Leaving Bakesfield California, headed toward Red Rock Canyon, Nevada: Highway 395 North  

mistytetons 57F
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4/29/2006 12:43 pm

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5/4/2006 10:53 am

Leaving Bakesfield California, headed toward Red Rock Canyon, Nevada: Highway 395 North


“Take a seat” I said as he passed my booth. He pauses and looks at me, unsure if he actually heard the invitation. He’s young, probably 18 or so and from the looks of it, has been hitchhiking for quite some time.
“Go ahead, take a load off and sit down” I say, looking up and smiling at him.
His eyes widen and a smile spreads across his face. He’s got a great smile. He takes off his backpack and throws it into the booth seat and sits down next to it.
He runs his hand over his hair to move it out of his eyes all the while looking intently at me. He has a curious smile and appears to want to say something. I like the pause of the awkward silence and don’t offer to help him out by filling in the blanks with idle banter.
I am enjoying watching him check me out. I know I look hot. And in this diner, there isn’t much else to look at since it appears we are the only customers to have stopped by in quite sometime.
I travel a lot. Most of the time I prefer to eat alone since I spend a good bit of time with people in a variety of activities. Although the activities mostly involve sex in some form or another, I have been known to just sit and chat with folks too. Guess this is one of those times. Maybe not.
He breaks the silence and says; “Thanks for the seat, and the company.”
I nod and smile at him. He blushes and looks away. I notice as he turns away, his eyes glance across my chest, ok, at my tits, which look great in the tank top I am wearing. I smile to myself. I am starting to get the feeling that this is going to be a very good morning indeed.
His shifts in his seat, making himself a bit more comfortable and notices me watching him. He blushes again. This is what I love about the younger men. They have that uninhibited ability to react instantly without realizing it. They aren’t jaded by what they think they are supposed to do, they just react without hang-ups.
I love to watch a man react to me. I am a 45 year old woman who likes how she looks. I think that confidence is very sexy to men and feels great to me. I am not trying to look 18, just be happy with what I have, and what I have is in great shape. I am tall, I run a couple of miles a day and take pretty good care of myself in between.
“What’ll you have?” the waitress says in a tired monotone.
“Cheeseburger, fries and a cup of coffee, black.” I say without looking at the menu all the while checking out my seatmate.
“I’ll have the same with a coke.” He says.
As the waitress leaves to place our order, he looks out the window and asks; “Is that your truck out there?”
Sitting out in the parking lot is my pride and joy. A candy apple red, 1954 Ford pick-up truck. Most everything is stock, few modifications here and there and I had the cab made into a convertible top. It is one of those vehicles you can still work on if you break down on the side of the road. Engines were a lot simpler then, though not as fuel efficient as they are now. I trade independence for a few more dollars in the gas tank. Quite a few more dollars these days.
“Yeah, she’s mine.”
“She’s beautiful.” He says as he looks back at me.
I smile, he blushes again.
“Where are you headed?” I ask
“Nowhere and everywhere” he says and adds; “I decided I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, but I knew I didn’t want to be still, so I started walking.”
“I know the feeling.” I said and nodded to the waitress as she put our drinks on the table.
The coffee is hot, but bitter as hell. Don’t know why I drink this crap other than to keep me awake on the road.
I glance up from my cup and again notice his eyes on my tits. I guess those headlights I am sporting from sitting in the air conditioning have his full attention. He looks up and this time he doesn’t blush, just smiles one of the sexiest smiles I have seen in a long time.
“You look like you have been walking on the road all morning, why don’t you go clean up before the meal comes.” I say, as I smile back at him.
Without a word he gets up. I can’t help but notice his hard-on as he turns to walk to the back of the diner.
This guy is pretty hot. He is young and sometimes the lack of experience can be trying, but the chance to show a young man how to please a woman is so enticing.
I check out the cook and the waitress. They don’t appear to be in a hurry with our meals. I slide out of the booth and head back to the bathrooms. I think I will offer a hand to this young man.
As I walk down the hall to the men’s rooms a hand reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me into a storage area filled with boxes and shelves of canned goods. He pulls me toward him and kisses me. Soft, firm, great tongue action here. This is a bonus. He is definitely not a novice so far. I like the taste of him as he playfully teases my mouth with his tongue. I gently bit his lower lip and he moans.
He moves us further into the room all the while continuing to kiss me. He has found my weakness, my neck. This is the one place that drives me crazy when kissed or touched. I am so horny, I really want this guy. I start to unbutton my shorts when his hand stops me.
“I’ll do that when I am ready.” He says gently but firmly.
I am intrigued and it is such a turn on. Ok, if that is what he wants, I am game and I reach over and begin to unbutton his jeans.
“No” he says. “You can’t have that right now either.” And he starts kissing my neck again. This just drives me wild and he knows it. He pulls back and smiles at me with that incredibly sexy smile.
“Take your top off, slow” he says as he leans back on a stack of boxes.
I smile and watch his face as I reach down and lift my tank top up and over my head. He reaches over and cups my 38D’s in his hands. His hands follow around back and unhook my bra. As he pulls my bra off he moans and once again his hands are fondling me. He has my erect nipples between his fingers, gently pinching each one. He leans down and begins to tease them with his tongue. He nips and sucks on each one as I moan from the pleasure. I am so hot and horny, I reach down to my pussy, which is dripping wet now, I just need to rub it, it is tingling, it desperately needs some attention.
He stops me and kneels down in front of me. He unbuttons my shorts and pulls them slowly down. As I step out of them he takes one of my legs and puts it over his shoulder and buries his face in my cunt. He starts to lick and suck on my clit. Oh, he is good, I don’t want him to stop and fortunately, he doesn’t. It feels so good, his hands are on my ass, holding me there on his face. I rub my tits as he sucks and licks me.
I can feel the orgasm coming. It’s a strong one, I grab his head and keep him in place as my hips buck and my pussy grinds into him harder as wave after wave hits me. He eagerly licks me, sticking his tongue inside me as I come.
I collapse back onto the boxes as he stands up wiping his wet face and smiling. I need a moment to collect myself but he has other plans.
He turns me around and bends me over a box of canned chili. As he undoes his pants I glance back and see his beautiful cock, hard and ready to play. He begins to stroke it as he moves toward me.
He grabs my hips and plunges into my wet pussy and begins pumping away with long, slow strokes. Usually the young ones are too quick and over with too soon. This guy is experienced and well experienced at that.
He reaches around and takes both my tits in his hands all the while sliding his hard member into me. I feel my nipples getting even harder and he begins to pinch them as they grow. It feels so good, I lean over further, moaning as I grab onto the sides of the box. For such a strong, independent woman, I sometimes love for a man to fuck me the way that feels best to him. I really get off on that.
My hips start to move from side to side as I enjoy this fuck and my pussy is pressed up against the box as he thrusts harder into me. I grind myself harder into the box for an added pleasure to my clit. He begins moving faster and his hands are firm on my tits. I can feel how hard he is in me, he is ready to come. He starts to moan and leans over me, shoving his cock into me faster, and he begins gently biting my back. I can’t control myself. I start to come again, my hips thrusting back at him, both of us moaning in pleasure as we move together in this orgasm.
We collapse onto the box, exhausted. He kisses my neck and pulls his hands out from under my tits. I am dripping wet as he slides out of me. With a sheepish grin he hands me some paper towels off the shelf. I tear off a few and hear a noise off to the side. We look over toward the door and discover the cook and the waitress standing there with huge grins on their faces. We all start to laugh.
“This is why we keep this diner open” the waitress says looking livelier than before. “We meet the friendliest people.” She says as she steps into the storage room. I didn’t notice before, maybe because she wasn’t smiling when I ordered, but she is pretty cute.
She walks up to me and slides her hand between my legs.
“Can I clean you up?” she says with a smile. “I’m really good at it.” she adds as she kneels in front of me.
Both men sit on the boxes around us rubbing their crotches as I lay back over the chili box and spread my legs. I am just not one to turn down a good licking.

