This story is set in the 1970's and involves an older and quite rough-around-the-edges gentleman and an 18 year old natural hippie girl. It involves a variety of usual and not-so-usual sexual acts and could end up being placed in either the Mature or Fetish categories. Please refer to the story tags for guidance.
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"You wait for me around the side of the building," Red instructed the young girl with the tattered knapsack and the equally rumpled appearance after agreeing to give her a ride from the truck stop he had just eaten at. "Can't have nobody see you get in with me because that might get me fired."
The girl nodded and jogged down to the end of the drab building while Red started his rig up, and as she went Red looked at the girl's rump wiggle in the jeans he sighed while wishing he was a generation younger than his 65 years.
1974. This was the best of all eras to live in as far as the grizzled trucker was concerned and part of the reason were the hippie girls, some of them having appetites for the pleasures of the flesh that were just as great as Red's were, and who also didn't judge people with tastes that were a bit off the beaten path.
The girl he was about to give a ride seemed to fit the part and Red chuckled when she saw the sunlight make her curly red hair light up. Long ago Red's hair was that hue too, but what little was left was now gray,
As Red approached the girl she took off her sweatshirt and tied it around her hips, giving Red a chance to appraise her body even though the denim shirt was baggy. She wasn't fat but a little chunky, with boobs that seemed to match her full butt, and the fact that her slightly plump arms were covered with freckles made Red smile.
After Red pulled around and the girl hopped on the running board and awkwardly climbed into the cab the old man chuckled at what he saw when her arm lifted up.
"What?" the girl said when she saw the truck driver smiling.
"What's your name honey?"
"Rainbow."
"Rainbow?"
"Yeah. Rainbow, only spelled R-A-I-N-B-E-U-A-X. You know like Rainbeaux Smith the actress?"
"Never heard of her but I bet she's not as pretty as you. Nice name too. My name's Red."
"Nice to meet you Red, and thanks for the ride," Rainbeaux said. "You gonna tell me what you were laughing at? Was it because I got in the truck like a klutz and almost killed myself? Didn't realize how high the step was."
"No honey, and I wasn't laughing," Red said. "I was just enjoying the view and liking the fact that you're a natural redhead."
"Huh?" Oh," Rainbeaux said after the driver nodded towards the hairs that were peeking out from the fold of her arm she scrunched up her face. "Sorry."
"Sorry?" Red chuckled. "Don't know why you're sorry but I'm sure as heck not."
"Really?" Rainbeaux said with a twitch of her nose, and after Red nodded she swiveled a bit to face him while putting her arm over the back of the seat.
"Damn," Red mumbled as he looked over at the wild spray of flaming red hair that filled the girl's armpit.
"You like that?"
"Gonna make it tough for a dirty old man like me to stay on the road with you looking like that," Red noted, but when Rainbeaux started to return to her former position he stopped her. "Didn't say I couldn't handle it. Damn you are a furry young thing.
"Tell me about it," Rainbeaux lamented. "I'm not that young though."
"That right?"
"Yeah, I'm 19 - almost that is. Next month."
"Child, that's young," Red advised as he peeked over to catch a glance at the fat nipple that seemed to be boring through the worn denim shirt with the ripped off sleeves, even though the blouse was baggy enough to minimize most of her considerable assets. "I got socks older than you."
Rainbeaux laughed at that, a delightfully giddy laugh that seemed to fit her, and as the girl looked around the cab she saw the sticker on the dashboard.
"Dirty Red?" she said.
"Yeah, that's my name," Red said. "Believe it or not before it went gray and then went away, my hair was red too. Not as bright as yours, but still red."
"What about the "Dirty" part?" Rainbeaux asked. "You don't look dirty to me."
"I'm not. It's an old nickname of mine. Took a shower back at the truck stop. The dirty part refers to some of my - well - not right for an old man to discuss such things with a young girl like you."
"Hell, I don't care. Wish I took a shower back there. Didn't know they had showers."
"They're mostly for the truckers," Red said. "Never saw a girl take one back there, but I'm sure you wouldn't be thrown out, especially looking like you do."
"Haven't taken a shower for a couple of days," Rainbeaux noted while sniffing herself.
"I know," Red replied.
"Sorry. If you got deodorant or something I can..."
"No," Red replied, a little more forcefully than he meant to. "That wasn't a complaint. I'm not much for perfumes and such. I stop to shower because I can't stand myself nasty, but as far as natural women go? Never met a nasty one yet so relax and enjoy the ride."
"Okay," Rainbeaux chirped, and for the next hour they gave each other their life stories.
Rainbeaux told about how she had dropped out of college her freshman year and after getting tired of her parents badgering her about her life and what she was going to do with herself she decided to hit the road.
"Maybe catch up with the Grateful Dead and follow them around on tour," Rainbeaux commented. "They're going to be in Arizona in a couple of weeks."
"You like them?"
"They're okay. I think I would just like hanging around and traveling with other weirdos like me."
"Hell, you ain't that weird, at least compared to me," Red opined.
"Can't see you following the Grateful Dead though."
"That right? Who do you see me following?"
"I dunno. Al Jolson?"
"Al Jolson? How the hell old..." Red sputtered before realizing that the girl was kidding around.
"How about this then?" Red said, and then proceeded to start singing in a very raspy voice, "Truckin - got my chips cashed in..."
"Holy shit!" Rainbeaux exclaimed, and for the next couple of minutes they harmonized badly as the truck roared down the highway.
"Oh man," Rainbeaux said when they finished. "I can't believe you're a Deadhead!"
"Afraid that's the only song of theirs I know," Red said. "Some guy that sings a lot on the CB does that song so much I guess I learned it."
"Well, you're as lousy a singer as I am but we did alright together," she laughed."
"Amen to that."
"How far did you say you were going?" Rainbeaux asked.
"Oklahoma City, Oklahoma."
"Well maybe by then I'll be able to find out about the dirty part of you," Rainbeaux suggested with a wry smile.
"Not sure if you're ready for that."
"Well see," Rainbeaux said. "You mind if I take off my jeans? They're hot as hell."
"Be my guest," Red said as he gestured to the highway. "You can see a lot down there but can't nobody see you up here."