A hitch-hikers Guide to...
I retired from the Sheriff's Department when I was just 40 years old having served 20 years in Meade County, South Dakota. I loved my job and with just 26 thousand residents it wasn't exactly the murder capital of the U.S, so life was quiet for the most part, but I always wanted to see the rest of the USA, so I vowed to spend 3 months each year touring different states.
Travel normally involved a mixture of buses, trains and hitch-hiking but I preferred thumbing a lift because I got to meet all sorts of people, mostly truck drivers, farmers, working people, good people. Getting a ride wasn't always easy right enough due to my general appearance. I stand 6' 4 and weigh almost 230lbs with messy sandie coloured hair that never stays still.
I was lucky in school because of my height and general build and all through my working career it served me well. My forearms were larger than most mans biceps and my torso and chest are just slabs of solid muscle. Once, during a fight, a drunken guy in a bar tried to stab me with a broken bottle and despite small lacerations to my skin, it couldn't get through my abdominals.
I wouldn't say I was a GQ magazine material, but I had my share of girlfriends and none of them complained. My eyes are a steely blue colour and perhaps my nose is a little out of shape from one-to-many scuffs but overall, I'm probably I would consider myself a 7 out of 10. I was blessed with great genetics physically and that extended to my manhood I'm pleased to say both in terms of length and girth.
I was 3 weeks into my 3-month travels and heading west towards Oregon. This would take me past Wyoming, through Jackson and past Idaho Falls. There were a number of reservations and National Parks on route, so the scenery was bound to be fantastic. I had spent a few days in the town of Burlington and was waiting at the on ramp to Highway 14. It was late afternoon, so I had missed most of the commercial traffic and was relying purely on holiday makers and other sightseers, which was never very lucrative. Young families didn't want some huge stranger along for the ride, single females felt too vulnerable and so on and so forth.
I was just about to call it a day and head back to the bus depot when an old blue coloured Chevrolet minivan pulled past me, travelled about 30 yards and then stopped. This was the moment of decision, right about now they would be discussing whether they should pick me up or keep on driving.
I didn't want to run towards them, that was never a good sign, it would seem too eager and if they pulled away, I just looked like an idiot. 10 seconds later the van reversed, and I was surprised to see a young girl of perhaps 22 or 23 years old, smiling at me through the open driver's side window. Beside her was another girl of similar age. The driver had a native Indian look about her. Long, jet black hair, olive skin and dark mysterious eyes, a narrow almost elf-like features. She had thin arms poking out from under an olive-green t-shirt with some sort of surfing logo on it I couldn't make out at first glance, but she was very pretty.
Beside her sat a blonde girl, also attractive but opposite in just about every other way, short hair, round open face, blue eyes wearing a checked shirt and denim shorts with a fuller figure. I got a better overall view of her because of the angle I was standing and couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight caught the swell of her breasts beneath her shirt from the opposite window. She was blessed in that department, that was for damn sure!
They asked where I was heading, "Anything west of Cody is good' I said. She said they were heading to Yellowstone Park for water skiing which was good 60 miles beyond. 'Get in' she said, I looked over her left shoulder, but the van was packed full of all sorts of sports gear, there was no way I was getting in there.
As if reading my mind, the driver told me to climb in beside her friend. It was tight squeeze, but I wasn't complaining, not one little bit. They introduced themselves as Anika, the driver, a native Indian for sure and her friend Louise.
I wasn't sure about pulling over but Anika insisted, She was always the adventurous one, happy to meet new people on the road. She was prone to picking up hitch-hikers when we travelled but this guy was huge, 6'4 maybe 6'5" and built like a NFL linebacker, so I was a little apprehensive but as we reversed back, he seemed nice enough and had kind eyes and we were heading the same way so he squeezed in beside me!
