This is the second installment of “The Hitchhiker’s Gratitude”; a story inspired by, and originally submitted as a response to, [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/f4ft7z/wp_turns_out_the_hitchhiker_you_picked_up_is_more/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/RedFredHunter.
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The bell above the door chimed again as the wooden frame swung outwards. The wind still blew across the open desert staring down the small lobby from the other side of the long, bleak highway, but had died down in the few minutes that had passed since the previous chime.
Heavy, black steel-toed boots crunched in the gravel lot as a heavy-set, tall and sturdy man trudged his way across it, parallel the road. Stuffing a wadded paper receipt into a pocket with one hand, he absently toyed a room key with the other, its coiled ring swinging like a hula-hoop around his outstretched finger. The man’s eyes were dead set on the line of rooms – free-standing from the lobby – a few yards away.
Open-toed, dusty sandals flip-flopped in a slow but concentrated trot behind him, occasionally pausing, shaking furiously, to dislodge a piece of kicked-up gravel from between their topsides and the bottom of the feet of the petite blonde wearing them. Her hands swayed as her side as she walked, only rising, occasionally, to brush wayward strands of gold from out of her face. A warm smile spread across her face as she finally caught up with her companion.
The mechanism of the door-lock crunched as the key slipped in. The knob squeaked as it was turned. The hinges creaked.
The hinges creaked. The door thudded against the threshold as it closed. The mechanism of the door-lock clinked as the tab was turned.
“Oooooh, fuuuuuck meeee…” Kitty moaned, exuberantly flopping on her back onto the mattress. “It’s been so long….”
“So long since what?” Steven asked as he planted himself in a nearby chair, kicking up a foot to begin unlacing his boot.
“Since I slept on an actual bed…” Kitty responded, passively, sweeping her outstretched arms up and down above the sheets.
“Dare I ask where you have been sleeping, then?” Steven probed, succeeding in removing his boot.
As the heavy object thumped to the floor, and Steven switched legs to begin freeing himself of the other boot, Kitty rolled onto her side to face him, propping herself up with an arm.
“The back seats of *lots* of cars… A few sleeping bags… A few couches…”
She put on a mischievous smirk as she sat up, properly, on the edge of the bed.
“And *with* a very, *very* generous trucker, or two… Slim pickings for a hitchhiker, like me.”
“I bet.” Steven smiled, taking the jab in turn.
He grunted as he managed to rid himself of the other boot.
“That feel good?” Kitty asked, still smirking.
“Been wearing the fucking things for two days… Feels fantastic…”
“If it’s that bad, why wear steel-toes? Why not something more comfortable?”
“Company policy… Truckers don’t dress just for the drive.”
“What else is there for you to do?”
“I haul heavy shit… Crates and palettes full of auto parts and stuff… Sometimes, the places I drop off the loads at don’t have the manpower to offload it all by themselves. When they don’t, I gotta help, and my bosses don’t want me suing their pants off if something falls on my foot while I do.”
“Ooooh, a trucker, and a *strongman*? I might swoon!”
Kitty dramatically let herself flop back onto the mattress, holding the back of one hand to her forehead and grinning.
She “recovered” quickly, rolling onto her back, pulling up her knees, and quickly jerking forward. In one movement, she had rolled up into a seat, then stood at the edge of the bed.
“Seriously, though, you should get some better shoes for while you drive. Can always put your steel-toes on when you hop out of the truck.”
“Remember what I said about my bosses not wanting me to sue their pants off?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Kitty dismissed. “Speaking of *pants off*…”
Steven raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah? You ready?”
“Easy, cowboy.” Kitty smiled, reaching down to her waist.
Her fingers pinched a small brass button set in the faded denim, and there was an audible pop. Taking hold of the newly freed flap of fabric, Kitty pulled it to one side, and the purr of a zipper pierced the silence.
Steven watched, mesmerized, as the blonde began to shimmy out of the near-skintight jeans, her hips swaying in place as she mounted a short, successful struggle. Finally losing their grip, the pants tumbled down Kitty’s lower thighs, racing past her knees and shins to pool around her ankles.
“I,” She announced, stepping out of the now-disused garment, leaving her sandals buried beneath it. “Need a fucking shower.”
Steven didn’t respond, eyeing his bottomless companion’s legs up and down.
“Like what you see?”
“Liked what I saw in the jeans. Love what I’m seeing now.”
“Sweet-talker.”
“Can do much more that sweet ‘talk’.”
“*Stevie*, I need a shower.”
“Then keep undressing.”
“That’s *forward*…” Kitty purred, raising an eyebrow.
Yet, her eyes sparkled. She nibbled her bottom lip. Her arms crossed, hands grabbing at either side of her tank top.
She made no slow ceremony of removing her top, as she had in the cab of Steven’s truck. The baby-blue, sleeveless shirt inverted as it peeled up Kitty’s midriff. Her large breasts spilled out of the retreating garment, unencumbered by a bra. Again, Steven found his focus snapping to Kitty’s shockingly pink nipples.
