There is something about being on a road trip alone. Is the need for space, or the chance to find yourself. Either way, the windows are down, the air is warm, and I have another 50 miles to my designation. I don’t feel lonely, well I might tonight when I am laying in my hotel bed, all alone, rethinking my life decisions. For now, I feel alive. Cursing down the highway, the ocean on my right, I follow the bends and curves of the road. The music is off, letting me take in the sounds of the passing cars and the wind in my hair. My mind begins to drift when I see a man flagging me down. He is wearing typical cycling gear, making me grin at his cycling shorts. They are either really padded, or he has been given a huge gift, literally. Pulling off the road ahead of him, I back my truck up framing his body in my passenger window. I am taken back by this beautiful man. His body is solid. His gear does not leave much to my imagination as my mind goes wild at the thought of touching him. “Is everything ok?” I ask, trying to play it cool and not let him know I am currently squeezing my legs together. “I’m having some bike problems, and I am not getting a signal on my phone right here. Do you mind giving me a ride?” purrs out of his god like face. “Yea, sure. Let me help you.” Turning I jump out of my truck and walk around the back of my rig. Grabbing the tailgate, he steps closer to me. I can feel his eyes on me, looking down at my legs, then back up, making me grin at the idea of turning this man on. As I pull the tailgate down, he is still standing next to me. I turn towards him, more like into him, and he stands a good foot above my head. I can smell sweat, salt, and sex. My breasts harden at the thought of pressing my body into his. “Uh,,, do you need me to grab you,, um, your bike?” I stammer my words out like a complete idiot. ‘Pull yourself together!’ going through my head. “No, I can get it.” still not moving. Standing in front of you, I feel like I am being evaluated, but for what I have no idea. God, you smell so good, my mouth is watering at the idea of running my tongue on your chest. Turning away from me you grab your bike and gear and slide them into the bed of my truck. Closing the tailgate, I avoid your eyes and turn to get into the truck. Hopping on in, I hear the passenger door open, and I cannot help myself, and look over to see your lean body gracefully climbing in. I can feel throbbing now between my legs and I do my best not to reveal my current state of mind to People Magazine Man of the Century next to me. Starting up the truck, I pull out onto the highway. “There is some water in the back seat, if you are thirsty.” I calmly offer this stranger, that I want in me. “Thank you.” You lean over and I feel your body against my side, pretty sure you are doing this on purpose. Feeling you sit back down, I can see you out of the corner of my eyes, taking a long drink, but looking my direction. I feel exposed to you right now. My thin flannel shirt is unbuttoned too low, and my jean cutoffs are coming up too high. I had not planned on picking up anyone, I wanted comfort. But right now, I feel like he is sizing me up, and I love it. “So, um,, what happened? Wheel come off?” I try to begin small talk in hopes you take your eyes off me. “Nothing a $10 spoke wrench can fix.” You turn and look out the window. I feel your mood change as if annoyed. “Oh, ok. Well, I am heading into Brookings for the night. They should have a place there to help you.” Taken back by the mood change, I let the sounds of passing cars take me over once more. After about 20 minutes, you turn to me once more, “So, what’s your deal?” feeling annoyance in your voice. “Excuse me?” not sure where this is coming from. “I am a complete stranger, you are a woman traveling alone, why in the fuck would you stop?” Sounding angry, I process what you just asked me, and calming answer, “Well, you were flagging me down. You looked like you could use some help. It is a busy highway, and if you were some crazy dipshit, I know what to do.” Confident in my answer, you still stare at me. Fuck, I have my Smith & Wesson less than an inch from me right now, I can take care of myself, dick. Turning away again, “Don’t be an idiot.” Wow, makes me want to drop this ass off at the next turn. We drive in silence the rest of the way, feeling irritated with myself because I am pissed at him for being a dick, but I also want to ride his hard body into a massive orgasm. As we make one final turn into Brookings, I clear my throat, “I am staying at the Best Western. I am sure they will know of a place that can get you the tools you need.” Turning into the parking lot, I shut off my truck and begin to gather my things. “Can I ask you a question?” turning towards me once more. “As long as you’re not a dick about it.” Grinning slightly at me, “Why are you traveling alone?” Sitting back, I take a deep sigh, “Because sometimes I just need to get away.” Opening the door, I jump out and grab my bag from the back seat. I can hear you getting out on your side, and I try not to look your direction, but fail miserably, I can see you stretching your body, tall, lean and that ass in those shorts remind me once again I am sleeping alone. Shutting the door, I come around the back of the truck and take the tailgate, pulling it down. I turn towards you and our bodies touch. Fuck me, goes through my head as I moan out loud. I see you grinning at me, making me wonder if you are doing this on purpose to torcher me. “Uh,, when you are,,uh,,, done here, just put the,,uh,, tailgate up.” I find myself grabbing words to make a sentence. “Thank you for the lift.” Still standing there, inches from my body. And those shorts! I turn and head to the lobby doors, turning once to see if you are enjoying my awkwardness, and you are. Nodding your head at me, I snap my head back and go into the lobby. Read more »