Louise seemed tiny beside me, so I deliberately slid down in the seat as not to appear too threatening. Of course, the first question everyone asks is why I'm hitch-hiking and when I tell them I was a retired officer looking to explore great USA they relax a little. The same happened this time round and the conversation flowed easily between the three of us. Anika and Louse had met in college and had been inseparable ever since. Their joint love of Sports, mainly surfing and water skiing had bonded them together and they travelled all over the country in search of the next best thrill.
They were both full of life and innocence and reminded me what it was to be young again. We laughed at the craziest things and time passed quickly but around 10 Kilometres from the next main town, the van started playing up. The temperature gauge was climbing fast and before long a smoke was coming from the radiator. There was no way were going to make it to any sort of garage. The sun was going down quickly and we needed a safe place to pull over. Just when we thought we were out of luck Louise spotted an exit with a sign for a motel.
I couldn't believe the van was playing up on us. This wasn't the first time the damn thing had broken down on us but I was glad to get off the highway. The big guy turned out to be brilliant fun and he wasn't too bad looking either. Ok, he was over 40 but the way he spoke and carried himself he was clearly educated and confident which made a pleasant change from the guys our own age. Age brought with it experience after all.
We turned off and sure enough 150 yards further on was a neon sign advertising a vacancy. The motel was small, just 6 rooms located along the ground floor. They had just one vacancy, a family room comprising a Queen-sized bed with a pull-out sofa bed. I felt uncomfortable putting the girls in such an awkward situation and volunteered to sleep in the van, but they would have none of it, so I Insisted on paying for the room while they got their things from the van.
The going rate was $60 but I never paid the full price, after all, it was the last room, and it was already dark outside so making something was better than making nothing, so we agreed $40 cash and he handed me the key without marking up the register. No doubt he would keep $30 and give $10 to the maid in the morning to make the room up and keep her mouth shut.
I asked him for details of local mechanic, and he provided me with a business card for a guy who was reportedly cheap and honest and above all, would be here first light.
As the bug guy was paying for the room, Anika and I were having a frantic conversation just outside the van. It was as if fate had forced us together. It wasn't the first time Anika and I had shared a bed together, or anything else for that matter. We had been intimate with each other since our sophomore year in between boyfriends and sometimes with boyfriends, but this was something different. Anika was all for a threesome with our new friend, I had to be convinced so she said she would take the lead and we met him outside the room.
I met the girls outside the room. They were giggling again and being all secretive. It was the last door at the end of the row with nothing beyond it but pine trees and mountains. They were both full of nervous energy, a full day on the road and keen to unwind but worried out their van. We all bundled into the room, and I gave them the card from the night clerk.
They seemed surprisingly comfortable with my presence. As I looked around the room, I realised the there was no way I was going to fit in or on the sofa bed, no way, no how! Perhaps it might work for a family with a child but not me. I bet the night clerk must have been laughing his head off. Never mind, I thought, better than a cold night in a van that was for sure.
I dumped my bag and had a quick look around. The room itself was a decent size. A queen-sized bed against the left wall and the sofa bed tucked under the window. There was a small corridor opposite the door with the bathroom just off. The bathroom comprised a large walk-in shower, wash hand basin, toilet and large mirror over the wash hand basin.
Acceptable, better than most I had visited.
Louise started rummaging through her bag looking for whatever girls look for on an overnight stay, and Anika was already on the phone to the mechanic, so I left them to it and hollered back through the door I was going to take a quick shower, closed the bathroom door and got undressed. The water was hot, and the pressure was excellent. Before long the room was filled with steam. I was rinsing the dust off my hair, standing with my palms above my head, flat against the tiles, stretching out my shoulder and letting the muscles loosen, enjoying the heat on my neck.
This was it! We could hear the shower running. The mechanic confirmed he would be with us by 7.30 the following morning so Anika hung up and immediately started stripping off. I followed suit and Anika headed for the bathroom. I had always been a little jealous of Anika's body, I was blessed with great tits for sure, but she was the most petit thing you had ever seen, she could have been a female