westbound ((closed for Numerical_Value))

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Esmeralda
Age 18
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Jet Black
Eyes: Deep Blue
Build: toned and athletic, with large, round E-cup 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, E-cup breasts 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.

 

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Michael
Age: 42
Height: 6'1"
Hair: Darker black with a hint of peppering.
Eyes: Welcoming and war brown color.
Build: A little more whethered than you'd guess for his age. Been a day or two since he shaved, stubble. Good shape, broad shoulders, big arms.

Michael had heard something of an odd sound when he started his truck right after work. If you could really call it that. Michael owned his own small convenience shop near a local lake and had just driven into town to arrange certain products be delivered to his store. If there was one thing that you knew about him, it was about his divorce. He'd moved up here right after college to open his store, his (then) wife helping him every chance she got. Until the business almost went under, she started cheating on him and he soon found himself in a courtroom dressed in his Sunday's best with his ex-wife behind the opposite table. She'd taken her half of the business and left, luckily Michael grew up on the outskirts of Denver and got a loan to cover the half that he didn't have. After Sherry had left him, he continued to run the store, focused all his time and effort into making it a better, more successful place and things started to pick up just as he was about to close down.

On this particular night Michael had just left one of the local merchandisers and thought he heard an odd noise coming from his truck. He'd stopped off at a local station and checked it out himself, he knew where mechanics made their money. after checking the fluids and looking over the basics he quickly dismissed it as something in the cab rattling around. After making his way back into the vehicle he found a cup holder full of change and swirled it around, hoping it would settle and decide not to rattle anymore. After starting the engine in his beat-up old Ford Ranger. It wasn't too old, only a 1998, but it had seen it's share of miles and according abuse.

As soon as Michael made his way to the interstate he turned on the radio. It was stock, nothing fancy. The most you could get out here was country, and maybe an old eighties rock station if the sky was clear so investing any more in the thing didn't seem worth while. While cruising down the interstate with his high-beams on, something stuck out on the side of the road. Assuming it was a deer Michael turned off his brights and slowed down. As he approached he began to realize that this deer was fairly tall. After a moment of thought he immediately realized that it was a human; and not only a human, but a female. Not to mention, one with a nice figure at that. She wore rather indiscriminate clothing but her bust seemed too much to hide. 'Who in their right mind is out this late?' he thought as he pulled up and rolled his passenger window down.

"Out a little late, aren't ya?"

The man had a voice that showed character. Not droll or droning, but someone you might want to hold a conversation with, someone that probably has a story or two to tell. He was also raised to help those in need and anyone out this late at night was in need of something. Someone to talk to, a place to stay, or even only a ride to the next city. No matter this girl's need, he was sure he could deliver.

 

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Esmeralda turned back when she saw the glow of headlights behind her. It was the first car she'd seen all day on this Godforsaken road. She waved as the truck pulled to a stop, then she hurried over to the passenger window.

"Can you give me a lift?" she asked. "I've been walking all day, and I haven't seen a town with so much as a decent hotel. I'd really like to put some miles behind me."

 

[Numerical_Value]

It was very clear that the girl was running away from something, but it wasn't his place to ask. He would help out in any way he could, and in all honesty, he may not even want to get tied into whatever she was running away from. Taking her to the next town was no big deal.

"Sure, hop in," Michael laughed and leaned across to unlock the door. The electrics locks had met their maker years ago and he didn't care to ever fix them. It wasn't very often that he had to pick anyone up or even open that door.

 

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"Oh, thank you so much," Esmeralda said, climbing inside the truck. She flopped down on the seat, and buckled her seatbelt. The shoulder harness slipped right between her breasts, bringing out thier full size as two enormous globes of flesh. She settled in for the ride, grateful to finally get some rest.

"This is very kind of you," she said with a sweet smile. "Thank you so much."

 

[Numerical_Value]

Michael had no idea what to say after she got in, the second she put the seat belt on it became very apparent that she was the owner of two very large breasts. Ones that would be quite a handful; even in the palms of his callused hands. Her words broke his little stare and he started the car and pulled off the side of the road. Nearly every chance he got, even a quick second, he'd take a small look at her. As she spoke her smile seemed genuine and it made him feel a bit more comfortable.

"Really, it's no big deal," he dismissed the actions and simply returned her smile. He knew it was the right thing to do. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing all the way out here?" he chuckled and kept his eyes on the road for a sign or something. Michael would take her through two more towns if she wanted, but his house wasn't much further. They'd just met, offering her to stay in his house might be creepy.

 

[esmeraldaflame]

"I'm just trying to get out of my old life and start a new one," Esmeralda admitted, stretching out in her seat. Her breasts seemed to bulge slightly, and the contrast between them and her flat belly became much more pronounced. "I felt so suffocated and stiffled back home. I knew I had to move on. I just want to get as far west as I can, as fast as I can, before people start looking at me." For some reason she felt comfortable around this man. Seeing him up close, she realized how lucky she was to score such a ruggedly handsome man as her ride. He looked tough, strong, and mature; niether ugly and creepy, nor reckless and brash. He looked like he really knew how to treat a woman.

 

[Numerical_Value]

Michael smiled politely as the girl explained the situation she was in. He couldn't imagine what a girl like her would have to run away from. She was pretty, well endowed, and fairly trusting, it seemed. She had just sort of gushed her motives to him on a whim. I suppose he had stopped to pick her up so he had trusted her too.

"Alright, listen up," he chuckled and met her gaze for a quick second. "My house is just beyond the next city. I can let you off there or you can stay at my house." He'd just thrown it out there, why couldn't he? He was single, and fairly good looking for a man of his age. There was no reason that this girl wouldn't find him interesting, at least. "Free of charge, and I'll drive you out another town or two in the morning?" he offered. Michael had no plans in the morning so he wouldn't mind helping her out. Had he even learned her name yet? Offering her to stay and he didn't even know her name. "Oh, and I'm Michael, but most people call me Mike."

 

[esmeraldaflame]

"It's nice to meet you, Mike," Esmeralda said with a smile. "My name is Esmeralda. If you could drive me for another city or two, that'd be great. The farther I am from home, the less likely anyone will be able to find me. I just want to cut myself from my old life and never look back."