This is sort of a continuation of "Passing Ships" that I wrote a few weeks ago.
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I'd just made this trip a couple of months earlier. I had attempted my third try a reconciliation with my wife and despite the promises she had made me, she made no effort to fulfill them. She was still the whining frigid bitch she had become in the last ten years. I had a good trip back home the first time with a very pleasant interlude on the second night. Too bad I didn't know her name.
My buddy George had located a place for me to rent. It was smallish but suited me just fine. What he hadn't told me before I got there was that it was a "clothing optional" place. He thought it was funny and he was right. I'm not the prize I once was but looking at sagging seventy year old boobs does not necessary entice me either. I went to my doctor for a check-up and told her that I had had unprotected sex with the help of one of the sample blue pills she had given me. She asked where I was staying now and laughed when I told her. She gave me a prescription for Cialis "Just in case the mood and opportunity arise," she said with a smirk.
After I was there for a couple of months I was sitting in a bar and George asked me for a favor. "My brother just had a stroke and can't drive anymore. He's giving me his pickup. Will you get it and drive it back for me? It's in Amarillo,Texas and you just made that trip. I'll pay all your expenses, including your airfare there and hotel, fuel and food. The truck is a F-250 with diesel and a crew cab. It's just what I need for work" George owns a construction company.
I readily agreed. I was in his debt favor-wise and one week or less out of my life at my age was nothing. He thanked me and said he'd make all the arrangements. I was sort of looking forward to the trip. I knew in my heart of hearts that I'd probably never get as lucky as I had the last time I took that route but when you're my age hope better spring eternal or you'll wither and die.
A week later George called me and told me it had all been arranged. The truck had just been serviced, detailed, and gone over carefully. The airline tickets were first class to Dallas and then a commuter jet in from there. He is truly a class act. He drove me to the airport a week later and handed me a tag, insurance card, and a credit card to cover everything else.
I arrived in Amarillo a few hours later. His brother's wife was there to greet me and take me to the truck. I told her I was sorry to hear of her husbands stroke but that George really appreciated the truck and had been talking about buying one for a few months. We pulled into the drive and there was the truck. It was a beautiful beast. Whoever did the detailing should be proud. I almost hated to take it on the road and smear it with crashed mosquitoes. She was prepared with a screw-driver for me to swap tags and I loaded up my small amount of gear and headed east. Her husband was back in the hospital, probably for the last time.
One thing that hadn't been taken care of was filling the tank. I was empty on one and a quarter full on the other. Luckily, I-40 was pretty close and I remembered there being a busy truck stop there. I waited in line and finally got a chance to fill both tanks. I knew it was a long way to Oklahoma City and that was my goal for the day. As I was fueling up I saw a young woman walking down the line of pumps. Even from a distance she had one, well make it two, distinguishing features. They had to be double D's. I thought she was panhandling and was prepared to hand her a five just for the show. I turned and opened the other filler cap and all of a sudden she was standing behind me. I tried to look her face instead of staring at her tits.
"Are you headed east?" Her voice was a bit husky. She looked to be quite young and was really somewhat plain looking. The tits were self-evident but the hoodie she wore could have concealed a nice flat belly or a paunch. Since she was turned toward me I had no view of her butt. What I did notice was that the backpack she was toting was expensive, as were her designer torn jeans. Her hiking boots probably cost three or four hundred bucks. If this young woman was a panhandler she must be a very good one. I told her I was indeed going in that direction.
"If you would like some company for I while I'd like a ride. I can be very good company." Even though she wasn't super pretty stocking cap on she definitely had a very seductive smile. I finished filling and took my receipt as I thought about the risks and possibilities.
"I have three questions for you before I answer. How old are you? Are you running away from the law? Are you carrying drugs?"
"I'm twenty-six. No to the second, and I prefer to get high on life and the people I meet."That last answer made me smile and I held the door for her and helped her take off her backpack. As she bent over to put it in the backseat I finally got a look at one very fine ass.
I opened and held the front door for her as she climbed up into the passenger seat. I got in the drivers seat and she told me that the only guys who ever held the door for her before were limo drivers. I grumbled that chivalry was dead and so was the appreciation of it. (Just a week before a woman had chastised me as sexist when I opened a door for her.)
She took off her knit cap and wonderful curly red tresses fell to her shoulders. One thing I had learned about redheads a long time ago was that sometimes, like big-game fish, they are occasionally hard to hook but if you do snag one you'd better hold on tight.
"Where are you headed and why are you hitching rides. Your gear and your clothes tell me you're not poor and homeless. That's why I asked if you were running away."
"Thirty years ago my mother was walking the beach at Daytona and spent ten days hitching across country until she could dip her toes in the Pacific. She told me it was exhilarating and certainly fun. I'm doing the trip in reverse. Two days ago I was in Newport Beach and today I'm in Texas. A girlfriend took me to Barstow and dropped me off at the western end of I-40. I found a ride on a truck that took me here. I told her she was lucky to find a ride that took her that far.
"Actually I was looking for more adventure like the ones my mother told me about. This was a husband and wife driving as a team. They only stopped to change drivers, fuel, and pee. It could have been good if they were interested in fun but all they did was listen to the bible on CD and try to save me. They had to deliver their load to a warehouse near where I met you and, thankfully, were headed back west." She ran her hand across the seat. "This is a nice truck. Have you had it for long?" I explained that it belonged to a friend of mine and that I was just delivering it to him.
"Good friends do thing for each other. Maybe we could become friends?" I caught the innuendo and felt my cock sort of gurgle. I didn't answer but changed the subject instead.