SirMounts 103M

5/2/2006 8:18 pm

Well, you write very well, and you have a wonderful imagination, too. *wink*
Welcome to blogging, mistytetons. *smiling*


mistytetons 57F

5/3/2006 11:24 am

Imagination, the Reality of Life *very much smiling* Thanks for reviewing, you Apollo-god *wink*


SirMounts 103M

5/3/2006 3:24 pm

Why yes, imagination is wonderful. They say the brain is the largest sex organ... *looking down* ...in, almost every case, I guess. *winking* And yes, I am pretty good looking, ain't I? *admiring self in mirror* But nowhere near as... attractive, as you. *fingers crossed* lol


mistytetons 57F

5/4/2006 7:54 am

Since you are the man of mystery *no photos* I must take your word for your looks. So from the looks of it...1576 posts to blogs, you are quite a busy man...all your rendevous and time to post...surprised you didn't compare yourself to superman or captain america-must not be into that "kids stuff!"


SirMounts 103M

5/4/2006 9:34 am

Well, the amazing thing is I put up about a thousand posts in less than 10 days. *winking* That's with days off. lol. Hey, this counts as one, too! *laughing*
And, I know My energy and powerful personality must be intoxicating to you. Let's put it this way... have you ever noticed that you never see Me and Superman in the same place, at the same time?


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