After taking early retirement, I decided to take a road trip to see parts of the country I'd never seen. I started my journey by heading west from my home in Denver. On day three of my trip, I stopped just outside of Reno for gas. After filling up, I walked to the service station/store to use the restroom and buy some water and snacks.
As I entered the store, I noticed an attractive, heavy-set girl, standing near the entrance. She was approximately 5'3" tall with heavy sagging tits, a bit of a soft belly, and a beautiful round ass. She had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked to be in her early 20's. I have always been attracted to "plus-sized" women, and to me this girl was gorgeous.
She looked anxious and had been crying and appeared to be waiting for someone so I simply said "Hi" and went about my business.
A few minutes later when I exited, the young lady was still standing where I had first seen her and she looked more stressed than ever.
I stepped up to her and asked, "Are you alright?"
She looked at me and said, "No."
I asked, "What is the matter?"
She started crying again and between sobs said, "My boyfriend left without me."
She started crying again and was experiencing a total breakdown. I didn't know what to do, so I kept talking to her and asked her, "Where are you from?"
Between sobs, she said, "Henderson. Nevada,"
By now I was afraid that we were drawing too much attention to ourselves, so out of the blue, I asked her if she was hungry. She said "Yes", so I walked her to my car (still parked at the gas pump) and told her as soon as I moved my car I'd get her something to eat. Next door was a fast food restaurant and after parking, we walked in. She went to the restroom and came out a few minutes later looking like she had washed her face and pulled a brush through her hair. She looked gorgeous.
I ordered a couple of burgers with fries and a coke and we had lunch. As we ate she unloaded her story on me. Long story short, her boyfriend had convinced her to come to Reno with him.
After a few weeks, they hadn't found work and he became increasingly irritated and abusive and simply decided to lighten his load. He left her with her purse, the clothes she was wearing, and nothing else. They had been living out of his car. When he left he took her suitcase, backpack, and her make-up bag.
By now she was crying again, so I told her I was headed south towards Vegas and could give her a ride home. She looked at me and said she couldn't impose on me, we hadn't even shared out names.
I introduced myself to her and told her my name by simply saying "I'm Paul."
I asked her her name and how old she was and she said, "Sara, I'm 23."
I asked Sara if she had a cell phone and she said "yes".
I asked "if she had a good friend she trusted".
And again she said "yes".
I said, "If you wish, take my name and a picture and send it so someone knows who you're travelling with. That should ease your mind and let you know I'm not Ted Bundy." I realized how young she was when she didn't know that name.
She relaxed and after a few minutes of thinking said she would take me up on my offer. She snapped a picture of me and sent it off to a friend of hers named Sally (who, as it turns out, will be in another story).
Looking at a map, we agreed to travel west to connect with the I-5 Freeway before turning south to work our way to Vegas. We started travelling west on I-80 and after a few hours, we were near Sacramento. I was tired and said we should find a couple of rooms. We had been talking the whole time in the car and we had quickly connected and were comfortable with each other.
As we pulled up to a hotel, Sara touched my arm and said, "Just get one room."
Without showing the excitement of the prospect of sharing a room with her I asked her, "Are you sure?"