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Hitchhiking to Ecstasy

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

towards me. “I’m old enough to know what I want,” I said, putting my cup down. “Oh, really,” he said, looking into my eyes. “And what do you want?” “Ecstasy,” I answered, suddenly feeling bold and wanting to tease him. “Ecstasy?” he repeated and laughed. His smile and the way he looked at me got me even more turned on. I looked at his legs stretched towards me as he leaned back in his chair and noticed his gray wool socks with a hole at the heel. He sipped his tea and our eyes met as I sipped mine. We were both silent, looking at each other. I could not believe what was happening to me. My pussy was starting to tingle. I had to do something. I could tell by how laid back he was that if something was going to happen, I had to make it happen. Still, the intensity in our eyes as we looked at each other made me wonder if he wanted what I wanted. Here I was in this guy’s cabin in the woods—a stranger who picked up a hitchhiker. I could not believe the turn of events. I only knew I was getting hot and wet and also, a little frightened and intimated. What’s going on with me. This is crazy. “So, what do you do in Boston?” he asked, tugging on his beard. “I’m a painter. I graduated from Boston School of the Arts eight years ago and I work as a waitress at this cool café.” “So, you’re an artist,” he said, nodding. “Nice.” “Yes, I have a studio in my apartment and I try to paint every day. That’s why I like being a waitress because it doesn’t tap into my creativity.” “What about ... you?” I asked, glancing over at his laptop. “I’m a writer... novels and short stories, but lately, mostly poetry. I try to write a poem every day. Never miss a day.” The more he spoke, the more I wanted him. “So do you ever get lonely here in the woods all by yourself,” I asked, hoping to lead the conversation to a more intimate topic. “Yes and no. I love my solitude and it gives me the time and quiet to write without distractions, but, sometimes, I wish I had a lover, someone to share my bed but didn’t want more than I wanted. Do you know what I mean?” “Yeah, you want a fuck buddy,” I said, happy that the conversation was going in the direction I wanted. “You want a lover who doesn’t get in the way of your spirit...right!” I wanted him to know I understood his philosophy. “Right,” he said, looking into my eyes. “A fuck buddy is a good way of putting it. I’m getting up there in years but I still feel youthful when it comes to sex, but it’s been awhile.” Our eyes met again and I wondered if he was getting as turned on by me as I was by him. The sexual tension in the room was intense. I stretched my legs forward towards his and spread my legs, revealing my crotch, then leaned back in the chair causing my shirt to get tighter against my breasts. I saw him look at my crotch and at my breasts and knew he could see my hard nipples. Our eyes were fixed on each other. I was so hot I couldn’t stand it. I have to make something happen. My mind was racing. Vicki you’ve been here fifteen ...