I woke up thinking of sex and wishing I could get laid. I jacked off in the shower, but even that did not satisfy me this morning. I got dressed and left for work. As usual, I stopped in a local gas station to pick up a diet coke.
As I turned onto the entrance ramp to the highway, I spotted a young woman, or rather she looked like a girl, holding out her thumb, looking for a ride. I usually do not pickup hitchhikers, but this girl looked innocent enough. She was about 5'3", short brown hair in a bob, not too skinny, with smallish breasts, I guessed around a B cup, and these stunning brown puppy dog eyes. She was wearing a light blue spaghetti strapped sun dress, and looked to be braless. She had no belongings and looked very tired.
I pulled over, "need a lift," I shouted as I lowered the passenger side window.
"Yeah, I am headed back to MSU, how far are you going," she replied.
"Lansing," I stated, "I can take you right to campus." She climbed in. We started making small talk. Kim was a freshman and had come down with her now ex boyfriend to spend the night at his home and meet his folks, so he had said. When she arrived, his folks were out of town and he basically wanted her to go all the way. She was a virgin and refused, storming out of the house in the middle of the night in a huge fight. Now she was alone, and refused to ask him for a ride back to campus. She opened up so much about their relationship and was so honest and forthright, by the time we reached the turn for I-96, she was crying and asking me, a total stranger, for advice on her life. She had become an emotional wreck and her exhaustion was not helping.
I needed to comfort her, but words alone did not do the trick. "Why don't we pull over for some coffee, I think you need to relax. " I pulled off at Brighton and went to Starbucks. While sipping lattes, I made a move and just held her tight to my shoulder. We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like the longest time. She tentatively kissed me on the lips.
"Can I confess something," she blurted out.
"Sure," I replied.
"You remind me so much of my father."
Talk about a downer, any sexual thoughts I had quickly evaporated and my dick felt like a balloon from which the air had been let out.
"Oh," I replied.
"I always had this sick fantasy about my father."
Now I was really confused.
"You have been so kind to me, I really want to repay you in a special way.
"Kim, you are confused, angry, and tired, do you know what you are saying" I replied.
"Yes, I know, but I want to."
"Let me rephrase that, do you understand what I think you are saying."
She pulled me closer, placed a hand on my crotch and kissed me, passionately, with tongue this time. When she pulled away, she asked me to drive her to school, "my roommate will be in class until at least three o'clock."
We got back into the car and resumed our drive. She began fondling me and eventually removed my aching cock from my pants. I could not stand it any longer. "Kim, there is a hotel just up the highway, would you like to pull over and get a room."
"Please," she responded.
Having never done anything like this, it seemed really weird checking into a hotel as Mr. and Mrs. Smith and paying cash. The desk clerk gave me a knowing look. Obviously we were not the first to do something like this.
We went up to the room. Kim told me to get ready while she used the bathroom. I heard the shower run, while I just lay on the bed. Soon she came out, dripping wet. Her small breasts firmly jutting from her milky white skin.
"You aren't undressed, silly," she said.
"I was waiting for you," I replied.
