John had driven up to a nearby city for business. He'd spent nearly 12 hours in various sales meetings, expositions, and even a dinner meeting. He was glad to be going home, but the exhaustion was overwhelming. As he got into his car, John considered the idea that maybe he should book a hotel room and just drive home tomorrow.
But after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to just head home. It was, after all, only a two hour drive. As he pulled out of the parking lot, John turned on the radio, turned up the volume, and sang along to a couple of tunes.
He did this in an effort to stave off the ever-growing fatigue, but as he started to approach the city limits, he was well aware that it wasn't helping.
It didn't help matters that it was dark out and that there was virtually no activity on the roads. The dim yellow street lights seemed to calmly urge John to slip into a nice, peaceful slumber. The unfortunate part was that it was working. It was at that moment that John noticed a hitchhiker up ahead. A mere shadow, yet given John's current state, the distant figure was a glimmering beakon of hope.
John had always avoided picking up hitchhikers because of all the horrible stories he'd heard, but at this moment, he was willing to forgoe the off-chance of a horribly painful death for a conversation that would keep him awake. As he slowed to pick up the journeyman, John realized that this ominous figure was actually a beautiful woman. She had dark hair in a ponytail and ruby-red lips. Even with the dim yellow street lights John was able to make out how red those lips were.
Somehow they were inviting. The woman also had on a blue and white plaid shirt and blue jeans. Completing the package was a pair of cowboy boots. Indeed, it seems John had found himself a cowgirl. He secretly thanked God that he was heading out onto the highway. He couldn't stand the idea that he'd have to listen to country music all the way home. John pulled to a stop and unlocked the passenger door. The woman stood there for a moment. She took one last puff on her ciggarette and through it into the bushes.
John took this moment to admire her body just a little more. She had perfect hips indicating probably a perfect butt. While her plaid shirt was a bit loose, John could still tell that she had around average sized breasts.
It was safe to safe John was attracted to her from the start. The woman opened the door, through her backpack into the back seat, and sat down. She looked briefly at John, then turned to close the door. She turned back to John. She turned and stared straight out the windsheild. John signalled and turned back out onto the road. A few moments passed and the car finally passed the last of the city lights and was out on the open highway. He was still tired and it seemed as though he picked up the only hitchhiker in history that didn't want to talk.
Or were they all like that? He'd never picked up a hitchhiker, so he really didn't know. He supposed that it would make sense that conversation with a total stranger might be a little uncomfortable.
Regardless of this realization, John needed to stay awake. And the only way that was going to happen was if he engrossed himself in conversation. Problem was, he wasn't sure what to say.
Then it occured to him he'd never even asked the obvious, "so? Instead, she merely spit out a one word conversation killer, "wherever. Almost a bit frustrated, he decided he'd just talk and hope she would at least reciprocate a little bit.
Helen shrugged, "bored, I guess. You're leaving town and going 'wherever' because you're 'bored'? There was a hint of anger in her voice this time. You're only gonna be in the car for two hours. After that time, you'll never see me again. Think of this time as a time where you can vent. You can say anything you want, I really don't care. To be honest, I'm dead tired and I just want something to help keep me awake. Why are you skipping town? She looked as though she was thinking about whether or not to say anything at all.
For a few minutes, the car was silent. John had just resigned himself to the thought that there would be no talking for the remainder of the two hours when she finally spoke. It seemed very difficult for her to say, but at the same time it also seemed as though a great weight was being lifted off her shoulders. I haven't been in one place for more than 6 months for the past 5 years. Some of them were absolute wackos! We'd broken up like 2 months ago!
I thought things would last with him. But as the months went by, he became more and more sex crazed! This story was about to get good! Helen continued, "well, Steve liked it al the time. He wanted it everywhere. At first it was great! We did it in resturaunt bathrooms, the shower," she paused and looked at me for a second. It didn't matter if we were at home watching TV, or at the fucking grocery store buying goddamn carrots!
He would just never stop! I mean, the whole relationship was based on sex. It never woulda lasted anyways, right? He wasn't sure how to feel. But the growing pressure against his underwear and up against his pants seemed to tell him that his body knew exactly how to feel.
He looked down briefly. Then he glanced over at Helen. Just that fleeting look and he knew that she noticed his bulge. There was a silence for a couple of minutes. John stared straight ahead at the road, and Helen stared at straight at him. At that moment, she reached out and put her hand on his thigh.
John gulped again as he realized that every stroke seemed to bring her closer and closer to his crotch. I'm always happy to-" John stopped short of finishing his sentence as Helen slid over and began unzipping his pants. She reach in through the zipper and gently stroked his dick through his underwear.
John swerved the car and quickly corrected. With both hands, she took John's dick out of the underwear and helped it peak out from the between the zipped flaps of his pants. John's erection was incredible. He could feel the pressure in his dick. The was probably the biggest, most intense erection he'd ever had.
Helen, meanwhile, continued to stroke it as though it were the most precious gift in the world. It was at this moment that Helen leaned downward. Slowly she began to lick the knob of John's dick.
John struggled to keep the car straight. Having completed her oral scouting, Helen took John's entire cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around and around. John took the back of her head with his right hand while struggling to keep the car straight with his left. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment. This was the best blowjob he'd ever had! As she continued to caress his penis with her tongue and lips, John began to slowly touch Helen's body.