The little Ecto-Cooler (a neon-green Civic hatch-back) pulled in front of me once more in our leap-frog game. I lost track at how many hours we had been keeping this little game of ours up but it kept the monotonous road trip mildly entertaining. I was heading back early from a family vacation 4 states away, because air-fare was super expensive, couldn’t take the full time off and I was a broke mid-twenties data entry worker. The “Ecto” pulled off the next off-ramp and I followed suit knowing they were probably as low on gas as I was.
The little car pulled into the gas station and I pulled into the second island as to keep-it-cool. I stretched my legs, pulled on sore muscles and joints and put the nozzle into my car. I kinda zoned out, my eyes eventually wandering over to the Ecto. I finally caught sight of its driver for the first time as the windows were so heavily tinted. A small little female Asian number about 105lbs soaking wet and 5 foot nothing if I was to guess. I smirked to myself thinking of the whole “rice-rocket” stereotype. She caught my eye and did a head nod of ‘sup!’. I did the same and that was that. Cute, petite, looked to be anywhere between 18 and 35 because Asian genes. But guessing from her outfit and car color choice, I would put her at 23-25ish.
I took off out of the station before she did and I thought that was that. 20-30 minutes later, Ecto pulled up behind me and our leap-frog game renewed were we left off. My road-trip driving buddy found me. Awww, how cute.
I don’t know which one of us started the window games first, but I want to say she did. On my next pass, I looked over at her tinted driver window to see her giving me a friendly middle finger salute. I laughed and gave her a similar middle finger with a smile when she passed. Each time we passed each other, the hand gestures became increasingly comical. Heavy metal rock-it hand gesture, A Surf’s up gesture. An OK symbol with a finger going in and out of it. It progressed in a downward spiral from there. Two-in-the-pink,one-in-the-stink gesture. Then one in the pink, two in the stink gesture. She did the tongue-bulge while imitating a blow-job thing while I cheered. I did the same on the next pass and she busted up laughing. We had a good time of it.
Eventually, she slapped a hand-written note in black sharpie in the window. “WHR U HEADED?” I wasn’t prepared as she was so my heavy penciled reply took 20 minutes or so to get dark enough to read. I slowed enough for her to pass. “LA, U?” The next pass sometime later said, “SAN DGO, STOP N VEGAS?” with a drawn picture of a Martini glass. We were a half day from Vegas at least so I figured she meant stay the night? WTF! So many things popped into my mind at that point.
I exited the highway and Ecto followed me. I was honestly excited, thinking now I would get to ask her questions, what her name was, etc. But she turned left at the light while I had already turned right for the gas station. My heart sank a little, not able to answer any questions or ask her anything. I filled up, washed the bugs off my windows, grabbed a gas-station sandwich (broke invincible college grad, remember?) and took a chance to see if I could find Ecto on the other side of the freeway’s shops. I found her car parked at a sit-down restaurant and I felt it would be weird if I suddenly walked in. I ate my gas-station sandwich in the car while parked across the road. I felt like a creepy-ass stalker so I said fuck it. I took off on the highway realizing she was out of my league, nothing was going to happen, just a road trip car acquaintance. I had to get back home as I couldn’t afford to stay in a motel in Vegas. A man on a mission.
The sun was close to setting. My mind wasn’t even thinking about anything other than getting home and sleeping in my own bed. 2 hours from Vegas and 6 hours or so from home. A flash of high beams brought me out of my daze and I wondered if I was driving bad. Sure enough, Ecto passed me on the left and rabbit hopped in front of me. Her tint prevented me seeing into her car but I still smiled knowing she found me. I flashed my high beams back at her and she tapped the brake lights as our way of saying hello again.
We traveled the rest of the way to Vegas a little more upbeat. She had to roll her windows down so that I could see her hands and exaggerated mouth words to understand what she wanted. But I finally got that she was going to stop at a bar in Old Vegas and to meet up with her there. I gave her the Thumbs up and I let her lead the rest of the way.
We pulled into a small parking garage near the casino bar. She pulled into a stall on the first floor while I had to go all the way to the 3rd just to find an open parking spot. Worried that I wouldn’t be able to find her in the Vegas crowd or at the bar, I booked it to the stairs only to find she was waiting for me by the exit.
“Hi, I’m Olivia.” I shook her hand and introduced myself. She was a tiny thing compared to my tall athletic frame toned from college sports and basketball. Definitely a car enthusiast, as at that Fast N Furious vibe going on with her. Not much make-up being on the road all day but her clothes screamed fashionista. A little halter top that covered her small breasts and skinny faded jeans that left little to the imagination. Walking to the bar felt comical as I felt like I was babysitting a kid sister from another mister.
