I decided to see where this led. I ordered a coffee. We swapped names, though she told me that the only men she remembered were her husband and one neighbour. The neighbour was hung like a donkey and fucked like a goat.
I asked about her husband.
She told me that her husband was ten years her senior. Retired for two years, he had lost interest in everything, including her cunt. She called him a useless old tosser. Apparently she had to lick him for half an hour just to get him hard. He often went soft before he could mount her. He was overweight and boring. They were well off without being rich so they couldn't afford a divorce. They had an open relationship.
Her language was a bit hard to take. She looked very demure but she swore like a guy on roids and used words like cunt and cocksucker as if she had learnt them in kindergarten. She told me about her regular road trips, stopping in cheap motels. She liked picking up stray men for a good hard fuck before moving on.
I told her my tale of marital bliss. I looked at my watch. I was too tired to screw her now, so I mentioned that I was planning to spend the night in Gundagai. She asked where I was staying. She grabbed her iphone and booked the adjacent room after checking that they had room service. She took her car keys out of the handbag and patted my back.
"See you in Gundagai," she whispered as she walked past me toward the exit. I watched her get into a silver Lexus.
I finished my coffee then walked to my black Jaguar. I reached into my pocket for the car key and found her business card. I entered her number into my phone then I fired it up the engine. I sent here a short text message so that she would have my number. I waited a few minutes for a reply but there was none.
I headed south.
Interstate driving is dull. Long straight roads, no big hills and plenty of passing lanes. I set the cruise control and turned up the stereo. The miles disappeared under my Pirellis.
An hour passed and I saw that I had a voice mail. I listened to it through the stereo.
"Hi" it was June, "I just passed a hitchhiker. He's at the Lakeside rest area. I've decided I want to fuck him. If you pick him up you can go slops tonight."
Sat nav indicated that I was ten miles north of that rest area. I waited till the last moment before deciding to play her game. I slowed down and cruised into the lay-by. I spotted the hitchhiker smoking beside a tourist map. I walked up to him and pretended to study the map. He was about 25, tanned, lean and about a foot taller than me. He had a small duffle bag at his feet.
I was nervous so I let him start the conversation.
"Where are you heading?" He asked in a Dutch accent.
"Gundagai" I replied in the most manly tone of voice that I could muster.
"That's good" he poke slowly, as if trying to get the grammar right "We are trying to get there for the night. It sounds like a nice place with plenty of history."
I chatted with him for a while. Once I had decided that he wasn't an axe murderer I offered him a ride. He pointed out that he was travelling with someone and she had to be included. I had no problem with a female so he gratefully accepted my offer. He told me that I could fuck her, if I wanted.
I unlocked the car and asked him where his companion was. She was in the rest room, trying to have a wash. He put his bag in the back of the car. He called out to her and she replied in Dutch. We sat in the front of the car. His name was Steven.
When she emerged from the rest room I was surprised to see that she was in her early fifties. She was tall and slightly overweight. She wore a halter top that was meant for a younger woman with smaller breasts. Her belly button peeked out from the gap between her top and her shorts. The shorts were a similar colour to the yellow top but were quite loose. She had a happy smile and short dark hair. Because of their age difference I figured that she was his mother but I thought it would be foolish to ask at this point.
She tossed her bags across the back seat and hopped in beside them. I drove off.The two hours to Gundagai passed quickly. They both spoke English very well so we soon had an entertaining conversation going. I told them why I was travelling and they told me their story.
Her name was Ingrid. Her husband had been killed in a workplace accident two years ago. She was using the insurance money to pay for a year in Australia. She had flown to Darwin, planning to rent a campervan and drive to Adelaide via Western Australia. She had met Stephen in a transit lounge in Singapore. They were from the same city in Holland. They didn't know each other but they discovered that they had mutual friends back home. He was also going to Darwin but had no plan other than hitchhiking around the country. They decided to travel together to save money and provide some moral support to each other.
