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                                  Casual/hhlisa
                                  William A. Brien
                                   HitchHiker Lisa
                               It was all just too obvious, too pat.
                                                  
                  But I did stop.  I haven't picked up a hitchhiker since I was in
                  college.  I always figured that a cute girl standing by the side
                  of the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250 pound
                       boyfriend in the bushes, ready to commandeer my car at
                                            knifepoint.
                                                  
                 I can see from a distance that you are cute, your long brown hair
                  whipping about your face in the wind.  As I drive closer, I can
                  see your faded cutoffs, cut so short that the cheeks of your ass
                                    are peeking out invitingly.
                                                  
                     You are wearing a pale yellow t-shirt, the veteran of many
                      washings, faded to the color of tapioca.  Your breasts,
                  unencumbered by a bra, poke proud erect nipples at all who pass
                  by.  Even from a distance I can see the dark circles through the
                                            thin shirt.
                                                  
                                          You are smiling.
                                                  
                            I stop next to you and roll down the window.
                                                  
                                      "Where are you headed?"
                                                  
                           "It doesn't really matter.  Can you take me?"
                                                  
                  I swallow.  "Sure.  Hop in."  You slide into the passenger seat
                  and I am suddenly conscious of your smell; the smell of sun and
                  sweat on your buttery skin.  I realize that you have slid closer
                         to me than is really necessary.  I swallow again.
                                                  
                                        "What's your name?"
                                                  
                  "Lisa."  You don't ask mine.  Out of the corner of my eye I can
                    see your breasts jiggling slightly as we ride.  You catch my
                   sidelong glance and smile slightly.  I look away, embarrassed.
                                                  
                  "You don't usually pick people up, do you."  It is a statement,
                 not a question.  I look back at you, more directly this time, and
                   see that you have turned ever so slightly towards me, and have
                  inched almost imperceptibly closer.  I feel my mouth go slightly
                         dry.  I cannot keep from looking at your breasts.
                                                  
                   I begin to imagine...No!  Things like this just don't happen!
                  There is always a catch.  I feel a light sweat on my upper lip.
                     I roll down the window.  We ride for a moment in silence.
                                                  
                   You cross your legs and you have moved slightly closer.  Your
                     left hand is on the seat next to your thigh.  With another
                  sidelong glance I can see that the top button on your cutoffs is
                 undone.  Was it like that before?  I realize that you are looking
                        intently at my face.  Do you see what I am thinking?
                                                  
                   If I move the slightest bit, I am sure my erection will burst
                   through my pants.  So I sit very still and drive carefully and
                   slowly.  Suddenly I realize I am going barely twenty miles per
                   hour.  It seems as though we are barely moving; the fields to
                                     each side of us creep by.
                                                  
                    There is a wide spot ahead, next to a broad expanse of tall
                                               grass.
                                                  
                                "Could we stop for a bit?" you ask.
                                                  
                 "If you like," I reply, sure that you can hear my heart pounding.
                                                  
                   We stop and you are out of the car, skipping through the tall
                     grass of the field laughing and turning around, your eyes
                     sparkling.  Cautiously I follow you.  You come back to me,
                      breathless, your sun-sweat smell nearly overpowering me.
                  Watching you in the grass I am nearly overcome with desire and I
                                and I can think of nothing but you.
                                                  
                  You stand very close to me, looking up into my face.  The impish
                  smile nearly disappears as you stand very close to me, searching
                  my face.  I stroke your cheek with my palm and gently bend down
                  to kiss your soft, full lips.  Suddenly your arms are around me,
                      your mouth wide open, tongue probing.  Your body presses
                    insistently against me, your hands are moving up and down my
                  back, stroking my ass and the backs of my thighs.  I am certain
                                    my body is going to explode.
                                                  
                  Suddenly you stop.  You draw slightly away from me.  Your cheeks
                    are slightly flushed, and you are breathing heavily through
                    parted lips.  Your firm breasts strain against the flimsy t-
                   shirt, erect nipples challenging me.  You cross your arms and
                  reach slowly for the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your
                                               head.
                                                  
                  Your breasts, now free in the warm sunshine, invite me.  I catch
                  my breath, a half sob, really, as I gaze at you there.  You come
                 to me again and take my head in both your hands, drawing my mouth
                   first to one breast, then the other.  Greedily I run my tongue
                  over the nipples, feeling them harden at the touch.  You pull my
                   head harder to you, as though you want me to devour you.  I am
                  aware of the salty-sweet taste of your sweat.  Your breast fills
                                             my mouth.
                                                  
                    Suddenly, panting, you push me away.  Your eyes cloudy with
                  desire and yearning, your hands move to the top of your cutoffs.
                  Slowly you lower the zipper, and drop the shorts to the ground.
                  Keeping your eyes on mine, you step out of them and stand there
                  before me, naked.  Your legs slightly apart, you move your right
                  hand over your dark pubis and stroke the mound.  You step close
                  to me once again and put your hands on my shoulders, pressing me
                                   to my knees in the tall grass.
                                                  