Seated at the bar, both of us had our alcoholic beverage of choice. I can’t remember a single thing we talked about after she mentioned she had a boyfriend back home other. But I recall something about that she was still a grad student at UCSD, studying something regarding medicine but not going to be Doctor. I tuned everything out and just enjoyed the moment knowing she was off-limits. We relived a few of our favorite road-trip experiences together, the flipping off while passing moments, etc. Simply lived in the moment and all was good.
My thoughts were that I made a road trip friend and shared a moment together in Vegas. We had an adventure and now it was time to part ways. I wanted to get back home so I cut myself off at the 1 beverage and drank water. Olivia pounded a few more girlie drinks back so I assumed she was staying in Vegas. She seemed bummed at my sudden willingness to depart but I had to get back. She kissed me on the cheek and it surprised me more than anything. I played it off as a cultural thing and hugged her as I would a new friend. I left her at the bar and waved a final goodbye as she gave me a sad goodbye face as she waved one in return.
I had no regrets, no second thoughts, nothing like that as I walked to my car. She had a boyfriend, that was that. I drove down the 3 levels at had to wait in line to exit the garage. I saw Olivia walking to her car and gave a quick tap of the horn to give her another final wave. She beamed when she looked up and saw it was me. She ambled on over to my passenger window. I asked her if she was ok to drive and she said she was fine. Not appearing to be buzzed or impaired at all. She thought it was sweet that I cared and told me to wait for her to drive with me for as long as we could. I instantly agreed, happy to have my road trip buddy for a little longer. She told me to come closer as she leaned into my car. Olivia gave me another kiss on the cheek. Ok, that time wasn’t a culture thing. That was two kisses within 10 minutes. She was into me. I honestly was stunned, but I played it off with a gentlemanly princess kiss on the back of her palm. She giggled, wished me well and bounded off.
We were back on the freeway again heading towards California. The night-time driving was a bit of a blur, stopping at Baker for gas and a pit-stop. We chatted more at the pump and she was definitely into me. Standing close when we talked, bumping her hips into me as she swayed when talking. I got hard thinking about her but my thoughts kept going back to that boyfriend line. I was so conflicted.
The last pit stop was at Victorville, where we would soon part ways for the final time. Her restroom breaks were frequent on this last leg due to the alcohol running through her system. We joked a bit while stretching our legs and I made some crude joke. She laughed hard. It was a well-timed joke, but her enthusiasm was not equal to the hilarity of my pun. She leaned onto me for support and our eyes met for a moment. She was hot, into me, my road trip friend, fuck I was clashing with my morale compass. We kissed a deep tongue filled moment right there in the parking lot. She grinded into my now hard cock and I wrapped my long arms around her small body. I lifted her up off the ground by her ass and she squealed but we didn’t break lip contact.
A long moment later and we broke apart but kept eye contact. She beamed this huge smile that made her look adorable. But my fucking morale compass took over and I said the words that would make me cringe for years to come. “But you have a boyfriend.” She gave me a sad smile, nodded while looking away and just shrugged. Even in that moment I realized I fucked up so I kept trying to get the moment back. We laughed, enjoyed a few minutes of genuine fun conversation, but the moment was lost. I could tell she regretted it as much as I did. She wanted to make sure that it wasn’t a big deal, so kept things a little raunchy for my sake. I appreciated the gesture and kept it just as raunchy in return in our teasing.
Finally, the moment came were we needed to part ways. She headed back to her Ecto-Cooler and opened the door to get inside. I just kept looking at her knowing how badly I fucked up. She started it up and I unlocked my own car with my keys. Olivia shouted “Hey” to get my attention. I looked over my car and saw her standing behind her partial opened door. Looking right at me, she moved the door and hiked up her top. Her tits were barred to me in full glory. I immediately wolf whistled in appreciation. Her perk little breasts how hidden, she laughed at my reaction. Nobody else was in the parking lot at this hour but us which made this moment even better. I gave my arms an enthusiastic spin above my head and she gave another few more flashes of her breasts in return. I dry humped the side of my car as if it was her. The entire thing was bouncing left and right and she shrieked in laughter. She looked around the vacant lot for any immediate human presence and turned around and pulled down her pants. I got a second view of her bare ass and a sliver of pussy before she pulled them back up again.
Another appreciative wolf whistle and she laughed. We locked eyes for one more time and she yelled the punchline of that crude joke to the sky. I howled to the moon followed by a cowboy hat tip goodbye as her door closed. I followed her out the parking lot and back onto the freeway.
We parted ways for the final time 40 minutes later and that was the last I saw of Olivia and her little Ecto cooler. We never exchanged numbers, attempted to connect on social media or contact each other as far as I can tell.
Just a fun gone wild moment on a random road trip back home.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bpl317/my_roadtrip_back_home_was_a_fuckup_lesson_learned
Cool story. Thanks for sharing.
I am going to say you’re the one who felt strongly about not hooking up because she had a boyfriend. Own it. It’s honorable.