Bette Andrews - Hitchmiking Harlot

"He kept shaking and creaming, splattering his semen into me until I couldn't take it anymore. Beth was coming, still frigging herself rapidly and the moans and screams of lust which filled the room were just not to be believed.

"Well, to make a long story short, it was my first and last orgy. Not that I wouldn't have wanted another go at it, but Mr. Billingham told me that Beth was incredibly jealous and just couldn't hack it. 'C'est la guerre, as they say in France."

"Unbelievable!" Skip said, the word issuing from between his lips. He had listened attentively, considerably unnerved and considerably turned on. In fact, his cock was about to burst, hard and throbbing inside his pants. He hadn't felt so horny in days and just couldn't control his mounting excitement.

The girl told a story better than anyone he had heard and he wondered when he would be able to put the screws on her, and screw into her, as the case might be.

"Look," he began, glancing over at her and trying to figure out where her head was, where her thoughts were going. "I'm not camping out. But if you'd like, I'd be more than glad to pay for your room at a motel. It is getting late and I'm really starved."

"Starved?" she repeated with a cynical little laugh. “But that's really sweet of you. We don't have to get two motel rooms, you know. I mean, you should save your money. For the divorce and all.

"Don't worry about any money, Julie," he replied.

Two hours later, after a steak dinner at a roadside inn, they checked into a motel as Mr. and Mrs. Skip Howard. The clerk at the desk gave Julie a funny look, unable to match up her youthful costume with Skip's more conservative outfit.

"The first thing I'm going to do is wash my hair," Julie announced as soon as the older man locked the door behind them.

"Be my guest," he told her, laying out his toiletries in a neat row on the dresser. He propped up the pillows to the double bed, lit a cigarette and stretched out, hoping for the best but not yet willing to make the first move.

Skip was afraid of any trouble from the management and secretly just a wee bit apprehensive about Julie. He didn't trust her yet, though he fervently hoped she would change all that before the night was over. His eyes glued to her as she searched through her knapsack for some shampoo. When she found it, she stood in front of the sink, directly inside the bathroom.

Then, without even bothering to close the bathroom door behind her, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, grabbed the bottom of her blouse with her fingertips and pulled it swiftly up over her head. Tossing it off and onto the floor with one swift graceful motion, she stood in front of the medicine cabinet mirror.

Skip was able to see her naked boobs and he sucked in his breath at the first sight of those exquisite ripe orbs. He decided immediately that he had never seen such beautiful tits on a woman before. Her nipples were large and stood out from the round swelling softness of her mounds. And what was more, they looked already hard, two little erect projections that made him lick his lips, hungry for a taste of her succulent lush flesh.

Julie wasn't at all self-conscious. She knew that Skip could see her and she rather fancied his growing excitement. Taking her time, she moved one hand to the fastenings at the front of her jeans. Then, she slowly unzipped the fly and slipped them down over her hips and long well-molded legs.

She stood before the sink and the mirror in full range of his unobstructed view, clad only in bikini panties of the thinnest nylon. As she bent down to turn on the tap water, he watched her plump round buttocks quivering and he stubbed out his cigarette and nervously lit another.

His eyes feasted on her nakedness and her youthful vitality. He could feel the insistent pressure of his erection as it moved awkwardly down his thigh, pushing up the front of his walking shorts. At the same time, Julie washed her hair, lathering it and then rinsing it carefully, knowing that the man on the bed behind her must be going crazy.

When she finally turned to him, she saw the excitement in his narrowed eyes. For up until now, Skip had only been able to see part of her. When Julie turned around to face him, drying her hair with a towel, his eyes traveled down over her large breasts and the soft bulging flesh of her smooth rounded belly. He was sure that he could see the dark triangular shadow of her pubic mound through the thin cloth of her undies and he had to stifle an irresistible urge to jump off the bed and drag her back to him.

She was having trouble pulling the comb through the long tangles of her hair. "I'll give you a hand," he volunteered.

"Thanks," she replied, smiling. She moved towards the bed and sat down at the edge of it, handing him the comb and brush, still dressed only in her panties.

He leaned forward and inhaled deeply, savoring the clean shampooed smell of her hair and the musky body odor which she seemed to emanate. Julie waited for him to brush her hair. She could feel the electric sexuality of his presence charging the air around her and when he began to brush her hair, freeing it of its knots and tangles, she leaned her head back, conscious of the effect.

He could see the twin mounds of her boobs and how the nipples were erect and firm, standing out more than an inch from the dark aureole of flesh surrounding them. His hands arched to reach around and take them in his palms, massaging and kneading her cool fragrant body.

"Beautiful hair," he murmured, his voice cracking, betraying his excitement.

She mumbled something to herself and felt him putting his hand on the back of her neck. Gently, he moved around and turned her towards him so that she saw his lips parting as he pressed his mouth against hers.

Julie felt the man's tongue shoot into her mouth, searching out the inside of her throat as his arms came around to draw her even closer against him. He slipped his fingers down and she shivered with delight, feeling his hand cupping one of her breasts as her nipple pressed out against the palm of his hand.

Massaging her warm flesh, he pressed the large nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them around like marbles as he felt them grow even tauter than before. And as he kept pistoning his tongue in and out of her mouth, curling it hotly around her own, his hand went down to her thigh and began to rub against her leg,

Slowly, taking his time, he worked his hand along the inside of her thigh and up to the nylon-covered mound of her swelling vagina. Pressing his hand between her legs he rubbed up against her hairy mons and she spread her thighs slightly so that he could have free access to her pussy.

As his hand slid between her legs, Skip felt the warmth and dampness of her snatch. He shivered involuntarily, wondering what she was thinking. Gently, he pushed his extended middle finger up along the thin outline of her furrow, trying to work it right inside, pulling the cloth of her panties along with him.

"Oh shit, that feels so nice," she whispered to him nibbling on his ear lobe. She was incredibly turned on. The man's body made her tremble and she wondered why she suddenly found him so desirable. Perhaps it was the resemblance of her teacher, but perhaps it was even more than that.

But whatever it was, she loved his age and maturity and sexual presence. Relaxing totally, she let his hand press in against her pussy, trying to pull apart the lips of her snatch as his breathing increased and his other hand worked over her tits, massaging and squeezing her firm breasts.

Gradually, he began to lower her down on the bed until her head was pressed against the pillows. Her long legs were slightly spread as he moved his hands away from her and stood up, a smile stretched across his face.