Chapter 1
Once, during Christmas break while in college, I went hitch hiking around Michigan a day after Christmas. I had just recently broken up with my girl friend and really didn’t want to hang around home with her memories. Near Battle Creek I was picked up by a slim attractive older woman who I later leaned was 38. After about 40 minutes of small talk we introduced ourselves and Carol asked me if I would like to make a stop at her place for something to eat and a cup of coffee before continuing toward Ludington. It was getting colder as the clouds rolled in and so I agreed to take this detour. I have to admit that when she asked I secretly hopped that more would happen then just eating a snack and drinking some coffee. I chased those thoughts from my mind and tried to calm down.
She was an attractive short and slim woman with short dishwater blond hair and a cute open smile. She told me that she worked as a receptionist and was still looking for that special man who would “ride in on his white horse to sweep her off her feet!” Under her coat she was wearing a simple while blouse and wool skirt. The blouse was loose fitting but hung nicely off her small breasts. I could just barley make out the lace along the edge of her bra when the evening sun illuminated her side just right.
It was a quick ride from the express way through a small suburb to her apartment. Carol lived on the top floor of a three story building. Her place could have been taken from the pages of a Good House Keeping magazine. It was a neat as a pin and had comfortable friendly feel. With true Midwestern hospitality she bustled me into the kitchen after taking my coat and instructing me to put my boots on the rubber mat near the door. I had left my pack in back of her car.
We sat in the kitchen as Carol fixed something for both of us to eat. It was a small kitchen and as she moved through the room she bushed into me several times. This slight physical touching coupled with the movement of her slim body beneath her blouse and skirt was having the expected effect on me. My imagination added to the intensity of my feelings and soon it felt as if someone had turned up the heat. My cock swelled and throbbed as a felt it push against my pants.
At one point Carol asked me to get something from a top shelf and when I stood up she noticed the bulge in my pants and stared for a second before looking away. It appeared that she had blushed a bit. I got a little embarrassed but moved to help her all the same. She seemed more flustered and suddenly turned toward the table and collided into me. Our bodies met and I felt my swelling cock push hard against her stomach. She released a soft gasp and looked up at me as her face reddened. In a second Carol pushed away apologizing for being so clumsy. I tried to calm her down as the gentle aroma of her perfume dissipated. My hands tingled from the brief contact I had had with her arm as I reached to hold her as we collided. Carol’s skin was soft and warm and I felt a longing rise and a desire to kiss her.