Hitchhiking

[zotique]

In 1973 I was a horny 20 year old hitchhiking from Toronto to Niagara Falls.

Got picked up by two girls from San Francisco.

On the way, one of them said "How do you know we're not going to kidnap and murder you?"

"You're gonna have to rape me first," I replied.

We went to see the falls together, then one went up to sleep in the loft and I bunked down with the other, Francesca was her name, and we made sweet love for much of the night.

If I remember right, we fucked, she sucked me and we fucked again at least once before falling asleep.

She wouldn't let me eat her out, but when I tried she held me back and said "You like that do you?" and kissed her way down my belly.


The next day they dropped me off on the highway. Never saw her again, but we did write a few times.

She called me her "gentle man."

I still fondly remember that night and it was 44 years ago.


What was playing on all the radio stations?

"Lord, I was born a ramblin' man"

 

[dolf]

 

[Hashtag47]

In 1973 I was a horny 20 year old hitchhiking from Toronto to Niagara Falls.

Got picked up by two girls from San Francisco.

On the way, one of them said "How do you know we're not going to kidnap and murder you?"

"You're gonna have to rape me first," I replied.

We went to see the falls together, then one went up to sleep in the loft and I bunked down with the other, Francesca was her name, and we made sweet love for much of the night.

If I remember right, we fucked, she sucked me and we fucked again at least once before falling asleep.

She wouldn't let me eat her out, but when I tried she held me back and said "You like that do you?" and kissed her way down my belly.


The next day they dropped me off on the highway. Never saw her again, but we did write a few times.

She called me her "gentle man."

I still fondly remember that night and it was 44 years ago.


What was playing on all the radio stations?

"Lord, I was born a ramblin' man"

Wouldn't let you in her pants but sucked your dick? Was her nick name Frank or connie?

 

[Hashtag47]

aella?

 

[JerichoEd]

July, 1983. I was 18, poor, extremely flirtatious, and rarely took anything serious. Hung out with the wrong crowd. Getting laid, and it happened often then, was my primary goal.

Small country town. Hot and muggy. Couldn't get my old clunker to start.I changed into my shorts, tank top, and sneakers. Started walking the 5 mile trek to home.

About a mile into the walk, 2 girls in a Ford LTD convertible zipped past me. Then backed up. I recognized them from another town, but we went to the same HS. I ran to the car and hopped in the back.

I distinctly remember the driver telling me to not sweat all over the back seat. I said something about her 2-60 A/C that made her friend laugh, but not her. She never liked me and I didn't care. The passenger, who always struck me as cute, reserved, and proper, but kind and quite utterly shocked me. An avid church girl. "You have got the hottest legs and ass I ever seen on a man!" It took me and the driver off guard. Completely unexpected. Didn't know what to say because it didn't seem like her at all. I just grinned and blushed as she made some comment about "Mr. Macho" being speechless.

We were coming up on the dirt road that lead to my house and I said they could drop me off there. But the passenger kept insisting they take me all the way. I didn't want her to know how poor my family was, for the 1st time I was embarrassed about where and how I lived.

When they let me out, the passenger wouldn't let her girlfriend drive off

I remember sneaking a peak at the driver's body from the passenger's side, but the passenger put both her hands on my face, pulled me a little closer, and said,"Don't you have something to ask me"?

I'll never forget that touch, her piercing look into my eyes, and that sweet little evil grin.

"Like what?

"Like my phone #? Or taking me out some time?"

"Uh, You like to fish?"

"Sure. I thought you were smoother than that. My phone # is on your windshield wipers. Bye!" And they sped off. Her # was there when I went back to my car the next day.

I married that girl 2 years later.

 

[Ms_Ann]

The last time my car broke down I was walking to the next town and 2 cops picked me up. They offered to give me a ride and frisked me before I could get in the car. Not exactly sex...closer to sexual harassment. One man's meat, I guess.

 

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