                 Your dark mound, very close now, fills my vision and the scent of
                          you, warm and dark and musky, clouds my senses.
                                                  
                 You pull my head towards you and I am immersed in your body.  You
                  spread your legs to straddle my head, forcing your cunt into my
                  face.  I move my tongue over your clit, feeling it protrude and
                   harden.  I point my tongue and run it around the base of your
                    clit, pressing hard, and feel your body vibrate in response.
                 Moving down, I thrust my tongue into your cunt, now dripping with
                   your juices.  You are breathing in sobs now, still forcing my
                  mouth against you, constantly moving your hips to bring my mouth
                                into tighter contact with your body.
                                                  
                  Your juices now cover my face; the taste of you is overpowering.
                   Your legs are spread ever wider, and so I put first two, then
                    three, then four fingers deep in your wet cunt.  You moan in
                        response, an animal sound from deep in your throat.
                                                  
                 You take my face in your hands and your lips are all over my face
                    licking your own love juices from me, kissing me deeply and
                      demandingly.  I wonder how much longer you can continue.
                                                  
                    Then your hands are grasping my shirt, pulling it out of my
                   pants; you claw at the buttons then, impatient, rip the shirt
                   open, sending buttons flying.  You unfasten my belt and unsnap
                   the top button of my trousers, roughly parting the zipper.  My
                 cock jumps out, already moist.  You push my pants and shorts down
                  to my knees and kneel in front of me.  Your face and breasts are
                             flushed with your desire, your eyes smoky.
                                                  
                     You put your hand on my bare chest and push me back to the
                  ground.  You pull off my shoes, then my pants.  I lie on my back
                  in the long grass, my cock throbbing obliquely towards the sky.
                            I, too am naked, except for my ruined shirt.
                                                  
                  Your urgency seems to have subsided now, as you lie next to me,
                   propped up on one elbow.  You place your palm flat on my chest
                    and I can see your hand jumping slightly with my heartbeat.
                  Slowly you move your hand up to stroke my cheek once, then down
                  my chest, to my belly, then farther down towards my erect cock.
                  Playfully, you pluck at the pubic hair, then stroke the insides
                 of my thighs.  My cock strains and throbs.  My heart is pounding,
                  yet I lie on my back passively, waiting to see what you will do.
                                                  
                     I want to seize you roughly and enter you, possessing you
                   completely.  But I lie there docilely in the grass, waiting to
                   see what you will do.  I wonder if you have any strength left.
                                                  
                 You put your fingers on my eyelids, closing them, and you kiss me
                   softly on the lips.

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  You move to my chest, kissing and licking
                   and nibbling on the way down.  You lick and nibble my nipples,
                       first one, then the other.  My cock stirs impatiently.
                                                  
                  I feel your tongue in my navel, then your hand on my erect cock.
                  You grasp my shaft with surprising firmness.  Gently you cup my
                  testicles in your two hands, as though testing the weight.  You
                  stroke them and release them.  You lift first my right leg, then
                          the left, separating them, and kneel in between.
                                                  
                  With my eyes still closed, I can hear your calm breathing, then
                  feel your warm breath on my cock, and then I feel your hot, wet
                  mouth slide over the head.  You do not move for a moment, but I
                  can feel the slightest caress of your tongue against the tip of
                   my member.  I wonder how long I can stand this teasing without
                                              coming.
                                                  
                    Slowly you take more of me into your warm mouth, until I am
                   completely surrounded by you.  I can feel the gentle flick of
                  your tongue as you pull back, and the light scrape of your teeth
                  against the shaft.  Slowly and deliberately you continue, first
                     taking just the head of my cock into your mouth, sometimes
                    sucking, sometimes teasing with the tip of your tongue, then
                 slowly sliding the entire length of the shaft into your mouth and
                          down your throat, your tongue busy all the time.
                                                  
                  I am panting now, nearly ready to come, when you stop.  A single
                 drop of fluid emerges at the tip of cock my and hangs there.  You
                  smile at it and flick it off with your tongue.  My world is hazy
                                           with pleasure.
                                                  
                 You rise to your knees and straddle my chest.  As I look up, your
                   breasts fill my vision.  I am conscious of your wet cunt on my
                  bare chest.  I reach up and take your breasts, one in each hand.
                  I gently pinch and roll the nipples, feeling them respond.  You
                  squirm as you squat on my chest and I can feel the slipperiness
                                           of your cunt.
                                                  
                  I hold the cheeks of your ass with my hands and pull you towards
                   my mouth, until your warm and dripping cunt is inches from my
                 mouth.  I pull your body to me until my mouth is sucking greedily
                                      at your clit once more.
                                                  
                  Abruptly, you pull away.  I try to pull you back to me, but you
                   have turned around, presenting your sweet, firm ass to me.  I
                  stroke your buttocks, and as I spread your legs to suck on your
                   clit once more, I feel your hot mouth on my cock.  There is an
                 urgency now which has not been present before, as though our time
                   together were nearly expired.  Your mouth is busy at my cock,
                   sucking, licking, nipping.  I suck and lick your clit, putting
                   three and four fingers deeply into your hot cunt.  I lick your
                                  sweet ass, then insert a finger.
                                                  
