Ray Todd: Dirty little girl

"I couldn't see the sense wasting money on two rooms," he said, surveying their confined quarters. "You can sleep on the bed and I'll just sleep here on this couch."

"I sure need a bath," sighed the girl. "I wish I had something clean to wear."

"Why don't you wash your dress out and hang it up to dry?" he suggested. "I've got a robe in my suitcase that you can wear tonight."

"That would be neat," she smiled appreciatively.

He handed Libby his robe and she disappeared into the bathroom while Gary stretched out on the couch with an old copy of a magazine that he'd found on the table.

It seemed like hours before Libby returned, her face glowing with a well-scrubbed look, and the cuffs of his robe turned up so that her hands could hold the garment to her body.

"Gee, that felt good," she giggled, crossing the room and sitting next to him on the sofa. She looked like a pixie with her wet hair tied up in a towel.

"I'm hungry," she suddenly said. "Are you?"

"Not really," he answered quietly.

"But we haven't eaten since this morning," she persisted.

When he hesitated, she went over to her bag and withdrew a five-dollar bill. "Please go over to that little cafe by the station and get us each a hamburger and a Coke?"

"I'm not taking any money from a girl," he said defiantly.

"Don't be silly," she giggled. "I might only have one dress, but I've got plenty of money in that bag."

He didn't answer.

"And besides," she continued, "you're driving me out west, and I should pay part of our expenses."

"Okay," he smiled tenderly at her. "If you put it that way, two hamburgers coming up."

Waiting for him to return, she realized that the man was probably running short of money, or why else had he quibbled with the motel manager about the rates and finally settled for the smallest unit available?

"Gary, what's your last name?" she asked the man when she had finished her hamburger.

"Why? What's yours?" he answered her question with a question.

"Just Libby," she giggled.

"Then I'm just Gary," he smiled at her.

"I like you, Gary," she sighed contentedly, laying her head on his shoulder.

"And I like you, Libby," he whispered, breathing in the fresh smell of her clean, damp hair. Snuggling up against him, her robe parted, revealing a lush bare tit that was topped with a deliciously big ripe nipple. Instinctively, he reached down and gently cupped the inviting orb in his hand.

A delicious tingle raced through her body at the touch of his hand on her naked flesh. Reaching her fingers up to his face, Libby gently drew his lips down against her hot, open mouth. Their tongues sensually entwined, she could feel his fingers gently kneading and caressing her hard, throbbing nipple. The only sound in the room was their heavy, even breathing.

Reaching down, she could feel Gary's excited hard cock straining against his fly. Carefully lowering his zipper, she took the stiff fleshy pole in her little hand. The smooth sinewy texture sent delicious tremors of anticipation rippling through her body. Gently stroking his excited cock, she became aware of his hand urgently caressing her soft inner thigh. Trembling with delight, she felt his exploring hand moving sensually up toward her eager pussy. The whole world seemed to stand still when his probing finger first made light contact with the sensitive nerve ends of her juicy cuntlips. Faster and faster, she unconsciously stroked the beautiful pole of meat that she was grasping in her excited hand.

Suddenly dropping to his knees, Gary parted her smooth thighs with his hands and lowered his mouth against her hot, juicy gash. She trembled in ecstasy at the feel of his hot, excited mouth moving up and down her open, juice-slickened slit. She could hardly keep from screaming when his tongue worked gently against her hard, erect clitoris.

Finally lifting his juice-smeared lace from her hot, wet cunt, Gary stood up and removed her robe. Then quickly undressing himself, he carried her to the bed, his excited cock pointing the way.

"Oh, Gary, Gary, Gary," she whispered as he crawled between her eager, open thighs.

Her whole body shuddered in wild anticipation when she felt his big hot, rubbery knob probing against her wet hungry fuck-hole.

"Oh, God," she moaned in ecstasy as she felt his hard dick sliding up into her quivering, juice slickened cunt hole.

Wrapping her strong little legs around his hips and clutching him frantically in her arms, she sobbed and moaned in sheer ecstasy, feeling his big sinewy fuck-stick gliding smoothly in and out of her sex-crazed little body.

Her cunt juices were squishing and foaming around the base of his cock, flowing against his massive, crinkly balls and down his legs and onto the drenched sheets.

"Faster, baby, faster!" she screamed, thrusting her hips up to meet every thrust of his hard dick. "Oh, my God, honey, I'm coming! I'm cooommmilnnnggg!!" she squealed, bursting into an overwhelming orgasm when she felt his hot jizz gushing into her eager, hungry little cunt.

When her violent orgasm had subsided, he held her gently in his arms. Body tensions completely relaxed by their mutual orgasms, they dropped off into a deep, restful sleep.

When Libby awakened, the sun was shining brightly trough the window. Rubbing her eyes, she looked over at Gary. He wasn't in bed with her.

"Gary?" she called, thinking he was in the bathroom. When she received no reply, she opened the door and looked in. The room was empty. Glancing around the room she saw that his suitcase and clothes were gone. The reality of it all hit her with a cold, clammy stroke when she saw that her own bag, the bag with her savings was gone.

Frantically putting on her slightly damp dress, she raced trough the door and down the mad toward the service station. Her worst fears were realized when she saw that his car was not there.

"Where is he? Where is he?" she screamed at the mechanic.

"Who?" he asked.

"The man with the busted fan belt that I came in with last evenin'!" she sobbed.

"Oh, him. He left early this morning. Said you'd decided to return to West Falls on the bus."

"The dirty bastard!" she shrieked, her teeth chattering and her little body trembling. "He stole my money, all my money!"

"What'll I do? What'll I do?" she sobbed to the attendant. "I don't even have a penny to my name."

Taking her by the arm, he led her into the small cafe that his wife operated adjacent to the service station.

"Dora," he said to his wife, "fix this little girl up with some breakfast. Some dude's taken her money and left her stranded here."

Turning to the girl, he asked, "Where was you goin', young lady?"

"I was on my way Reno to visit my aunt," the girl lied.

"Well, honey," he smiled encouragingly, "that's only a few hundred miles from here. You just sit down and have a good breakfast, and if someone stops in my station on their way to Reno, I'll see if I can git a ride for you."

"Thank you," she sobbed.

"Now dry your eyes," smiled his wife. "There ain't nothing so bad that it couldn't be worse."

All morning long, Libby sat by the cafe window watching traffic pass along the highway. Very few stopped at the service station, and those who did were local people, not travelers bound for Reno.

Late that afternoon a large black limousine pulled in by the gas pump. She could see the attendant talking to the occupants when he had finished serving them.

"Libby," he called to the girl, "these folks're going to Reno, and they say they'd be happy to give you a lift."

When Libby approached the car, the man stepped out and smilingly opened the rear door for her. Libby liked him immediately. He was in his middle forties with dark hair sprinkled with gray, and he had the warmest, gentlest brown eyes she had ever seen. The woman with him was in her early thirties with short blonde hair cut in a shag.