Lonely Road

shadowoftheheart

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Lonely Road (Closed for me JustyW & Trailryder)

Night. Darkest night. Only the constant sound of the tires on the pavement, the jarring sounds of heavy metal from the radio (I hate heavy metal, but the shit keeps me awake), the flash of headlights on signs ... Only these for company.

My long blonde hair is tied back in a pony that reaches halfway down my back. I'm in sweatpants, tennis-shoes, and a t-shirt. My winter jacket is in the seat beside me, because while the snow swirls lazily outside, within the heater is cranked at it's a pleasant 80 degress.

Bismarck, 80 miles. Shit. Keep going. Keep going.

Bismarck, 60 miles. Where did the 20 miles go? No time passed, but 20 miles sure did!

I pull over, or next time I black out I'll wake up in an emergency room in Nowhere North Dakota.

I yawn. Am I in North or South Dakota? Hell, for all I know I'm in Wisconsin!

60 miles to Bismarck. 60 miles. One hour. But I have to get some sleep.

3:30 am. OK, just relax. Lay back. Eyes start to close. Sleep until dawn, then drive the rest of the way. Nate and Amanda will understand. Better this than having them ID me in some small-town morgue.

Then ... bright lights right behind me. I can't tell if it is a truck, or a car with high-beams on. I sigh. What the hell?

(OOC: This thread is now closed for myself, JustyW, and Trailryder. Where the road takes the three of us, who knows. :) )
 
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Jen had been walking along the road for several hours, freezing her tight little ass off. She had been trying to hitch hike for several weeks, starting in the Carolina's on her way to the northern west coast. At 18, she had slept her way across some of the states, but mostly had blown her way to the Dakotas. She was pretty enough, with a slender body and nice breasts, but it was her pouting, Anjelina Jolie lips which drew most people's attentions.

The truck driver she was with now had offered her a ride, and 20 miles into the middle of nowhere had demanded a blowjob or she coulkd walk to the next town. So she went along with it, until he grabbed her head and forced it down her throat, hurting her neck, leaving red marks on her neck from his grip. Spewing his seed all over her face, he finally let go of her and regained control of his rig. In front of the rig, she saw a car way out in front, along the side of the road, as did the truck driver.

Punching on his high beams, the trucker slams on the brakes, quickly slowing the rig down to a squealing halt. The woman in tha car could see and hear the rig stop. The passenger door was opened and a young woman was shoved out onto the road. She was dressed simply in a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a baggy t-shirt. A winter coat hung from the inside of the passenger door, and before the girl could stand and get it, the driver shut the door and started driving off.

Jen rose from the freezing road surface and started towards the truck in order to get her coat and bag. As the truck starts to pull away, a long list of profanity leaves the girl's mouth. The truck goes a short distance and stops again, her overnight bag and coat flying out of the window. The bag hist the ground, while the wind catches her coat, carrying it behind the cab. As the truck starts to pull away again, the coat sleeve catches on something and stays on the truck, flapping away.

Collecting her bag, she wraps her arms around herself, shivering in the cold snowly night...
 
I squinted back to see a big rig. I still wasn't sure what was going on ... I was well off to the side of the road.

The passenger door opens, and a woman is shoved out. The door closes and the truck starts moving. The woman stands up and starts shouting. Still tired, I watch this drama play out.

The truck stops once more, just in front of me now. The window opens, and an overnight bag and winter coat are tossed out. The bag falls to the ground, but the coat is caught, and as the truck drives off, the coat flaps along almost mockingly in the breeze.

The woman walks forward, grabbing her bag, and huddles close against herself for warmth.

I open my door, and step out into the frozen night air.

"Miss? Are you alright?"

Her face is covered in what looks like sperm, her hair is disheveled, her clothes look wrinkled, as though she has slept in them.

Lover's quarrel, I assume. I don't want to get in between a truck driver and his girl, but I also can't let her just walk down the road to be run over or picked up or who knows what.

"Ummmm ... Listen, my passenger seat's open ... I am going on to Bismarck in the morning ...."

I shift my weight and shrug awkwardly, looking back down the road at the truck that is gaining speed as it continues down the road.
 
"Miss? Are you alright?"