“*Promised you you’d get to look at them more, later…*” She spoke, following Steven’s gaze, her voice low and husky in her trademark sultry whisper. “*I know how much you loooove looking at them…*”
Quickly, without a word, she tossed her tank top onto the bed and covered her breasts with an arm. Turning on her heel, she turned over her shoulder to flash the trucker a playful smile.
“But, right now, I need a shower…” She broke character, snapping Steven out of his apparent daze. “Seriously, it’s been, like, a week since I’ve even *heard* running water…”
Shaking her hair back into place and turning up her nose in a mock at haughtiness, Kitty dropped her modest arm and strutted across the room towards the bathroom door, leaving Steven to stare, entranced again by her swaying hips and supple, curvy ass through the cover of a pair of royal-blue panties.
In a moment, she had disappeared into the bathroom. There was a click, and a dim, yellow light poured out of the open doorway. There was a rustle of fabric, as though a shower curtain had been moved… Then silence.
Kitty peered out of the doorway, smiling, keeping everything beneath her shoulders hidden.
“But, you know…” She giggled. “I could really use a *big*, *strong* man to come in here and help me wash my back…”
Kitty stretched an arm out through the doorway, dangled a crumple of royal-blue silk between a finger and thumb, and dropped it to the floor just outside the bathroom before she retreated.
A moment later, there was the squeak of a knob, the rumble of old pipes, and the hiss of water rushing out of a shower head and into the porcelain basin of a tub.
In that same moment, Steven had shot to his feed, frantically clawing at his belt. He undressed with none of the grace Kitty had.
He didn’t bother unzipping his jeans once his belt gave way and his button popped, and instead hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of his boxers, hobbling as he fought to yank both them and his jeans down his trunk-like legs; dispensing with his socks, also, once he reached the bottom.
Rounding the corner into the bathroom, his baseball cap having tumbled off in his mad scramble across the room, Steven thumped into the far wall, caught with his shirt stuck halfway up his chest, its inside-out hem effectively blindfolding him. He stood still for a moment, fighting the cloth, before it finally gave way.
Flinging the fabric out the open door to join the rest of the trail of unwanted clothes, the trucker turned his attention forward into the room.
Kitty stared at him, peeking out from behind the drawn shower curtain, her hair already damp and darkened, clinging to her neck and the side of her face.
Her sparkling eyes were giving him the up-and-down, this time, as she surveyed the man in all his glory.
“You’re muscular.” She summarized, looking him in the eyes again.
“Big.” Steve spoke as he, more calmly now, walked towards the shower. “Heavy. But not fat.”
Even as he carefully stepped over the edge of the tub, pulling the curtain open and shut behind his blonde companion, Steven’s excitement was visible. Kitty eyed his quickly stiffening cock as it came into her field of view.
“You gonna keep that *Monster* under control, in here, *Stevie*?”
“Depends on whether or not you want me to…”
“Wash my back.”
Grinning, Kitty leaned over to collect a bar of soap from a platter on the edge of the tub, her bare ass pushing back against Steven’s waist. Acting on impulse, Steven’s huge hands came down to rest on Kitty’s hips, and he ground his lower body against hers.
Kitty gasped, quickly standing straight, but did not correct the trucker.
“*Wash my baaack…*” She whiningly feigned indignation, handing him the bar of soap with a smile.
Steven took his grip off of her hip to receive the bar. The sudsy object, slickened in the warm downpour of the shower, squeezed out from between the man’s fingers and palm as he closed his hand around it just barely too tight. The soap shot out and down, plinking off the porcelain sides of the basin.
Kitty laughed, watching.
Steven, silent, awkwardly tried to crouch to retrieve the small, slippery bar, pressing his body more closely to Kitty’s in the process. The girl groaned, betraying some excitement at the touch. Friction built between their bodies despite the water flowing down them.
Steven finally managed to sink to his knees, immediately reaching for the soap between Kitty’s feet where it had come to rest.
He paused as he reached.
“*Stevie*?”
The man smiled.
“*Stevie*, what’s wro- oooh!”
Kitty cooed as Steven experimentally ran one of his big, strong hands up her inner thigh. She shivered when his fingertips brushed against her quickly warming center.
Steven took notice, running his hand back down her leg, gently pushing it outward. The blonde readjusted, shakily, wordlessly. As Steven guided her other leg aside, she found it necessary to reach forward, bracing herself against the shower wall in front of her.
“What was it you said in the truck?”
“What?”
“About my beard?”
Kitty did her best to look over her shoulder, catch a glimpse of the man on his knees in the shower behind her as she bent forward, legs spread apart, hot water streaming off her naked body…
She couldn’t see him.
But she didn’t need to.
“Ah!… Ah!… Ooooh! Ooooh, fuck!” Kitty squeaked out as she felt something hot, soft, and slick slowly drag down her slit.
Despite it being soaked, Steven’s beard still bristled, gently scraping, tickling Kitty’s innermost thighs, his mustache the small space immediately above them. His leathery hands pawed at her hips and the softness of her rear. His lips sealed, warmly, against her lower folds as he mouthed her, his tongue extending in the odd, experimental lick.
