1. Hitchhiking to Ecstasy


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    “Damn, Shit, Fuck!” I shouted, banging my hands on the steering wheel and shaking my head from side to side, my long hair flailing, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” My car had just slid off the goddamn icy road into a ditch and it was getting dark. Now, what? I sighed, knowing my cell phone was dead. I had lost the charger and was going to get a new phone when I got home. "Who knew I'd slide into a fucking ditch," I muttered to myself, angrily rationalizing my procrastinating tendency. I’m going to have to hitchhike and see if I can find a phone,” I thought, knowing it was dangerous for a woman to hitchhike, but I had no choice.“Oh well, here goes.” I zipped up my down vest, pulled my wool cap down over my ears, flipped my scarf around my neck, grabbed my backpack, and had to squeeze out because the fucking door was jammed against the side of the ditch. Once I wiggled my way out, I stood on the icy dirt, looking around. It was getting dark and I realized if I didn’t get picked up soon, no one would be able to see me. Hope I don’t get picked up by some pervert? I walked up the road a little and glanced back at the front of my car down in the ditch and felt the wind through my faded jeans. Fortunately, I was wearing boots that came up near my knees, my jeans tucked in them. I was really in an isolated spot and saw no signs of houses, no lights, nothing but trees on both sides of the road. No one’s going to come. This is a nightmare. Come on, Vicki, don’t be negative. Think positive ...
    thoughts. Someone’s going to come—everything’s going to be alright. I paced back and forth for about ten minutes, getting colder and looked in both directions, hoping a car would appear. What should I do if a car doesn’t come? Should I walk and hope I find a house or should I sit in the car and just wait it out? Damn what a mess I’m in. Why did I decide to take the fucking scenic route? Why do I like the back roads? Why am I so stupid? Suddenly, I thought I heard the sound of a car and got excited. Maybe I’m in luck. I looked in the direction of the curve in the road. As the sound got closer, the glow of headlights shone on the trees across from me. When I saw the car, I moved closer to the edge of the road and put out my thumb, wishing I could make it huge and longer as I extended my arm and waved it frantically. “Please stop. Please stop,” I whispered to myself, almost praying. The car passed me, then slowed down, but didn't stop until it was twenty or so feet ahead of me. It backed up as I ran towards the car. The window went down and I saw a man with longish gray hair under a brown wool cap and a shaggy beard but couldn’t see much more. “Looks like you’re in a jam, miss.” “Yeah, I slid off the road. I need to find a phone to call a tow truck.” “Hop in. I live five minutes from here. You can use my phone.” Once in, I put my backpack on the floor and took a deep sigh of relief. The car was warm and the radio was playing classical music. “Guess you’re not used to driving on these ...
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