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Drifter
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Archive-name: drifter
I picked him up immediately.
It was a hot summer day when I saw him half-heartedly hitchhiking by
the side of the highway. He was wearing tight cutoff jeans and a
white T-shirt, rolled up over his tight flat stomach. He smiled
gratefully as I pulled over on the shoulder. He threw his knapsack
into the back seat.
We spoke politely as I drove. His name was Frank and he was hitching
rides across country. I glanced at him and saw that his legs were
tan, blonde hair curling on his thighs, sweat glistening on his smooth
belly and forehead. He didn't seem the least bit embarrassed by my
inspection.
Suddenly I realized how deprived I'd been lately. I was a young,
unattached and reasonably successful woman, but now found myself
staring at this young blonde drifter, becoming hornier by the minute.
The scent of his cologne mixed with sweat in the air of the stifling
hot car. My thighs were getting damp and I felt a hunger in my pussy
that I knew wouldn't go away on its own.
Soon we reached the next small town and passed a hotel on the
outskirts. He asked me to let him off as he wanted to explore and grab
a bite to eat. He invited me to join him but I declined, and said I'd
accept payment for the ride in another way.
"Payment? Won't a relaxing lunch be enough?" he said.
I shook my head, glanced down at the attractive buldge in his shorts
and motioned my head to the right. He followed my glance to the motel
parking lot. Turning back to me, he smiled and said "My, my, now,
that would be better than lunch right now."
I paid for the room and we stepped inside. It was a typical room with
a queen size bed. Frank didn't waste any time as he stripped off my
shirt and knelt to the floor to remove my shorts. I wasn't wearing
panties and he groaned when he noticed. He proceeded to lick and suck
my pussy until I couldn't stand it any longer. His experienced tongue
had me coming in less then five minutes.
He laid me back on the bed and undressed as I watched. He had a
muscular build and his sparse body hair was light blonde like fur.
The hair around his cock was wiry and fuzzy on his thighs. All he
wore was a sexy smile as he approached the bed.
His cock was level with my face as I proceeded to give him a hand job.
First I wet his shaft to make it slick, then tongued his balls,
holding them gently in my mouth. He whispered he was going to cum as
I took the head of his cock in my mouth. His cum was slightly salty
and warm. I sucked him to hardness again.
He pushed me down on my back, pulled my legs to the end of the bed.
With one swift he thrust entered me. He held my legs up towards his
shoulder for easier access as he fucked me mercilessly, teasing me
with his cock. He kept the head at the entrance almost pulling all the
way out before plunging in again. His hands melded into my hips.
When I came again he wouldn't let me go. He fucked me even harder and
faster gripping my legs tightly, determined to make me cum again. His
hands moved down my ass lifting me off the bed. I came again and again
while I clutched at the sticky wet sheets, screaming and moaning. He
finally shot his load of hot cum inside me and sank down on top of me.
He whispered, "You know something? I haven't even begun to repay you
for the ride."
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