It was raining hard. I mean, like a torrential downpour, the kind that doesn’t let you see ten feet in front of your face. Even though I was under the canopy, pumping my own gas, I was still getting wet. It was then that I saw her through a momentary break in the sheets of rain. She kept looking behind her as she slogged down the road through the monsoon-like conditions. Then she was gone. I finished pumping and got back on the road. Returning home from a conference in North Carolina, I thought I’d take a couple of days’ vacation. I needed it. I wanted some time to think. Think about my marriage, or lack thereof. Think about what I needed to do. You see, Carol and I were no longer on the same page. We had stopped having sex years back. She had said that she was no longer interested. It wasn’t me, she said, it was her. I believed it, until I caught her and her boss boffing in her office. I had decided that I was going to end it, even if it meant losing the house. But, there would be time to reflect on that, on the way home. After pulling out of the gas station, I saw her again. Short, blonde, daisy dukes and a gingham shirt tied above her waist and a heavy looking backpack. She also had an ass that would make the pope think impure thoughts. I slowed down, rolled down the window. “Need a ride?” She looked at me, all sixty years’ worth, and replied, “Sure.” She opened the back door and plopped her backpack down, then joined me in the front seat. “Where to?” “Any place but here. Where you headed?” I smiled and replied, “Any place but here. You running away from something?” “Boyfriend. Ex actually.” “Is that why you kept looking behind you?” “You shore are the nosy type.” She said, her North Carolina twang coming out. “Just want to know what I’m getting myself into, that’s all. My name’s Rob, Rob Cummings.” I held out my hand for her to shake…or not. After looking at me suspiciously for a moment, she ignored the outstretched hand, but said, “Meg, Meg Downing.” We rode in relative silence, ankara travesti the only noise coming from the country station on the radio and the slapping of the wiper blades as they cleared the windshield for the briefest of moments. Finally, I broke the silence, “Well, Meg Downing, where can I take you?” “Anywhere’s you want, as long as it’s far away from here.” “That bad, eh?” “Yup!” “So, did your boyfriend beat you?” “Like ah said, you shore are nosy.” “Look Meg, for someone who just got rescued from God knows what, you certainly aren’t being very friendly.” She thought for a moment, then said, “Sorry. Ah suppose ah should be grateful, you pickin’ me up and all. Ah guess ahm just a little nervous. Ah mean, ah don’t know you from shit, yet here ah am in as stranger’s car, heading God knows where.” “I can see where you’re coming from.” I replied, “I have to admit, I keep looking in the rearview for some guy named Bubba in a pickup truck, who’s hell bent on taking you back and beating me to a pulp.” She laughed. “So, where y’all takin’ me?” “Wherever you want, within reason. Honolulu ain’t gonna happen.” I glanced over at her, noticing her shivering a bit. After all, her clothes were soaked, plastered to her body. I turned down the A/C in the car, but that didn’t seem to help. “You have any dry clothes in that backpack?” “Probably not. I’d been walkin’ for over an hour when y’all picked me up.” “In my bag in the back, there’s some clean clothes, you could change into. I promise not to look.” She was smiling now. “I’ll bet.” We drove for a while, small talk and country music filling in the silences, when I suggested stopping for lunch. She declined, saying she wasn’t hungry. I insisted, knowing otherwise. She grabbed some dry clothes, went to the ladies room and changed, emerging in a drier pair of shorts and a tee shirt. She wolfed down a burger, fries, and a coke in record time while I kept glancing at the big screen TV, hoping that I wouldn’t see her face travesti ankara and an Amber alert. Late in the day, I was getting tired of driving in the rain. I broached the subject of a hotel and she didn’t object. “I can’t afford two rooms.” “That’s alright. Y’all can sleep in the bathtub.” She said with a grin. She put her hand on my thigh. I looked down at it, then at her. The smile was still there along with that twinkle in her eye. This could prove to be an interesting trip indeed. Slowly, the hand crept up my thigh and, try as I might to prevent it, my trousers tented. We found a decent looking hotel and went in and registered. It overlooked the mountains and had a queen size bed. After the long and arduous drive it looked awfully tempting, with more than enough room for both of us to sleep. I went into the bathroom, giving her some privacy to change clothes. Emerging wearing a pair of sleep shorts, I was surprised to see her sitting on the bed totally naked. Taken aback, I stuttered, “If you need something to wear, you can use one of my shirts.” “Y’all don’t like what you see?” she said, pouting. “Au contraire. I like it a lot!” Her blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail, small, pert breasts with tantalizing puffy nipples, and completely shaved. If I hadn’t seen her North Carolina driver’s license, I would have sworn she was younger than the sixteen years it said she was. My shorts immediately tented again. Seeing this, she smiled, patted the bed. “Ah need to thank y’all properly for pickin’ me up this mornin’.” “And just how do you propose to do that?” I stretched out in front of her, unable to take my eyes off her youthfully exquisite form. I was especially enamored with her breasts. They looked so suckable! She leaned over and pulled my sleep shorts off my hips, letting my hard-on spring free. “Y’all have a nice piece of equipment there, Mr. Cummings.” “As do you, Miss Downing.” I replied cupping my hands over her breasts. My touch elicited a sigh, followed ankara travestiler by, “Ah think they’re kinda small, but that feels nice” Her lips descended on my helmet, enveloping me in the soft warmth of her mouth. Watching my cock disappear, I groaned, “I see this isn’t your first rodeo.” I lifted my hips, feeding her more of me. My cock plopped from her face as she smiled. “Mah boyfriend liked me to do this. Said ah was a natural.” She returned to her task, licking my shaft like an ice cream cone. “You don’t have to do this, you know.” “Of course ah do! How else am I gonna pay you?” “But that’s just it. You don’t HAVE to.” “Well, maybe ah want to.” She said, taking me to the root, sucking in earnest. I just sunk back on the bed, my hand still clutching her left breast, feeling her nipple harden against my palm. She put her hand over mine and squeezed, making me squeeze her in turn. It had been a long while since I had been in a situation like this, so the urgency of the moment overtook me quickly. “I’m gonna cum, Ellie.” No verbal answer, she just wrapped her hand around my shaft and pumped, her lips never letting my helmet see the light of day. I grunted as my cock spat three healthy dollops of sperm onto her tongue. She swallowed without losing a drop. Licking her lips, she looked me in the eye and said, “Thank you, Mr. Cummings.” “Oh, no, thank you, Meg, and please call me Rob.” Getting up off her haunches, she turned, presenting me with that killer ass, “Is there anything else, ah can do for you?” “Well, now that you mention it.” I flipped her over on her back, opened her legs and kissed her hairless pussy. My tongue slid all over her lips, getting just a taste before plunging into the valley between. “Oooh! Y’all like to do that?” she said, half sitting so she could see what I was doing. Between licks I replied, “What’s not to like? Aren’t you enjoying this?” I feathered her clit as she squirmed underneath me. “Rodney wouldn’t do that. Said it was nasty.” She curled her fingers into my hair. “But ah have to admit, it feels pretty good.” “You ain’t seen nothing yet!.” I continued feathering her clit and plunging my tongue into her freshening cunt. She continued to squirm, rolling her hips, smearing her essence onto my face.