"No, that fucking asshole... made me blow him if I wanted to reach the next town, then shot his cum all over my face, and then kicked me out of his fucking truck!"

"Ummmm ... Listen, my passenger seat's open ... I am going on to Bismarck in the morning ...."

She is already shivering in the cold of the winter night, "thankyou, any port in a storm, right?" She chukles lightly and nervously, imagining what the woman must think of her, given her appearance. "I'm Jen, from South Carolina. Heading to the west coast...." She didn't know what else to say at the moment, except to ask for something to wipe her face off, something she could toss to the wind...
 
"Lisa. Um .. I have some wipes in here ...."

I pull out a plastic case of hand-wipes, and hand them to Jen with a sheepish look on my face.

"I'm meeting some old college friends in Bismarck. Um .. if you don't mind waiting here for a few hours so I can get some sleep, I can drive you on into town."

I shrug. I don't really trust her, but I sure can't just let her freeze to death out here. I unlock the passenger door, and motion for her to get in.

"It's at least warm, dunno how comfy you'll find it. Oh, and you can slide my coat on too for a while, if you need it to warm up."
 
Jen accepts the wipes, quickly using them to remove the mostly frozen chism from her face, throwing the used wipes to the wind, letting it carry them away. Once the door is unlocked, Jen quickly climbs in, pushing her bag down by her feet and pulling Lisa's coat up over her exposed flesh, hiding the stiff swollen nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt in the cold air.

"A few hours, a few days, I don't care... not after what I've been through to get this far... Never really wanted to come this far north until I reached the coast, but I had to go where the truckers would take me." She continues to shiver, hugging Lisa's coat around her.
 
I nod, turning the key to acc and turning the heat back on.

"Well, it'll get warm quick. Electric heater. Umm ... you know, after what you just went thru .. I dunno if I could hitchhike all that way."

I lock the doors, for security, and look over my guest. She is pretty, slender, breasts a nice handful (though she covers them now with my coat, as they were certainly not covered well enough with her thin top).

I can't sleep now, watching her with a mixture of concern and curiosity. I wonder why she is trying to hitchhike across the country ... but am not sure if I should ask.
 
Name: Dallas Parker
Age: 37
Appearance: 6'1, Sandy Blonde hair, medium complexion, goatee, looks like a cowboy always wearing wranglers, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat.
Personality: Dallas is a lifelong modern day cowboy. He both raises and trains bucking horses for use in rodeo's. Though he no longer compete's in them he still likes to ride. He is single and prefers the company of the woods and animals than that of most people.

IC: I had just delivered a load of bucking horses to a traveling rodeo outfit. They needed them ASAP and paid darn good money to get them. I had driven 12 hours without a break to get them there and was heading home. I was in the middle of no where when my truck just suddenly quit without warning. I coasted to the edge of the road and stopped. I opened the hood and tried several things but with no luck the truck would not start. I took the cell phone from my hip holster but there was not one single bar. Shit, no service out in here in god knows where in the middle of the night. Well, all I could do was wait for someone to come along though that might be awhile considering how far off the beaten path as I was taking a short cut. I took an old folding chair out of my truck and set it next to the road. I pulled my old .45 from the glove box making sure it was loaded and stuck it in my pocket. You never knew what type of nuts you might come across. I then thought well someone might think I was a nut and not stop to help. So I looked in the truck and managed to find a old piece of cardboard box. I tore it and open and wrote "Truck broke down. I need a ride. I assure you I'm not an axe murderer. Would an axe murder really be towing a stock trailer?" I looked at my work and thought how lame like anyone would believe that sign. But oh well what could it hurt? I took my thermos filled with coffee from the truck pouring me a cup and sat in the chair wating.
 
I nod, turning the key to acc and turning the heat back on. "Well, it'll get warm quick. Electric heater. Umm ... you know, after what you just went thru .. I dunno if I could hitchhike all that way."

"God that feels good. I can't believe how much the temperature has dropped since the sun went down... I didn't know how I was going to make it either. The first few days were rough, but after awhile, it got easier. Most of the people that gave me rides were pretty nice and only one got frisky..."

