I normally write about things that happen, and yes, I make some of it up. But there is always something that starts the tale off, which is why I have gone a few months without writing.
Basically my life has been just that, normal with nothing going on that hasn't happened before and already posted.
And I ramble, at my age, I get to. This is a simple little tale and about as close to truth as I ever get.
This short story isn't really erotic as I read it, but it was to me. I think you all needed to be there.
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Driving isn't really my thing, but sometimes there just is no other way.
I glanced down at the odometer, it showed that I had logged almost 600 miles since I left the meeting north of Seattle. That mean about another 600 miles to go, I was halfway.
My butt was getting sore, 9 hours at roughly 65 MPH with only a brief stop to fuel up is hard on the old bones.
Traffic was light on the freeway thankfully, at least so far. But it was coming up on 4 PM on a Friday, so I knew it was going to get one hell of a lot worse in short order.
This particular stretch of highway is notorious for people taking advantage of the near lack of enforcement, already a few had slipped by me pushing 90 and more.
The rest stop sign ahead was a welcome sight, I could get out and stretch the old legs, relax for a bit. The next town I knew had a fuel station just off the freeway but that was another 30-40 miles and my legs were seriously beginning to ache.
My butt didn't have another hour or so left either without getting out and moving around. Not something one can just pull off to the side of the freeway and hop out, doing that can get a person killed.
That rest stop sign was welcome.
By the way, my name is Dan. I am now 70 years old, although I bet you would think I was closer to my late 50's.
Like I said, "I think." LOL.
Yeah, doing pretty good for myself, considering.
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I saw her as I was pulling into the rest area. She was sitting on a small hill right where people had to walk back and forth to use the rest rooms.
Except instead of sitting right by the steps, which would seem logical to me, she was on the grass several feet away from where people would pass, and about 4 feet or so higher.
I also saw the obligatory cardboard sign nearly all street beggars use.
"Low on gas, no Money. Please help!" Simple and to the point.
As I got out, I looked over at her again. The picture was not quite right, this woman appeared to be in her early 20's, she had on a pretty multicolored blouse that had a simple peasant look to it, and a skirt that not only didn't match but it was on the short side.
Pleats in fact, the kind one might see on high school cheer leaders. She sat with the skirt tucked coyly between her legs, knees apart which made for an inviting appearence but no one could see anything except her knees and lower legs.
Her hair was not out of place, in fact it was nicely styled and shoulder length, a common sandy brown color.
Yes, not quite right and I noticed that.
"Do you have any change, mister?" She spoke to me just as I reached the bottom of the cement steps leading to the restrooms.
Normally I ignore beggars, for some reason as she smiled at me hopefully I reached for my pocket. I had no change but I did have a few single bills in my money clip.
Smiling broadly, she got up.
I guess I have to describe that for it to make sense. She didn't shift sideways and lady like get up, she lifted her feet in the air and pulled them down quickly, which sat her forward, sort of throwing herself to her feet.
Since she opened her legs even more at the same time, and she was sitting perhaps six feet away from the steps, plus 3 or 4 feet higher than where I was?
Yes, it gave me a perfect view all the way to her crotch, something down there caught the light and flashed. A diamond perhaps, a silver ring, it was hard to tell since the whole thing was just a slightly long moment.
It was completely clear she did not shave down there. Hell, I saw the whole thing, she was less than five feet away. Now females are all completely aware of their skirts, and normally very careful.
There was nothing careful about how she got up, it had to be deliberate, she had to know. But nothing showed that gave any indication at all that she had just given a complete stranger a very nice look at her hairless pussy.
Her breasts appeared larger since she was now standing up, and they moved under the cloth.
It was also obvious she wore no bra or other undergarment. The motion was simply delicious, yet she showed no sign at all of being aware of that, either. My 70 year old stuff did a small bounce in my pants, hell, I always have been on the voyeuristic side and stuff like this sets me off.
At my age, I don't see any teasing much any more although my wife Debs does it to me all the time.
"Thanks, mister!" She took what I realized too late was not a single but a $5 bill, walked back to her spot and sat down, in the process managing to carefully flash me the second time.
I suppose startled, surprised might best describe my reaction.
This young lady had just flashed me and it had to be deliberate.
I had handed her a $5 bill when I had intended to give her just a single.
OK, OK. Spending five bucks for a peek at some strange pussy? Kind of dumb, but I will bet one heck of a lot of you guys out there have either done that, or would.
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Now understand I have my wife Debra at home, I have written a few stories about our life together.
She is a Registered Nurse, still working at the clinic over on the coast where we live in Oregon. Normally she would be with me on any trip but I had to make a run to Seattle to deal with a shipment that was hung up due to something going on with the longshoremen's union. I tipped the union boss a couple of hundred dollar bills (yeah, I know) but that got my shipment onto a truck and on the road.
Then I had to run down to Henderson in Nevada which is near Vegas.
I buy stuff, then sell it online. Been doing that for 3-4 years now, it might amaze a person just how much money can be made doing that. Let's just say I have to pay taxes on some of my Social Security which hurts since last year I hit the 35% bracket. But when I do quit selling stuff, they tell me I will get that back.
I guess anyway, the fact is I don't care.
This was not a trip I could take a flight for really, well I could have but I checked the prices online and decided to drive my Debra's Camaro since it gets 27 miles per gallon. Nice car, little V-6, hell it goes like a cut Cat and has all of the toys.
It does ride about like an unloaded hay wagon but good lord is it stuck to the road! Part of why my ass was sore.
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Anyway, I was standing there probably looking stupid, no knowing what to say or do.
"Got any loose change, mister?" She asked, just like she had before when I walked up. For a second I thought she meant me but she was looking past me, that silly mischievious smile on her face again.
Glancing back, there stood a guy in his 40's, T-shirt, blue jeans, hat on backwards. He also had the belly that comes from a few extra beers a bit too often.
"Uh, yeah." I saw him reach for his pocket, I glanced at the girl and once again she did that toss her legs up, spread her legs out and sort of flip herself to her feet thing.
"Thanks, honey. That helps a lot, you are so sweet!" I saw he had handed her a pair of dollar bills. With that she turned and went back to her spot. This time the two of us were treated to the view, I had to admit she was showing everything.
"Damn!" He muttered, then stepped past me towards the rest rooms. I reluctantly followed along, although my instinct was to stand there and wait for her to do that again.
She was taking a bill from a middle aged man's hand when I came back out, he stood there mildly redfaced so I was reasonably sure he had just gotten the same show.
Instead of walking back to the Camaro, I headed over to a path that led down to what would best be described as a creek, in fact it wasn't even exactly that, it was damp but mostly plants where water should be.
But then the entire area has been in a prolonged drought, part of why there were so many fires going on. That one down in California was a big one, I could see the smoke from out on the freeway as I drove, I had even searched online to make sure none were going to get me stuck somewhere with the road closed.
I still remember heading out on vacation as a kid, running into the Santiam burn and finding myself spending that vacation carrying drinking water to fire fighters for four days. So I checked before I left. Different story, long time ago.
There was a stand of medium size trees, sort of fir trees but not like the Douglas Fir we have near home, Ponderosa Pines I think the ones there were. Further South they become some kind of scrub Pine, and some Sequoias, I think they are called.
I sat down at the base of one of them. Roughly 150 yards or so away, I could see the girl still sitting there, working the people as they came and went.
It was interesting the way she was doing it. She was using a combination of bright smile and good looks, easy manner and a flash of sex to get some money, and damn was she getting some!
