My Teen Hitchking Experience - Sex Stories

My Teen Hitchking Experience

... real good in those days as they didn’t have to compress the buds. My ounce was only about five buds and it probably bulged in my crotch as my jogging shorts don’t have any pockets, so I had to stick in down my pants. I had my hand up and a really nice sports car passed me and then pulled into the parking lot and made a U-turn so he would exit the strip center near where I was walking. The car was a dark colored Lexus I couldn’t see the driver since the windows were tinted and they reflect on the lights of the street as he approached. He rolled his window down and it was a man with blondish gray hair, dressed very nice and probably about 45 or 50, but everyone looked old to me back then. “You want a ride?” he asked. I have heard a hundred stories about hitchhiking, but the car he was driving and the way he was dressed I would have thought this guy looked more like one of my parents friends than any predator or anything so I said “please, thank you” and walked around to the passenger side. I got in and his car had leather seats and I wasn’t wearing very much clothes and he had the A/C to his car freezing. The man wasn’t obese, however he was a little bit plump as some older people seemed to get and it looked natural on him. This explains why he keeps his car so cold; larger people have too much blubber underwear is what I call it, so it makes them hot. “Where you headed” he asked after I got in. I told him the name of my cross street and said that wasn’t far passed it his house ...

... so it was no problem. “Do you want to stop by my place and smoke a joint?” he asked me. “It’s on the way” he added. I am sure I smelled like weed because I had just smoked a joint with my s****r’s friend and I had an ounce in my crotch that was in those ‘Glad’ kind of plastic bags, not the zip lock kind so I am sure he could smell it. It was Friday night and my mom was out of town, which means at her boyfriend’s house so they can have sex. “Sure” I answered him, and I was little bit apprehensive but his car was so nice and he was dressed very nice so it seemed pretty safe. We pulled into his neighborhood which is just a couple of miles from where I live so I felt a little more comfortable since I was back on my side of town. We arrived at his complex and he had to hit a button on a remote to open a large iron gate and then we pulled into a private driveway with about a dozen very expensive three story lofts. I felt much safer after hit another remote and the garage door lifted. We pulled into his garage and he had a white Ferrari in the open space next to where we parked. I opened the door very carefully to make sure I wouldn’t hit the Italian sports car, although there was plenty of room my caution was unnecessary. We walked into his house I couldn’t believe how nice this guy’s house is. The kitchen is bigger than the kitchen and dining room me and my mom live in. We walk around the stairwell and to the left there was a few stationary gym equipment like a treadmill, a stair ...