Hitchhiker Lisa

It was all too obvious.

But I stopped. I haven’t picked up a hitchhiker since I was in college. I always thought a nice girl was on the side of the road with her thumb in the wind had to have a friend of 250 pounds in the bushes, ready to command my car at the knifepoint.

I see from a distance that you’re cute, your long brown hair floating over your face in the wind. When I drive closer, I see your faded cuts so short that the cheeks of your ass are inviting.

You’re wearing a pale yellow shirt, the veteran of many laundry, faded to the color of tapioca. Your boobs, unhindered by a bra, poke pridest nipples passing by. Even from a distance, I see the dark circles through the skinny shirt.

You’re laughing.

I’ll stop next to you and roll through the window.

“Where are you going?”

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

I’m swallowing. “Of course. You slide to the passenger seat and I’m suddenly at your scent, the smell of sun and sweat on your butterfly skin. I realize you’re closer to me than really necessary. I’m swallowing again.

What’s your name?

“Lisa.” You’re not asking mine. From the corner of my eye, I see your boobs moving a little bit. You catch my silky look and smile a little. I look away, shamed.

You don’t usually pick up people, do you? It’s a statement, not a question. I look back at you, more direct this time, and I see you’ve turned to me, almost unacceptable poet. I feel like my mouth is getting a little dry. I can’t keep looking at your breasts.

I’m beginning to imagine… No! Things like this just don’t happen! There’s always a catch. I feel a light sweat on my upper lip. I roll through the window. We’ll just drive quietly.

You cross your legs and you’ve come a little closer. Your left hand is on the chair next to your thigh. I can see that the top button on your cuts are undone. Was it before? I realize you’re deliberately looking at my face. See what I think?

If I move the smallest bit, I’m sure my erection will burst through my pants. So I sit still and drive carefully and slowly. Suddenly I realize I’m barely going 20 miles an hour. Looks like we’re barely moving, the fields are crawling past each side of us.

There’s a wide place down the road, next to a wide view of big grass.

Can we stop for a second?

“If you want,” I answer, surely you can hear my heart beat.

We stop and you’re out of the car, jumping the big grass of the field and turning around, glinting your eyes. Careful, I’ll follow you. You come back to me, breathless, your sunsweet smells almost too much. Seeing you in the grass that I almost overcome with desire and I can’t think of anything but you.

You’re very close to me, looking in my face. The impish smile almost disappears when you’re very close to me and searching my face. I stroke your cheek with my palm and bend softly to kiss your soft, full lips. Suddenly your arms are around me, your mouth is wide open, tongue pretending. Your body is pressing against me, your hands are moving on my back, robbing my ass and my thighs. I’m sure my body will explode.

Suddenly you stop. You’re pulling something away from me. Your cheeks are a little flushed, and you’re breathing heavy with shared lips. Your strong boobs against the t-shirt, honor nipples that challenge me. You cross your arms and slowly reach to the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your head.

Your breasts, now free in the warm sun, invite me. I get my breath, half a sob, really, when I look at you. You come back to me and take my head in both hands, pull my mouth to one chest first, then the other. Greed that I’m running my tongue over the nipples, feeling them on the light. You pull my head harder, like you want me to devour you. I’m aware of the salty taste of your sweat. Your chest fills my mouth.

Suddenly, panting, you push me away. Your eyes cloud with desire and desire, your hands move to the top of your cuts. Slow down the zipper and drop the pants to the ground. You keep your eyes on mine, you step out and stand there for me, naked. Your legs a little bit apart, move your right hand over your dark pubis and stroke the hill. You get close to me again and put your hands on my shoulders, press me on my knees in the high grass.

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

You pull my head towards you, and I’m dozed into your body. You spread your legs to push my head, shove your cunt in my face. I put my tongue over your clit, feel it protrude and hard. I’ll point my tongue at the base of your clit, press hard, and feel your body trembling in response. On my way down, I’ll stick my tongue in your cunt, drip your juices now. You’re breathing in the sobs now, you’re still forcing my mouth against you, constantly moving your hips to tighten my mouth with your body.

Your juices cover my face, the taste of you is overwhelming. Your legs are getting bigger and bigger, so I’ll put two first, then three, then four fingers deep in your wet cunt. You moan in response, an animal noise from deep down your throat.

You take my face in your hands and your lips are on my face and lick your own love juice off me, you kiss me deep and demanding. I wonder how much longer you can go on.

Then your hands grab my shirt, pull it out of my pants, claw on the buttons then, impatient, pulls the shirt open, sends buttons. You untie my belt and escape the top button of my pants, roughly the zipper. My dick jumps out, all moist. You push my pants and shorts to my knees and kneel before me. Your face and breasts are flushed with your desire, smuggling your eyes.

You put your hand on my bare chest and push me back to the ground. You take off my shoes, then my pants. I’m lying on my back in the long grass, slinginging my dick to heaven. I’m naked, too, except my broken shirt.

Your urgency seems to have been transferred now while you’re sitting next to me, sprayed on an elbow. You put your palm on my chest and I can see your hand jump with my heartbeat. Slowly you move your hand to rob my cheek, then in my chest, to my stomach, and then down to my honor dick. You pick the pubic hair and rob the inside of my thighs. My dick hits and gas. My heart beats, but I’m passive on my back, waiting to see what you’re gonna do.

I want to confiscate you roughly and possess you completely. But I’m lying there in the grass, waiting to see what you’re gonna do. I wonder if you have any power.

You put your fingers on my eyelids, close them, and you kiss me gently on the lips. You move to my chest, kiss and lick and choke on the way down. You lick and nibble my nipples, the first, then the other. My dick is struggling impatiently.