I lock the doors, for security, and look over my guest. She is pretty, slender, breasts a nice handful (though she covers them now with my coat, as they were certainly not covered well enough with her thin top).

Jen turns the coat around, opening it and letting the warm air from the vents wash over her. Even the warm air does little to soften her stiff nipples poking through her shirt. This close, it is obvious she is wearing a bra, though it doesn't seem to do more than support her breasts.

I can't sleep now, watching her with a mixture of concern and curiosity. I wonder why she is trying to hitchhike across the country ... but am not sure if I should ask.

Jen chuckles, "that's what I get for taking off like I did. I have a couple friends that moved out along the coast a year ago. Too much shit happening at home, so I decided I would head out and see them..."
 
"I know just what you mean. Now, I ask you, why the hell did my friends move up here to the Frozen Tundra? Could have gone anywhere after they graduated and got married ... Oh my god! What did that guy do?"

I notice the marks she still has on her neck. I shift in my seat, to be closer to Jen, and reach out a tenative hand.

"Do you need me to drive you on into town? I mean, if you're hurt?"

I have noticed her firm nipples, they are rather impossible to miss, but at that moment I am more concerned about what could be an injury to her neck.
 
... Oh my god! What did that guy do?"

I notice the marks she still has on her neck. I shift in my seat, to be closer to Jen, and reach out a tenative hand.

"Do you need me to drive you on into town? I mean, if you're hurt?"


"Shit..." Leaning towards Lisa, head down, I pull my hair away from my neck, so she can get a better look. The hand marks extend under the collar of my shirt, "it only hurts a little, from where he grabbed me to hold me on his dick. How bad does it look?" Head down, my eyes are focused on Lisa's crotch. Without turning my head, I glance sideways at her chest.
 
I carefully touch her neck, running my fingertip over the marks. No blood, just a little warm and tender.

"Does that hurt? Because I think it looks worse than it is...."

As she glances at my breasts she can tell that I'm not wearing a bra. Though, of course I don't know that she is glancing ....

Whereas I have started to notice her. I run a hand through her hair, telling myself that I am checking her neck to see if there are any more marks.

"I ... don't see anything else that ... looks too bad...."

I shiver slightly. Okay, focus somewhere else. She just got through something aweful in that truck ... She's attractive, but I have to remember she's not going to be interested in anything than a safe, warm environment. Not after what she's been through.

"Umm ... are you ... alright?"
 
Jen shivers slightly as Lisa's fingers touch her neck and run through her hair. It had been too long since anyone had touched her so softly, so tenderly. Seeing the outlines of her nipples through her shirt, she pictures what Lisa's breasts would look like, imagining the feel of them. Stop that! You were just forced into sex with that fat slob of a truck driver! How can you possibly think about sleeping with this woman! What makes you think she would even be interested in some tramp like you! Despite her reservations, I turn my head slightly, my eyes warm and inviting, "no, not really... you.. you have a very soft touch.."
 
"no, not really... you.. you have a very soft touch.."

"Umm.. good. No, I think .. you will be alright."

I cup my hand under her chin, and gently raise her face, so my blue-eyed gaze can meet hers levelly.

"You ... you have pretty eyes. Look umm ... just ... tell me to shut up if ... if you want to sleep."

I shift my weight, scooting ever closer to her. I can't help it, as I feel myself increasingly drawn toward her....
 
Green eyes, deep and bright, look back into those beautiful blues, "your's are quite captivating as well..." She lightly bites at her lower lip, before wetting her full lips with her tongue, "I can't thank you enough for bringing me in like this, where I can warm up, and have wonderful company..."
 
I blink, and grin softly.

"Well I .. couldn't very well let you freeze ... Don't know if that makes me ... wonderful...."

I take a deep breath. My lips feel dry, so I flick my tongue along them (yes, so I tell myself) moistening them ... leaning in ... closer to her ... I release her chin, gently taking the back of her head ....

"What am I doing?" I only vaguely am aware that I say it aloud ....
 
Smiling, I lean forward, pressing my lips to yours softly, caressing your lips with mine. Moving my head slightly side to side, lips brushing oh so softly across yours. Pressing them against yours again, my mouth slightly open, hand reaching up to cup the back of your head.
 