                                    I hear you gasp in response.
                                                  
                     You withdraw from me once more, and turn around, lowering
                   yourself onto my cock, burying it to the base.  Your knees are
                 drawn up close to your shoulders and your eyes roll back, showing
                   the whites.  You rock back and forth, impaled on my throbbing
                   cock.  I grasp at your breasts, now slippery with sweat, then
                   spread the cheeks of your ass with both hands.  As I continue
                  thrusting, I gather some of the juice coming from your wide cunt
                   and spread it on the middle finger of my right hand.  I thrust
                              that slippery finger deep into your ass.
                                                  
                  You are wailing and screaming now, gyrating and bucking wildly,
                 impaled on my throbbing member, as you approach orgasm.  I marvel
                    that I have been able to last so long, but I, too, feel the
                                  inevitability of my own climax.
                                                  
                  Locked together, we writhe on the matted grass, slick with sweat
                  and with the profuse juice from your cunt.  We are breathing as
                  one now, gasping for breath; you begin to give out short cries,
                 rising in pitch as your body reaches orgasm.  All sensation in my
                 body seems to be focused on my cock, throbbing with a life of its
                                                own.
                                                  
                        Then, with an explosion we can nearly hear, we come.
                                                  
                   I feel the hot semen spurt from my cock, filling the cavern of
                   your cunt.  The mixture of our own juices spills out onto our
                       bellies, mixing with our sweat and making us slippery.
                                                  
                 You pull away and spin your body around, presenting your dripping
                   cunt to me.  I feel your lips on my cock again, and I press my
                 face into your cunt, licking the mixed juices.  I feel your mouth
                   and tongue on my cock, sucking it clean.  Soon we lie side by
                 side on our backs, head to foot, exhausted.  Your hand plays idly
                   with my now limp cock, my fingers dabble in the juices of your
                              cunt.  Our breathing returns to normal.
                                                  
                               Sadly, reality seems to be returning.
                                                  
                  "How do I reach you?" I ask, feeling a sense of impending loss.
                                                  
                     "I'll call you," you reply, unsuccessfully attempting your
                   earlier pixie smile.  You sit up and reach for your shirt and
                  cutoffs.  We dress together, silently.  The sun is lower in the
                 sky, and there is already the hint of a chill in the air.  I take
                  your hand as we walk back to the car, but your hand is slack and
                         cool in mine.  I open your door and you slide in.
                                                  
                 I get in, start the engine and drive slowly away, willing the day
                  not to end, somehow knowing that I will never be the same.  You
                    sit silently against the passenger door, staring through the
                                            windshield.
                                                  
                   "You never told me where you wanted to go," I offer, my voice
                                    sounding hollow in my ears.
                                                  
                   "It really doesn't matter," you reply. "I'll tell you where to
                                            let me off."
                                                  
                    We come into town and you gesture absently at the bus depot.
                                                  
                     "This will be fine."  I start to protest, but you put your
                   fingers to my lips, giving me the smile I first saw in you, so
                            long ago.  "I'll see you again.  I promise."
                                                  
                 And you are gone.  I curse myself for not getting your last name,
                 your telephone number, your address.  I don't know anything about
                    you, just the secret places of your body where I was able to
                  bring you pleasure.  Sometimes I drive back to that field where
                      we made love and imagine that you are back here with me.
                                                  
                   I can still see where the grass was matted down by our bodies,
                            although it is beginning to spring up again.
                                                  
                    I can hear your laughter as you skip through the long grass.
                                                  
                    I can hear your moans and cries as your pleasure reaches its
                                               peak.
                                                  
                   Who are you, Lisa?  Do you exist only in my memory, having no
                   life outside my fantasy?  Or are you real?  You have taught me
                   the secret places of your body, where in giving you pleasure I
                      receive tenfold, a hundredfold.  You have taught me true
                   intimacy, not just performance; and I haven't had a chance to
                                             thank you.
                                                  
                   Standing at the edge of the field, feeling the sun pale on my
                   back, I sense that I am not alone.  Slowly I turn and you are
                   there, standing beside me.  I catch my breath; it is as though
                   you have never left.  You are wearing the same thin yellow t-
                               shirt and cutoffs, and the same smile.
                                                  
                                   I can think of nothing to say.
                                                  
                   "It's okay," you say.  "You don't need to say anything.  I'll
                                stick around for a while this time."
                                                  
                   You take both my hands in yours, looking deeply into my face.
                         Then the smile is back and you pull me to the car.
                                                  
                  As we drive off together, I look at you sitting there, your legs
                    crossed, the cheeks of your ass peeking out from under your
                        cutoffs.  You catch me staring at you and grin back.
                                                  
                    You slide over close to me and pull my free arm around your
                      shoulders.  My fingers brush your breast and you murmur
                                            approvingly.
                                                  
                   "Yes," you say happily, "I'm  definitely going to stick around
                                           for a while."
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