Hitchiking Fantasy
I posted this story on TGirl Talk earlier tonight, in a thread about fantasies that you never pursued, after writing it I felt like maybe I should put it up on my blog for posterity's sake. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did remembering it.
Fall of 2003
I've been hitchiking up the 101 all day long on my way from Los Angeles to San Fransisco. I'm in Monterrey and the sun is going down, I'm still a good 100 miles from the nearest friends house and I don't have enough money to get a hotel room, not exactly sure where I'm going to sleep. The beautiful sunset leaves me feeling lonesome, in a way thats hard to describe, seeing something beautiful, being on such a grand adventure, meeting so many interesting people, and having no one to share it with. I'm starting to worry, when a car pulls over a hundred yards ahead. As I run towards the car, I notice several Kucinich for President bumper stickers and a midwife sticker as well.
When I get in the car, a beautiful woman with bright red hair in her early 20's (she looked exactly like the character Tammy Littlenut from Strangers With Candy) says to make myself comfortable and starts to make conversation. Evidently tonight is her last night in California, she leaves tomorrow to fly to Ohio to work on Kucinich's obviously doomed bid for president, but she fervently believes in it, so who am I to burst her bubble? She tells me she's been visiting her mother in San Diego, and she wanted to go have one last night with her husband before flying to Ohio and being apart from him for three months.
As we near Santa Cruz its dark, and she asks what my plans are, she lives outside Santa Cruz on a horse farm. I tell her I'm going to plow on through to SF where I have plenty of places to stay. She'll have none of it. She insists that I come to her home, where she will cook me a vegan meal (I was vegan at the time, god the hunger.....) evidently her and her husband had recently gone vegetarian so she was super excited to share with me. As a policy, when hitchiking, if a ride offers a meal, even if I can afford to buy one, I accept peoples hospitality because giving feels just as good as receiving
. She makes vague allusions to "girls like me" but doesn't push it. When we get to her house, she runs out of the car and jumps into her husbands arms (he's oh gosh, taller than me by far 6'6 maybe also with bright red hair) and kisses him for a while. Then she explains my situation and they both insist that I stay the night. I go inside with them and they pour me a glass of wine. While she makes dinner he takes me on a tour of his music studio (professional musician, love hippies sometimes.) and I sit down and play the piano for a while. Then we all share dinner, and its lovely. At some point the mood changes, and its no longer just friendly, they are obviously horny, and they are dropping subtle cues that I could join them for the evening. I'm so exhausted from my days travels, the red wine has made me heavy, and I have no idea how to explain my gender since it hasn't been directly talked about, and its her last night with her husband, so I opt for the VW bus they have parked outside.
I curl up in my sleeping bag, and jerk off listening to them fuck, cumming over and over and over (lucky for me I can have as many orgasms as I have the arm strength to pursue), as I moan and groan, they get louder and louder. Finally, all is still, and there is no sound except for the whinnying of the horses outside, and I fall into a deep sleep.
In the morning my new friends give me a ride into town and I easily hitch a ride to San Fransisco by 9AM.
True story.
Now I experienced this, or a variation of this so many times, but always feared what might happen if I let people know that I was a 'chick with a dick', and that is why I started pursuing sex work, same thrill, strangers, a night of passion, never to see the person again. I often times fantasize about that night on the Horse farm, and ever since then I've had a real fetish for married couples.
So thats my story.
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