I gasp softly at the touch of your lips, but it takes little time for the warmth and the gentle caresses of your soft mouth to overcome surprise. I part my lips softly as I press my lips to you as they are returned, caressing, chewing softly, my tongue sliding out to tease along your lips.
 
My free hand reaches out to softly caress your tummy with a couple fingers. My own mouth chewing, tongue sliding along your lips, the tip brushing across yours. Fingers start stroking your tummy in a slow circle, as my kiss becomes deeper, tongue darting into your mouth. My hand presses against your tummy, my fingers splayed, sliding down and then up under your shirt.
 
I shiver at your soft touch on my bare skin. My tongue slides back into my mouth, my lips softly close to catch your tongue, I playfully nibble on it and then part my lips again to allow your tongue to enter my mouth. I suck on your tongue, as my own teases, rus along the underside of yours.

I run my fingertips up along your upper arms, to your shoulder, and down your back. I press my fingertips in to your back slightly, with a soft moan into your mouth as I feel your hands slide up my bare belly under my top.

I feel fire spreading through my body, as I quiver in anticpation, and drop my hands quickly down your back to tease, caress, cup, and then gently to squeeze the soft flesh of your asscheeks through the material of your jeans.
 
Moaning softly as you suckle and tease my tongue. I shiver as your fingertips caress my skin, eyes flying open wide, a short whimper escapes my mouth as you squeeze my firm bottom. The hand on your tummy slides up, fingertips playing softly over your breast, never quite touching your nipple.

Tongue sliding along yours, my lips nibbling on yours. Leaning into you, my hand cupping your head slides down across your shoulder and down your right arm. Lacing my fingers with yours, I pull your hand around to my busom, squeezing our fingers around and into my breast..
 
I shiver softly at your touch on my breast, that is painfully delightful as it teases, never quite touching my firm, sensitive nipple, intensifying a sense of eager anticipatory arousal.

My right hand squeezes yours softly, and then I gasp into your mouth as you lead my hand to your breast pressing it to you, squeezing with your fingers, causing my own to squeeze into your breast.

I make no effort to avoid your firm, prominent nipple, squeezing it gently between my thumb and forefinger, and softly twisting, with just a little tug through the layers of clothing covering your breast.

My other hand continues to squeeze your rear, rubbing in large slow circles to stimulate what she can reach without lifting you off the seat ....
 
Moaning, I playfully bite your lips as you roll and tug at my nipple. My fingers continue to caress and tease, leaving your nipple untouched. Unlacing my fingers from yours, I move my hand to work your shirt upward, tugging little by little until both of your glorious breasts are exposed.

Pulling my mouth from yours, staring into your eyes as a devilish smile washes over my mouth. Lowering my head to blow lightly across first one, then the other nipple.
 
I moan softly as I feel my breasts exposed. I shiver with anticipation of your continued caresses, hoping you will attend to my nipples, which are firm and aching for your touch.

I still caress your breast, and tweak your nipple through the material of the shirt. The hand on the small of your back slides up, underneath your shirt, tracing your spine up slowly with soft fingertips, and at the same time drawing your tshrt up exposing your belly.

I sigh softly as the kiss is broken, looking back into your eyes with lingering surprise, but mostly arousal. I frown as I see your impish smile, and when you lean your head down toward my breasts, I gasp quietly, anticipating the feel of your lips on my nipples ...

When you blow lightly across each one, I moan deeply and quiver with still-unmet anticipation.
 
I shift to kneel on the seat, putting my hands on the seat on either side of you. I blow across your nipples again, before bringing my face up to brush against yours, lips a hands breath away. Letting my hot breath wash over your skin, lips coming in for a kiss, then veering off, moving to your ear. My hot, steamy breath caresses your ear, just before my teeth playfully nip at the lobe. My face turns, a light nip at your cheek, nose brushing against yours, I look into your eyes. Lowering my face a gain, I make to blow across your nipples again, but this time I plunge my mouth over your right breast, biting playfully at your flesh, pulling away, teeth grazing across your flesh. Lastly, I pinch your nipple between my teeth, rolling it back and forth, pulling it up and out to support the weight of the breast.
 
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