hand and rubbed a tight circle on my labia right at the top of my slit thinking about Jenny in bed next to me and he watching me undress. When I came it was all I could do not to scream out in pleasure. While I was pleasing myself, I think I might have heard a similar rustling of the sheets in the other bed in the room.

The next day out I spent more time driving the speed limit and wasn't quite as ambitious about where we might try to get to by night fall. When we decided to pull over and find a motel, I planned to manipulate the sleeping arrangements in my favor. I felt a bit guilty about my devious thoughts but not enough to not carry them through.

“I could only get one double bed tonight. Is that ok with you or do you want to try another place up the road?”

“No, that's fine, like a sleep over,” she added and I was encouraged by her positive response but I wasn't planning on trying anything just yet. I really just wanted to begin to be physically close to her. After supper when it came time for bed, Jenny surprised me by not putting on her big tee shirt as she had the night before.

“I think you're right about being more comfortable naked. I want to try it too. You don't mind do you if we sleep together that way do you?”

“No of course not. You have a beautiful little body you know?”

“You have a beautiful body too Sara,” she said and we climbed into bed naked together. As much as I wanted to put my hands all over her and start kissing her, I turned my back to her. To my surprise, she cuddled up, spooning me and wrapped an arm around my waist, just under my breasts.

“You feel good,” she said.

“You feel good too,” I said. “I love you Jenny,” and I turned by head around toward hers and gave her a kiss. She returned it and I rolled back over and we went to sleep.

Jenny was still asleep when I woke up. I pulled the covers up to get an uninterrupted view of her naked body, top to bottom. She was strikingly beautiful. Her Irish red-ness defined her. Red hair, freckles on her face and upper chest. Her otherwise pale, almost translucent skin. Her titty mounds just forming on her chest, high and prominent. I thought she would end up with very ample breasts when the process was complete, her areolas were very large, covering the nubs that were emerging. Her flat tummy. Her bare pussy mound, as delicious a little girl's sex as was ever imagined.

I bit my tongue and pinched my forearm until I experienced nearly unbearable pain to keep myself from ravishing her body in her sleep. Instead, I took my own hands and went for my sex. With her lying next to me, I was quickly over twice before she started to stir.

Upon awakening, though, she sensed that I was up to something.

“We didn't play with ourselves last night like we did the night before,” she said. “We're you uncomfortable doing it with me in bed with you? Is that why you're playing with yourself now while you think I'm sleeping?”

“I thought you might have been doing you while I was doing me? And what do you know about this stuff?”

“Well, I'm pretty normal for a girl my age. I enjoy getting myself off. I've masturbated at the same time with other girls too. I mean it's not like we don't know about sex. I've never masturbated with an adult though but I would be ok about it. I think you're really sexy. Do you think I'm sexy?”

“More than you can imagine Jenny and that's why I was playing with myself. I think I'd like to do more with you than just masturbate with you. I'd like to masturbate you, and make love to you. Do you understand what I mean?”

“Oh sure, like lesbian stuff. Girls making love to girls. I know about that but I've never done that before. I'd be ok about trying some of that stuff with you. I think you're one of the prettiest women I've ever know. And you are so much nicer than any adult I've ever known.”

I reached over and hooked a fore arm around her neck and pulled her face toward mine. I planted a kiss on her lips and continued her forward motion until I was on my back and Jenny's naked body was lying on top of mine. We continued to kiss and I caressed her torso from under the arm pit, across the side of her titty nubs, down her back, over her curvy little girl bum to her thighs and then back up to begin again.

Jenny responded in kind and pushed herself up to get her hands on my breasts. Her caressing them sent me over the edge while her kissing me intensified.

“You will have to show me what to do and please do whatever you want to me. I can't wait.”

I wanted to ask her to repeat that statement or possibly to put it into writing but I didn't want to spoil the magic of the moment that was before me. I also was determined not to fulfill my entire fantasy about her this particular morning, only our third day together, of a trip that was going to last at least a week longer if I could help it. I wanted to draw it out as long as I could.

“Let's just do ourselves together this morning, ok?” I said. We can try some other things over the next few days as we travel.

I planted one more firm kiss on her lips and rolled her off of me over on to her back. Leaving her where she was, I crawled down to the bottom of the bed taking a couple of pillows for support with me. I propped my head up and spread my legs open wide for her to view. Jenny did the same in my direction and then copied my hand motions as I pushed the top of my pussy lips into my clit to stimulate myself.

Seeing her play with herself turned me on to no end. The gentility of the technique I was using was not going to serve me well for very long. In desperation, I split my labia with my left hand, exposing my clit which was more than a little bit peaking out of its cave and began manipulating it directly from underneath. I was so aroused that it was impeditive that I took the most aggressive approach to my business.

Whether mimicking me or because of her own desires, Jenny followed suit and pulled her pussy lips apart. Her clit was, also, sweetly erect and it was all I could do not to turn a summersault and put my mouth directly on it. Jenny pinched her hood skin around her clit and shortly called out her pleasure in her little girl purrs and whinnies.

I was absolutely pounding my sex for all it was worth and when I came a brief time later, it was in one tsunami wave after another that seemed to last for hours.

As Jenny sensed my impending orgasm, she climbed back on top of me while I was still grasping my self with my hands. She showered me with kisses and held me tight as my body shuddered. I brought my hands, soaking wet from my sex, up to her face and, without prompting, she began to lick and suck them dry.

Spent, we lay together in each others arms, silently, for several minutes.

“That was beautiful,” she said finally.

I was speechless for several more minutes but I think the tears that had formed in my eyes were response enough at that moment. When I had finally caught my breath and pulled my thoughts together, I suggested that we get going.