Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...
I was visiting my mother for a few days. At least that was the plan, but she left mere hours after I arrived. She had recently joined a choir and could not afford to skip a practice because they only had a few weeks left to get everything ready for their Christmas concert. The practice took place at the nearby village and usually lasted a little over two hours. Since her neighbor was also part of the choir, they took turns giving each other a ride. This week, my mother's neighbor was driving.
The plan was to spend the afternoon relaxing. A fifteen minute drive separated my mother's house from the nearest village and vegetation reigned supreme in the area. I was looking forward to spending some time outside, but the cold of approaching winter left a permanent chill in the air. Since I had not planned on such cold weather, I had not brought many warm clothes and was forced to spend the remainder of the afternoon inside.
My mother didn't have cableโor Netflixโso I was forced to scour Facebook and YouTube in the hopes of finding something to keep busy. Unfortunately, I'm not a big fan of social media and watching fail compilation gets old pretty quick. Fortunately, I soon received a phone call than put an end to my boredom.
I wondered whether answer my mother's phone was appropriate, but seeing how bored I was, I chose to throw caution to the wind. That was a good thing, because the caller turned out to be none other than my mother. Apparently, the practice had ended early and her friend had a few errands to run, so she wanted to know if I could come and pick her up. I was so bored I immediately jumped at the chance to get out of the house.
My mother's car was waiting for me in the garage. Thankfully, it was an automaticโfor some unknown reason, I never learned to drive manualโand I was on my way in a matter of minutes.
I had only visited my mother a few times since she had moved, but I already knew the directions to the village by heart. It was thus with the music blasting that I sped down the deserted street.
After a few minutes, I noticed someone walking alongside the road. This was not unusual seeing how it was one of the roads leading to the village. What was unexpected was that the young woman in question had her thumb out.
Like always, seeing someone hitchhike reminded me of the stupid law that made such an activity illegal in the province of Quebecโthe law may not apply to the other provinces, but if I were you, I would look it up before deciding to hitchhike across Canada. As I approached the young woman, I pondered whether or not to stop. I am usually one to help my fellow human being, but this was not my car. If hitchhiking was illegal, it made sense that picking one up was also against the law. And since I was driving my mother's car, I preferred not to take the risk.
The plan was simple; keep driving and pretend I never saw her. Unfortunately, I did see her and the closer I got, the more beautiful she became. By the time I passed her, she had become one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Forgetting all about the law and my mother's car, I quickly pulled to the side of the road and honked to let her know I was offering her a ride.
I focused on the rearview mirror and watched her approach. Like before, the closer the got, the more beautiful she became. By the time she reached the car, my arousal had skyrocketed and a powerful fantasy had grabbed hold of me.
No longer bothered by the rules and regulations that govern our society, I waited for her to reach the passenger's side door with giddy anticipation. When she finally opened the door, she was revealed in her entirety. She was even hotter than before. Her hair was blonde, her eyes were blue and her body seemed to belong to a porn star. In other words, she was breathtaking. The mere sight of her was almost enough to make me come.
"Where are you headed?" I somehow managed to ask.
"To the next village," she answered.
I smiled.
"Hop in," I said.
Less than a minute later, we were speeding down the road. It took all of my willpower just to keep my eyes on the road.
"Thanks for stopping," she said.
"No problem." I threw her a quick glance. She was so beautiful. "How long were you waiting?"
"An hour."
I was shocked. What was the world coming to if such a beautiful young woman couldn't get a ride?