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The Hitchhiker

... get some sleep. She rolled over, and so did I. It took me no time to fall into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes it was light out. There was a heavy cloud cover over the Gulf of Mexico. Darlene was already up. I could hear a shower running in the distance. A hot shower sounded like a wonderful idea. With all the strength I could muster, I lifted myself off the bed and walked toward the sound of running water.

Darlene saw me walking through the door. I stepped into a stately bathroom. The shower was large enough for ten people. I counted eight shower heads spraying in every direction. She was in the middle using a large sponge over her body. It was exciting to watch her touching herself.

“Don’t just stand there. Get in here, let me clean you up. You have to get ready for school.”

There she goes again, sounding like a mother. I couldn’t help thinking that the last woman who washed my was my mother when I was just a little boy. She pumped a coconut-scented body wash on the sponge and started to softly scrub the sex off me. My dick started to thicken as she touched me. I didn’t say a word.

“You like this, don’t you?”

I shut my eyes, answering her question with a nod. The water was running down my body and the smell of coconut was filling the air. I wanted to bend her over and fuck her in the shower but, she didn’t seem to be interested in that. Now I was in full bloom, my dick was ready for another round of mind-blowing sex.

“I know what you want. We ...

... don’t have the time. I need to get to work and we have a three-hour drive and I still have to drop you off. So let’s get ready.”

She stepped out of the shower first, drying off quickly. Then she held out a large towel and motioned for me to come to her. She delicately patted me dry, taking a little extra time with my balls. The smile on her face was adorable as she blotted me dry.

“You do have a beautiful cock. So young and firm. The best part, you know how to use it. I wish we had all day, but we don’t.”

We dressed. I found my backpack and waited for Darlene in the kitchen. She joined me about ten minutes later. I was amazed at how she looked. Dressed in a dark blue business suit, a white silk blouse, and low black heels, she was the complete opposite of the nymphomaniac I was fucking just eight hours ago.

“Ready to go?” she said in a very professional tone.

I answered with the same tone, “Ready.”

We walked outside and I started for the BMW. I wasn’t looking forward to the drive remembering the way she handled the car yesterday.

“No-no, not the Beamer.”

I was puzzled. She started to walk toward the five-car garage. When the door opened I was shocked. She started to climb into a lifted Ford F-350 diesel. I followed her.

“This is what we are taking to Tallahassee?”

She smiled. “Yes. This is my everyday driver. I love the power. If you didn’t notice, I like everything big.”

She did indeed. “This is my favorite. It even has a name, I call it ‘The ...