For minutes, Steven continued to probe and explore Kitty with his mouth and his tongue, drawing small gasps and groans and curses from her all along the way. He enjoyed listening to her voice, it’s pitch and inflection wavering, each moan a clear indicator of her dwindling focus.
He grew more bold as Kitty’s brace against the wall slipped, her fingernails scraping almost audibly against the tiles. Her lower body pushed backwards into his face and he growled between her legs. The throaty sound shuddered up into the blonde’s core, drawing yet another high-pitched squeak out of her mouth.
“Fuck!”
Steven growled again, slipping the tip of his tongue inside her.
“Ah!” She sighed.
“Mrrrrrmmmm.” He rumbled.
“Ahhhh!” She moaned.
Steven squeezed her ass in his hands, burrowing his tongue deeper into her womanhood.
“*Stevie*!” She squealed.
His beard brushed a new part of her thigh as he slipped his tongue out, kissing the bottom of her mound.
“*Stevie*!” She begged, hoarsely. “*Don’t stop*! *I’m gonna…*”
Steven buried his face in her backside once more, with none of the slow, experimental progression he had observed before. His beard tickled her skin. His lips caressed her divide. His tongue probed her insides.
Kitty almost screamed as Steven made love to her with his mouth for those last few seconds before she melted.
Shuddering, spasming, shaking, Kitty shoved herself back off the wall in a fit, almost sobbing as fireworks went streaking through her body. Her feet slipped on the wet porcelain of the tub, and she began to tumble… but a pair of huge, soft hands caught her by the hips.
Kitty heaved our breath after breath, her face going red, her eyes screwing shut, her whole body electrified, as Steven gently slowed her descent, leaning back in the tub and laying her out atop himself as she finally managed to shriek.
“OOOOOOH FUUUUUUCK!”
Every drop of water that hit her skin for the next few minutes, as she and he sat there in the tub, tingled so much it almost hurt; her entire body that tender.
Steven held her, a warm and solid pillar in contrast to the smooth, cold sides of the tub. One hand held onto her waist. The other ran up under her armpit, clasping at the opposite breast.
Slowly, her head resting against his chest, Kitty registered the several things Steven had done.
“Good… thing…” She panted, catching her breath. “I brought… a *big*… *strong*… man into the shower… with me…”
“Mmm hmm…”
“You used… my own trick on… on me…”
“I did…”
“You hummed…”
“It was more of a growl…”
“You hummed… and made me cum… *so hard*…”
“I owed you for the blowjob in the truck…”
“You didn’t cum *that*… *hard*…”
“How do you know?…”
“We’d’ve swerved clear off the highway if you came *that hard*…”
“I’ve been eating pussy longer than you’ve been sucking cock… And getting my cock sucked longer than you’ve been sucking cock… Chock it up to experience, all around…”
“So you’re a *big*, *strong*, *mature older* man?… I might swoon…”
“You already did…”
“Twice… You’re grabbing my tits…”
“*Tit*.”
“*Tit*.”
“Caught you when you fell… Hand wound up there…”
“Don’t lie, you’re just copping a feel…”
“They’re nice tits…”
“Yeah, they are…”
“You wanna get up, now?”
“Yeah…”
Steven let go of her breast and her hip, and Kitty shakily sat up on her knees. Scooching forward, she reached up and twisted the knob, shutting off the water.
Standing, she reached for a towel, yanking one off the wall-mounted rack just outside the shower. Hastily drying herself off, she handed the towel to Steven and began to walk, a bit stiffly, into the bedroom.
Steven admired her as she walked, and it struck him, again, just how much more ran her arms and face were than the rest of her body. Her ass, in particular, bore several red, blushing marks in the shape of his hands from where he had grabbed her…
Finally emerging from the bathroom, himself, Steven discovered his blonde companion sprawled out on the bed.
“You gave me a ride,” She croaked. “So I showed you my boobs… I gave you a blowjob in the truck, so you ate my pussy in the shower…”
She looked up at him.
“And you paid for the room… So… Let’s…”
“Kitty…” He interrupted.
Her silence was answer enough.
“I’ve been driving for two days and a night… And, despite what you might think, I came pretty damn hard, earlier… So I’m tired as Hell…”
He made his way towards the bed.
“And you? You just spent the better part of thirty minutes with my face between your legs, bent at the waist, holdin’ yourself up with core strength and by clawin’ at a wall… Came just about as hard as I’ve ever seen a woman cum… and haven’t slept in a real bed in God knows how long…”
Steven sat down on the bed, quickly swinging his legs up onto the mattress and reclining, turning over to face Kitty.
“How about we get some sleep, before we do anything else?”
Kitty yawned her assent, and smiled at him, contently.
Steven smiled back, and began to pull at the bedspread, covering himself and his blonde hitchhiker in sheets for the night.
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*Questions, comments, constructive feedback welcome! Hope you all enjoyed the read!*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iqk60s/the_hitchhikers_gratitude_part_2_mf_oral_sex
Another great story thanks
Oooh my gawd….