The Hitchhiker - Sex Stories

The Hitchhiker

... “When I opened the door, I didn’t expect…”

She interrupted, “Expect what? A Grandma? An old lady? Your Nana?”

“Well, you have to admit, this isn’t the typical car a mature…”

She cut me off again. “Tread lightly here. After all, I am your chauffeur.”

This woman was pretty fearless. She took off up the entrance ramp merging onto the Interstate like she was exiting from a pit stop at the Daytona 500. I glanced down at the speedometer, we were already exceeding the speed limit and we weren’t even out of the merge lane yet.

I was hanging on to the door handle, just slightly frightened. The car was weaving right and left, passing cars like they were standing still. “I appreciate you stopping to pick me up. My name is Paul. I’m on my way back to school. I am a junior at FSU.”

“Nice to meet you, Paul. My name is Darlene. Today is your lucky day. I work in Tallahassee and that is where I am heading. I saw your sign, that is why I stopped. We just have to make a stop at my house in Crystal River.”

This is luck. It is almost as good as driving myself except her driving almost made me shit myself. It was still better than sitting on a Greyhound bus all day and night. “Wow! That is great. My Father wanted me to take the bus. Thank you so much.”

There was a long silence. The purr of the engine was hypnotic. As we climbed up the Skyway Bridge I glanced over at Darlene. She was wearing a dress that was hiked up high on her thighs. Her legs were bronze and muscular. ...

... Then I noticed that with every bump in the road, her tits had a little bounce, she wasn’t wearing a bra. I couldn’t believe this senior citizen was starting to give me a hard-on.

She busted me staring at her. “What are you looking at?”

I was at a loss for words. Like a guilty child, I defensively lied. “Nothing! Why?”

We were flying past Tropicana Field. I wanted to change the subject. The only thing I could come up with was to talk about baseball. “Are you a Tampa Bay Rays fan?”

I am so lame. I wanted to catch my words and shove them back in my mouth. I should have come up with a wisecrack or something clever to say. The more I checked her out, I realized that she was a very sexy woman. Very different from the girls at school. Darlene had a confidence about her that girls my age don’t possess.

She ignored my question, responding with questions of her own. “Do you have a little honey at school that you like to hang around with?”

“No one particular. I don’t want to be tied down. I do okay though.” That was a lie. There was no one in my life. I had a girlfriend in high school, but we never messed around. She was raised Catholic and wanted to wait until she was married. The fact was, I was a twenty-year-old virgin.

“Well good for you, Stud. You’re a hunk. I’m sure you do just fine with the women.”

As she was talking, she pulled her dress slightly higher showing more of her legs. I was trying not to be so obvious as I looked over at her. She started to brush ...