My wife, Dana, and I decided to take a long awaited and much deserved vacation together. We took two weeks off for a west coast road trip that would start in our home state of Indiana.
We're both in our mid-30s. Dana is stunning. She stands 5' 10" with wavy blonde hair that encircled a long, slender face and flowed across her shoulders and down her back, and big, beautiful blue eyes. She has curves that give me a hard on just thinking about them! 38DD-28-36 with long, tan legs that reach clear to heaven. And she's not shy about showing any of it off, just enough to drive men crazy. She has a smile that lights up a room and a laugh that's contagious. I'm a tick shorter than she is but keep myself in shape. I'm not ugly by any stretch of the imagination but I don't turn heads like Dana does. I've always said she's with me for my cock, which usually results in a slap. With that said, she does love cock. She loves sex. Everything about it. The sweat, the smell, the dirty talk -- the nastier, the better.
We were a couple of days into our trip. We wanted to take the road less traveled and stay off the major interstates if possible. In this case were on highway 52 on the east side of Boulder, CO. Dana had just finished swallowing a load of cum that resulted from the road head she had given me and now had her hand shoved into her Daisy Duke jeans trying to scratch her own itch. She was mauling her magnificent tits through her spandex crop top and wriggling in her seat. The air conditioning had her gumdrop-sized nipples trying to tear through the thin material. Her eyes were closed and her mind was somewhere else.
The slowing of the car and the sound of gravel under the tires snapped her into reality. We were still on the highway but pulling to the side.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"There's a hitchhiker up here. I'm in a giving mood, I thought we'd pick him up."
Dana focused and saw the figure ahead getting larger as they got closer. "Are you fuckin' nuts?! We never pick up hitchhikers! This guy could be a murderer or something, we don't know!"
"Stop being so melodramatic. It might just be some poor soul down on his luck, too. Pay it forward, ya know?"
We stopped just short of the man. It became clear he was holding a bag of some kind as he walked towards the car.
"See?! He might have severed heads in there!" she said pointing at the bag.
The man opened the back door of my SUV and slid into the center of the backseat.
"Th-th-thanks a lot, yeah, mmm hmmm, thanks a lot," the man said nervously.
He was a short, slight man. Maybe 5' 6" and 135 pounds soaking wet. He wore a wrinkled olive green tank top and cut off blue jeans. He was wearing a pair of dirty, worn work boots. A dark pony tail snuck out from under an American flag head scarf.
Everything about him suggested nervous. He rocked back and forth and fidgeted in the seat as we pulled back onto the two lane highway. His dark eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. His whole body twitched while he held what turned out to be a black garbage bag tight.
"Sure, no problem," I said, thinking Dana may have been right. "Where ya headed?" I was hoping not far.
"J-j-just up the road a couple miles, yeah, mmm hmmm, just a couple miles," he stammered in quick, jerky words.
"I'm Mark, this is Dana," I said trying to be polite. "So, what's your name?"
The stranger slid forward and stuck his face between the two of us. "Yeah, Norman. I'm Norman, mmm hmmm." He paused. He couldn't take his eyes off Dana. His eyes bounced from her face to her tits, back and forth. "Dana pretty, yeah, mmm hmmm."
Dana blushed. She wasn't sure if she should feel complimented or uncomfortable, leaning more towards uncomfortable. She scooted a few inches closer to her door. "Uhhhh, thank you?"
"Hey there, watch it, pal. She's mine," I said in a half joking/half I'll-kick-your-ass tone.
We drove a couple of minutes in awkward silence. Dana finally addressed the elephant in the room.
"So, uh, Norman, what's in the bag?"
"Oooo oooo! Pretty Dana want to see what's in Norman's bag? Yeah, mmm hmmm!"
He excitedly rummaged around in his trash bag mumbling to himself how "pretty Dana" wanted to see what was in his bag. We were both a little nervous and excited at the same time. Suddenly, his hand came flying out of the bag and over the seat. I had a large, soft object slapping me in the face while Norman giggled. I nearly wrecked the car. Then the same object was slapping Dana in the face as he continued to giggle. He pressed the tip to her mouth, jerking her head back. He slapped it on the top of her tits, then back to her face, then against her lips, quick as lightning. Her hands looked like she was swatting flies.
I grabbed at his arms as I tried to keep the car on the road. Dana got a grip on his wrists. We finally got our first good look at his weapon. It was a dildo! A big, rubber dildo! He giggled insanely as Dana and I both stared in disbelief.
"Pretty Dana like? Yeah? Mmm hmmm? Norman has more in his bag."
Dana shoved him into the back seat. The veins in my forehead were about to explode.
"No I don't like it!" Dana screamed spitting and swiping her forearm across her lips several times.
I screeched to a halt like I was making a Nascar pit stop. Smoke rolled off the tires. I reached into the backseat and pushed and swung at Norman. "Get the fuck outta my car before I kick your sorry ass!" I screamed.
Norman lurched at the handle until his skinny fingers latched onto it. The door flew open taking Norman and his bag with it. The door closed and I mashed the gas leaving Norman in a cloud of dust on the side of the road.
"I told you! I fucking told you!" Dana screamed, still wiping at her lips. "You're lucky he didn't pull a severed arm out of his bag and beat both of us to death with it!"
"I know, I know, you were right. It won't happen again," I said, trying to calm her down.
"Fuckin' A right it won't happen again!"
"Goddamn, I feel like I need a shower after that," I bemoaned.
"
You
need a shower?! He was trying to shove that fucking thing down my throat!"
"Okay, okay. We'll stop at the first place we find up here."
It wasn't long before we came upon a little mom 'n pop gas station with a little diner attached to it tucked away along the side of the road in a clearing in the trees. I pulled up to the gas pumps while Dana raced inside to scrub herself clean.
We decided to grab a bite to eat as long as we were there. While we sat in silence eating our meals, Dana couldn't believe she couldn't get that dildo out of her head. As disgusting as she thought the whole event was, she almost wished Norman had left the dildo behind. She still had an itch to scratch and that dildo would have fit the bill quite nicely.
After we finished our meals, I excused myself to use the restroom. Dana pulled out her phone to check her messages and get updated on the world. She jumped at the sudden knocking on the window next to her. Her head spun around and, much to her disbelief, it was Norman. He either spotted the car or her blonde hair in the window, or both. Regardless, he was smiling and waving at Dana as if nothing had just happened.
Norman started to walk/hop away from the window. He took a few steps, then turned and waved to Dana signaling he wanted her to come with him. A few more steps, another wave.
Dana considered it for a moment. Dana is one of the kindest people on the face of the planet, and a people pleaser. She thought,
