westbound ((closed for Eiselmann))

[esmeraldaflame]

Esmeralda
Age 18
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Jet Black
Eyes: Deep Blue
Build: toned and athletic, with large, round breasts and a flat, taunt stomach

All she wanted was to get away. Away from the rotted pile of shit that her family had become when her mom started drinking and her dad ran away with his female boss; away from her school where she was failing anyway, and away from the big city. Esmeralda wanted to start a new life out west. She didn't care where or doing what, just as long as it was far away. Possibly in Denver, somewhere, or in one of the little townships between there and Albuquerque. By now, she'd finally left the city behind. The pavement had ended some time ago, and the subdivisions had given away to farm houses tucked back behind front lawns the size of football fields, separated by long, lonesome stretches of agricultural fields. It was quite an impressive distance for a girl to walk, but by now, Esmeralda's feet were killing her. Her pack was digging into her shoulders, and her back was soaked with sweat. She wasn't even sure she was out of the county yet, and she still had quite a ways to go before she crossed the state line and further still before she crossed the Mississippi. At this rate, she wouldn't reach Denver for another 9 months, if her soft, 21st Century body didn't poop out first. She wasn't a pioneer from 1840, and even if she was, they at least had a wagon and a yoke of oxen. She could really use a modern substitute: a car.

Esmeralda eagerly eyed the road in search of a car traveling in the same direction she was. She hoped someone would take notice of her. She didn't look that scuzzy, like she'd carjack anyone, and her large, 48E made a noticeable bulge in her hoodie that obviously denoted her as a woman, if her hairstyle and face weren't enough. It was starting to get a little dark, and Esmeralda knew she had to find either shelter or a ride fast, because she was tired, and this wasn't the day and age where she could crawl into a haystack or camp out in the forest. She hoped someone would come by and pick her up so she could put some miles behind her, or at least help her find someplace to spend the night - or even better, take her to a bus or train station and get her a ticket.

 

[Eiselmann]

Harry Rogers was finally doing the Great American Roadtrip, it had taken twenty years of living in the United States to get to this point , that and redundancy after the buy out of the company he'd worked for since arriving in America. Losing his job at 45 would normally be considered a disaster and while Harry wasn't thrilled about unemployment the sale of the company , he'd partaken in the share programme since day one and walked out the doors of Polit and Gruber New York worth just under four million.

A week earlier he'd left New York and flown to Florida, enjoyed the beaches and the company of a couple of women, his now weaken English accent still noticeable when he choose to use it. His accent wasn't the leg opener that a New Zealand or Australian accent was but it was different enough that American women as often as not wanted him to spend an hour saying 'Hello' 'Cor blimey' and 'bloody hell' before inviting him to their place for a 'shag' another word they tended to love(thank you Austin Powers).

This trip how ever wasn't about shagging his way accross America it was infact Harry realised after twenty years an attempt to connect with this land he called home, thou in a way England would always be home, but he loved this land and the people for the most part were his type of person. England may have been the land of hope and glory but it was far to negitive and after his most reason visit a few years earlier, full of chavs...nasty buggers with no respect.

And so he would take his time see the country at his own pace staying longer if he saw something of interest moving on when it suited.

Twilight was fast approaching and the waiting hotel room was still twenty minutes away, he'd booked the room in a highly recommended place in the middle of a town who's most famous landmark was a statue of a horse , still he'd reach the mighty Mississippi tomorrow one of the more famed natural land marks , his car , a grey Austin Martin that he was paying too much in daily rental for turned a corner and yet more large farms appeared along the straight road including a hitchhiker.

He'd decided on three rules when it came to hitchhikers....rule 1 don't pick them up...rule 2 don't pick them up unless they are a beautiful female....rule three don't pick them up unless they are a beautiful female named either Natalie Portman, Emma Watson or Catherine Zeta Jones...so Harry was mildly surprised with himself as he stopped the sports car about thrity feet in front of the lady...and there was no mistakening that this was a lady her massive breasts pushed hard against her top and as she approached Harry looked out the side mirror noticing that this lady looked bloody young and bloody stunning.


BIO

Harry Rogers
Age 45
6 ft tall
toned body obviously a fit man
mostly black hair but receding slightly and flecks of gray are appearing

English born Harry joined the British Paratroopers as an eighteen year old and served until 24 seeing combat in Iraq and a few other places. at 25 he emigrated to the US with a job as a quality controller for a computer games design company, twenty years later he's made a killing selling his shares and is engaged in a road trip of the country he now regards as home.

Hes a confident man but not cocky and while he loves shagging random women at 45 he's begun to realise that he's missing something important in his life

 

[esmeraldaflame]

A grey sports car breezed past Esmeralda, and she reached out to flag it down. She hoped against hope it would stop, but it seemed most motorists were afraid of getting car-jacked, and sped away. This car was different. It slowed and came to a stop a short distance up. Esmeralda picked up her pace. She came up alongside the car and smiled her girlish smile. She peeked inside and took note of the driver. He looked rather handsome, with a big, sturdy body and rugged good looks. Streaks of silver in his hair made him look like a dignified gentleman. Esmeralda considered herself lucky. Although she wanted a ride, she had been a bit worried it might turn out to be a creepy redneck in a pickup or a big rig. Pausing to adjust her ponytail, she leaned over and tapped the passenger-side window.

"Excuse me," she said. "Could you give me a lift?"

((Esmeralda is wearing a black hoodie with a tight black, longsleeved shirt, a red skirt, black leggings, hiking boots, and a pack with her supplies. She is wearing a bra and panties))

 

[Eiselmann]

Harry liked to think he was a good judge of character and his first impression was that whatever she was doing out here it wasn't to kill random male drivers. His eyes flicked from her face to the curve of her upper body , the tight top enhancing the swell of her breasts.

Yeah he could fuck that , the thought entered his mind before his mind recalled that she was so young, if she was eighteen she was only just ,then again who could really tell how old females were nowadays.

It took several moments for him to answer and then with a smile he unlocked the passenger door from his own doors contol panel, the click audible. "Yeah certainly" he said adding a bit more of his English accent into his voice than normal.

As the door opened Harry's eyes scanned her form quickly, trying not to freak her out by starring too hard, still he was male and she was seriously hot......and those tits!!

"I'm only heading to Grove Hill tonight, its about twenty minutes drive, unless you want to be dropped off sooner of course "

 

[esmeraldaflame]

"Grove Hill is fine," Esmeralda said, climbing into the car and throwing her gear in the back seat. She smiled at her benefactor as she sat down and fastened her seatbelt. She pulled it tightly and securely, inadvertantly wedging the shoulder strap between her massive boobs, bringing out thier monstrous size; while the lap strap conformed to her taunt, flat belly in sharp contrast to the bulging spheres on her chest.