The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1

... _____________________________________________ Friday 14th May 1971 04:05 am I've been driving for some time now. Need a quick break. After thinking things over for a while, I decided to take the interstate. I'm cruising down empty lanes in the direction of Arizona. No idea really what I'm doing or where I'll end up. I was right about the gun though. I've driven past a few parked trailers on the side of the road. And every time, I wonder how easy it would be to slash their tires and rob them. Of course, there is the danger of the occupants being armed. But I've been in some tight spots before. I trust my instincts. Maybe if I see the perfect chance. ____________________________________________ ____________________________________________ Friday 14th May 1971 06:59 am Fucking hell, what a night. After continuing on the interstate for a few miles after that break, I came across the 'perfect chance'. It was the car that stopped me. I saw another trailer in the distance, and slowed down to look carefully as I passed it. Upon drawing level, the car came into view. It was a Chevelle. A different model, but a Chevvy nonetheless. At this point, I knew I could do something here. I know the Chevelle fucking well. I know I can jack that car. Heck, I've had to do it a few times for my own. I drove a couple of hundred metres past it, and cut off the engine when my tires hit the dirt. After getting a few things together, I climbed out and locked up. The walk back to the trailer was nerve ...

... racking. Anxiety filled me. What if I woke the inhabitants up when I drove past? And they heard me stop? What then? Would they be armed and ready, watching me even now as I walked towards their little campsite? It was quaint. The fire had burnt low, embers smoldering at the bottom of the pit. Faded camp furniture sat in a circle around it. The awning was set up, and an empty cooler was leant against the wheel. I tried to use this to judge what I was dealing with here. But it didn't give away much. This could be a group of lads out for a night of drinking, or a family on their way to Texas. No way of knowing at all. I had to find out though. Carefully, I crept up to the window of the car and peered inside. Nothing, it was empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, I continued to the trailer. The windows were mostly covered, but through small gaps I could just about make out the interior. Inside I could see three people outlined in the beds. In the double was a man and woman, obviously husband and wife. And in the single at the other end of the trailer was a girl, probably their daughter. Other thoughts began entering my mind at this point. But I pushed them away. I had to keep to the plan. Finally I checked for any signs of weapons. There was nothing visible. Slowly, I backed away from the window of the trailer and headed to the driver's door of the car. After kneeling down and retrieving the necessary tools from my rucksack, I got to work. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually I ...