Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland - Sex Stories

Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland

... climbing into his truck. "This is it", she said to herself. Here I am, a nineteen-year-old girl hopping into the truck of a traveling stranger. You know, the kind of shit they make Dateline stories about. "

Drawing a breath in, between clenched teeth, she said out loud, "Here we go!" "What's that?", he said, climbing in. Taking notice of those beautiful long legs and the hem of her dress that was riding up much higher on her thigh than it did when she was sitting in her own car. "Oh, no, nothing." She said as she took notice of the gaze of his eyes, as well as where they were transfixed. Making a mental note that if, ok not if but when, she turns to talk to him, her hem will ride up a little higher. And if, when, she turns herself to face him while talking, she can pivot and pull her left leg onto the seat. And then she can lay back against the window. Where, if everything goes right, she will probably be completely exposed to him. A sly smile made itself at home on her perfect lips.

On her direction, off they drove. She played the part of the tour guide perfectly. Pointing out all of the town's historical significance and attractions. She pointed out where to eat, where not to eat. She showed him the Peabody and told him all about the ducks. "Over there that's where the Memphis Grizzlies play. Oh, and there's Gibson guitars, where they make B.B. King's Lucille!" She gave pause, with a smile on her face. She had passion and respect for music, he liked that. "And there, ...

... that's Sun Studio. You really should do the Sun Studio tour while you're here." As they drove down Beale street, he noticed her dress started riding up those long sexy legs. With her moving around to point out things on the left, then on the right and back to the left again, the hem of her dress was cooperating nicely, riding up a little with every move. And he most certainly took notice. At one point, he looked down and thought to himself, "if that goes up any higher, I'll be able to see her panties." Not realizing that, if he wanted to see her panties, all he had to do was lean over and open his glove box.

They were almost at Graceland and she was annoyed with herself, she was fully aware of how far her hem was riding up. She turned sideways, toward him, and put her left leg up on the seat, almost "Indian style". She laid herself back against the window in an attempt to 'accidentally' expose herself to him. Ugh!! She screamed at herself, "How do those sluts in school do it? How are they brave enough to do whatever nasty, kinky slutty things they can think of?" She knows all about the sexual things they do, she hears them talking in the locker room. "How is it just so easy for them?" What does she have to do to get him to look down and notice? Right then she sees him! He thinks he's being sneaky, but he's not. He thinks she's looking out the window, but she's not. So he does it again, and she sees it. "He just grabbed his cock and readjusted himself! I've heard guys have ...