Because Barry had three weeks, he was not going to stay just on the interstates, but was going to go whichever way the cars took him. After a few rides on I-10, a new Thunderbird slowed, then pulled onto the shoulder. Barry hurried to the car, tossing his backpack into the back seat. It wasn't until he was getting into the car that he noticed the driver. She was several years older than he, maybe in her late 20's or early 30's. She smiled as Barry got into the car.
"I don't usually pick up hitch-hikers but you just looked different, safe," she said, smiling. Barry thanked her, trying not to be too obvious in his glances. "Where are go going...uummm...."
"Barry, I'm Barry. I'm going to San Francisco. I start classes in 3 weeks," Barry replied.
"I'm Marisa," she smiled, her fingers playing with the gearshift knob. They chatted for the next several miles. Marisa was wearing a short, tight skirt that came just to the top of her thighs. Several times she let her hand slide onto her bare thigh, letting her fingers slip along her inner thigh. She was also wearing a silk blouse that did little to hide her ample breasts. When the light hit her just right, which wasn't often enough for Barry, he could see through her blouse, seeing not only her bra but her breasts, too. After a while, Marisa told Barry that she was turning off the interstate and heading northwest on a highway, and offered to let him out.
"A long as I am going in the right general directions, I don't care what road I take," Barry said. Marisa smiled, and continued north. While on a back road, something caught under the wheels and began making a noise. Barry offered to check it, so Marisa pulled off to the side.
Barry slid under the car, looking for some branches that may have caught in the wheel well. Looking out from under the car, he saw Marisa's long, shapely legs standing next to him. He tried to control himself, but he felt his cock become hard, imagining what his ride would be like in bed. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate when he felt a pair of hands at his waist. Barry glanced down, along his chest, to see Marisa kneeling on the ground, straddling his hips, her fingers pulling at his belt and jeans.
"You just lie there, Barry," Marisa said sultrily, pulling his jeans down to his ankles. His cock sprung straight up. "Ooohhh my, so nice and hard." Marisa's fingers stroked his cock, feeling it become harder. She tossed her hair back then dropped her head down, engulfing his thick cock in one gulp. She bobbed her head up and down his long rod, feeling the head rubbing against the back of her throat. Barry wanted to touch her, to feel her tits, but he was stuck under he car. He watcheye her mouth take his hard cock all the way down to his pubic bone.
