A little bit of background. I had just taken delivery of my new pickup truck. Now, trucks are not like they used to be. The truck I just bought has an interior that rivals a Mercedes S class, leather everywhere and a 12 inch touchscreen on the dash. The back seat is absolutely huge. It is far bigger than even my Escalade.
I pulled into the gas station in this little town in the middle of the northwoods. It had been a long drive with nothing but trees for scenery. Once nightfall crept in, things got real boring, real fast. The amazing stereo system kept me awake by filling the cab with crystal clear country music. The air ride suspension absorbed the imperfections in the road and I was really enjoying my new purchase.
I will admit I was a bit self absorbed as I filled the gas tank and I was a bit startled when a much younger lady approached me from behind, put her hand on my shoulder and exclaimed “nice truck!”.
I thanked her and we chatted a bit. She was asking me all kinds of questions about my truck and its features. Of course, I was pretty proud of it and I had researched the hell out of it before I bought it, so I was a bit of a geek with information. She told me she was a Chevy girl and her dad was a Chevy guy and he would disown her if she drove a Ram like mine. I laughed and I told her that I understood. I also told her that variety is the spice of life and she shouldn’t be afraid to try new things. By now the nozzle had clicked off and my tank was full. I needed to run into the store and buy a bottle of water and a sixer of some local craft brew. As I turned away the young lady asked if she could check out the interior of my truck. I laughed and said “if you think it is dark enough that your dad won’t see you… knock yourself out.”.
I walked past an old beat up Chevy truck with “redneck girl” type stickers all over the rear window, tailgate and back bumper. There was also a “Class of 2017” sticker from the local high school on the bumper. I laughed to myself that my new friend was probably at least 18 because she didn’t seem like the kind of girl who was smart enough to skip a couple of grades in school.
I paid for my gas and purchases in the store and walked back to my truck only to find my new friend in the drivers seat. I laughed and asked how her dad would feel about her driving a Ram. She laughed and said “There are a lot of things Daddy doesn’t know about his little girl.” She followed this up with the most devilish grin I have seen in a while. I walked around to the passenger seat and climbed in.
As we drove I gave her the visual inspection that I had neglected earlier. I had earlier noticed that she was hot in a country girl sort of way. She was wearing a zip up hoodie sweatshirt that appeared to be hiding an exceptional set of tits. She also had on some sort of yoga/stretch pants that showed off her legs. Her legs looked kind of muscular. I asked her if she played soccer in high school. “Guilty” she replied. She was bouncing around in the seat as Luke Combs played one of my favorite songs in the radio. I asked if she could turn it up because I loved this song. Her response was ‘Me too!” as she cranked the knob hard to the right. Suddenly out of nowhere she applied the brakes and turned down an unmarked road to the right. I laughed “Is this where you take your victims?”.
She responded “Only the ones I want to fuck”. We drove down this narrow path for about a quarter mile. Honestly, I was scared that this girl was going to rub up against a tree or some brush and fuck up the paint on my new truck. Thankfully we made it to a very small clearing, unscathed, where she turned the truck around.
She shut the the truck off and jumped between the seats and into the back seat. She unzipped her sweatshirt and exposed the most perfect pair of tits I have seen in a long time. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her b/c cups looked beautiful in the moonlight. She asked “what are you waiting for?” I thought about diving between the seats, but at 50, that was going to require a level of limberness that I no longer possessed. Rather, I exited the front door and scrambled to the back. The interior light put her on full display as she began to wiggle out of her pants as I entered the backseat.
Now I don’t know exactly when women stopped shaving their pubic hair off, but I am glad to see them wearing a full bush again. She kicked off her shoes, pants and tiny undies but left her white ankle socks on. I grabbed her legs, threw one over each shoulder and began nuzzling my face into her thick patch. She was quite wet and pulled her legs back the way only a young athletic woman can. Her taste was fresh and it triggered memories from so many years ago. She grabbed my hair with her right hand and pulled my hair as I did my best to satisfy this horny vixen. She started cumming and moaning all while saying this is why she only fucks old guys. Then she started with the “Daddy” talk and it wasn’t long before those athletic legs were wrapped around my head and she began applying vice like pressure. Then she started cumming again. This time her mood changed and she began calling me an old pervert and a dirty old man. I was still licking her beautiful cunt but I was thinking that this might be a good time to stop. I backed off a bit when she grabbed my hair with both hands and exclaimed “I’m not done with you yet fucker”. She started bucking and I grabbed her firm ass with both hands and used my thumbs to spread her ass. I ran my tongue over her asshole and she lost control as I showed her just how dirty I was. She was alternating between spreading as far as she could and clenching as hard as she could. All while moaning, screaming and calling me “old fuck”.
Finally she pushed my head away and panted that she was done. I had yet to explore her tits or even get my hard-on out of my pants.
She grabbed her thong or whatever panties off of the floor and used them to wipe up her soaking wet cunt. She then stretched them over the headrest of my drivers seat and said “No charge for the air freshener.” She then grabbed her pants and wiggled back into them. All the while I am sitting back staring at her tight body, wondering what the fuck just happened.
I ask her “What the hell? Aren’t you going to at least help me get off?”
She looks me dead in the eye and said “Ram drivers are jerk-offs, take care of yourself.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9jz47y/mf_the_pickup