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Hitchhiking to Ecstasy

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

phone rang. “I bet that’s George from the garage.” He picked up the phone, his eyes looking at me. “Oh hi, George, thanks for calling back. I didn’t leave a message.” He paused, listening, smiling at me.“Oh you have one of those phones that records the number,” he laughed, “I didn’t think you were so 21st century,” he added, clearly familiar with him. Our eyes were on each other as he spoke and he motioned to me to start eating. I reached for a slice of bread and buttered it, not wanting to start without him. “This young woman’s car slid off the road about five minutes from my place on the East Carter Road--just past the big curve. It’s late now but can you tow it here in the morning, that way we can make sure it’s okay.” He listened for a minute then said, “Thanks George. See you in the morning. Give my regards to that sweet wife of yours.” He hung up and smiled at me. “Hope you don’t mind waiting ‘till the morning for your car?” he asked. “And what if I did?” “I’d say too bad--that’s the way it’s going to be,” he answered, buttering a slice of bread. “You think you’re pretty tough, don’t you, holding me captive in your cabin in the woods.” I leaned forward, gazing into his eyes. “Yep! You’re my prisoner for the night whether you like it or not. See what happens when you hitchhike and get picked up by a stranger,” he smiled. “Now eat your soup.” “Yes, sir. Aye Aye, sir,” I responded, saluting him, then took a sip of the black bean soup. “ Mmmmmmmm. Wow! This is delicious.” ... Thanks,” he answered, sipping his soup then taking a sip of his wine. The room was glowing from the fire in the stove and the two candles on the table. “Peter, do you believe in destiny? Do you think it was destiny that all this happened, that I slid off the road and you came by and we, you know, hit it off like this.” I watched him listening, nodding as he took in my words. He took another sip of his soup, another sip of wine. “Nope, I don’t believe it was destiny,” he answered.“ It was just random, good luck, a coincidence that has no explanation,” he paused.“It wasn't destiny. It was a fluke, but I’m glad it happened.” I was surprised by his answer and thought for sure he believed in destiny and that we were meant to meet like this. “I’m surprised by your answer. I think it was destiny.” “Well, think what ever you want, Vicki, if that makes you feel happy and that the stars somehow made you slide of the road and I happened to drive by and we met and rockets went off and here we are eating black bean soup by candlelight—it’s a nice romantic story,” he said, startling me. I was quiet as I thought about his words. “So you’re not a romantic?” I asked, baffled by his statement. “Oh but I am. I am a romantic, very much so, and you will have to read some of my love poetry sometime and you’ll see what a romantic I am,” he said, then took a sip of his wine, a sip of his soup and brought the napkin to his lips. I nodded as he spoke, thinking about his words. “So you think my being ...