I can feel your tongue in my belly button, then your hand on my honor dick. You grab my shaft with surprising firm. Gently, keep my balls in your two hands, like you’re testing the weight. You rob them and release them. You lift my right leg first, then left, separate them, and kneel in between.

Now that my eyes are still closed, I can hear your calm breathing, I can feel your warm, wet mouth over the head. You’re not moving for a moment, but I feel the smallest care of your tongue against the tip of my member. I wonder how long I can stand this without coming.

Slowly, you take more of me in your warm mouth until I’m all surrounded by you. I can feel the gentle flake of your tongue when you pull back and scrape the light from your teeth against the shaft. Slowly and deliberately, you go on, first take the head of my dick in your mouth, sometimes suck, sometimes tease with the tip of your tongue, then slowly the whole height of the shaft in your mouth and through your tongue,

I’m almost ready to come when you stop. A single drop of liquid comes to the tip of dick mine and hangs there. You laugh at it and throw it off with your tongue. My world is blurry with pleasure.

You’re rising on your knees and bending my chest. When I look up, your boobs fill my vision. I’m conscious of your wet cunt on my bare chest. I reach up and grab your breasts, one in each hand. I squeeze softly and roll the nipples, feel them responding. You squeal when you crack my chest and I can feel the glibness of your cunt.

I’ll keep the cheeks of your ass with my hands and pull you to my mouth until your warm and dripping cunt is in my mouth. I’ll pull your body towards me until my mouth is greedy in your clit.

Abruptly, pull away. I’m trying to pull you back, but you turned around, introduced you to me. I stroke your buttocks, and when I spread your legs to suck back on your clit, I feel your hot mouth on my dick. There’s a urgency that hasn’t arrived yet, as if our time together was about to end. Your mouth is busy with my dick, sucking, licking, clapping. I suck and lick your clit, put three and four fingers deep in your hot cunt. I’ll lick your sweet ass and stick a finger in it.

I hear you in response.

You pull back from me and turn around, put yourself on my dick, bury it to base. Your knees are close to your shoulders and your eyes roll back and show the whites. You rock back and forth, improvised on my crawling dick. I’ll grab your boobs, now smooth with sweat and spread the cheeks of your ass with both hands. While I push through, I’ll gather some juice from your wide cunt and spread it to the middle finger of my right hand. I’m gonna stick that smooth finger in your ass.

You’re screaming and screaming now, gyration and boning, improvised on my troubling member while you approach orgasm. I can last so long, but I also feel the inevitability of my own climax.

Locked together, we’re struggling on the grass, swallowing sweat and using your cunt’s juice. We breathe like one now, breathe, you start screaming, rising in the root when your body reaches orgasm. All sensation in my body looks focused on my dick, beating with my own life.

Then, with an explosion we can almost hear, we’re coming.

I feel the hot sperm of my dick filling the cave of your cunt. The mixture of our own juices flows on our bellys, mixes with our sweat and makes us smooth.

You pull away and turn your body around and give your drop cunt to me. I can feel your lips on my dick again, and I’ll shove my face in your cunt, lick the mixed juices. I can feel your mouth and tongue on my dick, sucking it clean. Soon we’ll be on our backs, head to foot, exhausted. Your hand plays frosty with my weak dick, shake my fingers in the juices of your bitch. Our breathing is back to normal.

Unfortunately, reality seems to return.

How can I reach you? I ask, feel a sense of insignificant loss.

“I’ll call you,” you answer, unscathed attempt at your previous pixie smile. You sit up and reach for your shirt and cut off. We dress together, quietly. The sun is lower in the air, and there’s already the hint of a chill in the air. I’ll get your hand when we walk back to the car, but your hand is slack and cool in mine. I open your door and you slide in.

I get in, start the engine and drive slowly away, prepare not to end the day, knowing I’ll never be the same again. You sit still on the passenger door, staring through the windshield.

“You never told me where you wanted to go,” I offer, my voice sounds hollow in my ears.

“It really doesn’t matter,” you answer. “I’ll tell you where to let me go.”

We’re coming to town and you’re signing off on the bus depot.

“This will be fine.” I started protesting, but you put your fingers on my lips, gave me the smile I first saw in you, so long ago. I’ll see you around. I promise.”

And you’re gone. I curse myself because I didn’t get your last name, your phone number, your address. I don’t know anything about you, just the secret places of your body where I could bring you pleasure. Sometimes I drive back to that field where we made love and think you’re here with me.

I can still see where the grass was taken down by our bodies, even though it’s growing up again.

I can hear your laughter if you skip the long grass.

I hear you moaning and crying when your fun reaches the top.

Who are you, Lisa? Are you alone in my memory, without life outside my fantasy? Or are you real? You taught me the secret places of your body, where I give you pleasure that I get tenfold, a hundred feet. You taught me real intimacy, not just performances, and I haven’t had a chance to thank you.

On the edge of the field, feeling the sun on my back, I feel I’m not alone. Slowly I turn and you’re standing next to me. I’m breathing. It’s like you never left. You’re wearing the same thin yellow shirt and cutting off and the same smile.

I can’t say anything.

It’s okay, you say. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll stay here.

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

While we’re driving away together, I’m looking at you there, crossing your legs, the cheeks of your ass popping out under your cuts. You see me staring and grinking back.

You slide close to me and pull my arm around your shoulders. My fingers are brushing your chest and you’re hugging right.

“Yes,” you say happy, “I’ll definitely be here for a while.”