1. A Welcome Predator


    Date: 9/18/2016, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: GirlyWorld, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    I first met Jim in the lobby of the youth hostel. I wanted to check with the receptionist if my parents had wired through any money. I was supposed to be studying, but I’d spent most of my time going to parties with other kids of around my age. They knew all about the fun stuff in life and where to go to get some action. My money was all spent. I desperately needed some smokes. “How are you?” Jim said, “It’s a great day, isn’t it?” He was sitting back, relaxed in one of the lounge chairs. I figured he must have been around thirty; a bit old for the hostel, but perhaps he was one of the staff, or applying for a job. In any case, I’d never seen him before. “I’m okay,” I replied, “Just checking if I’ve got any mail.” I didn’t want to go into detail; He didn’t need to know I was wasting my life away. “I see,” Jim replied, “Well, in case you’re asking, I’m doing just wonderful.” He grinned at me, in a pleasant way, but with enough of a wry smile to let me know that I hadn’t bothered to reciprocate his concern for my welfare. “I’m sorry,” I said, “I should have asked you how you are. I have things on my mind.” I sat down in an armchair opposite him, waiting for the receptionist to arrive. He was a pleasant guy with a weathered but soft face, and gray hair. There was an air of distinction about him, but also a trace of devilishness. “You know why I’m doing wonderful?” he asked as though I could possibly guess. “No, why’s that?” I asked, trying to sound enthusiastic. “Because I got ...
    myself a Porsche 911 today,” he replied, grinning, “It’s only a second-hand, but it’s a beauty.” “Wow!” I said, “That’s really cool.” “You want to come take a look?” he asked. The way he asked was really inviting. He was obviously excited about his new toy and wanted to show someone. On the other hand, I really wanted a cigarette. Instead of telling him I needed the money, I told him that I needed to go buy some cigarettes. “I have cigarettes in the car,” he said, “I can give you some.” By this time, the trade-off seemed perfect. I would go take a look at his car, and he would give me free cigarettes. It was only six o’clock and the reception was open until nine. I agreed to go take a look. --- It wasn’t the first Porsche I’d ever seen, but I could imagine how proud a guy might be to own one. It was certainly a damned nice looking car in shiny silver, with sleek body lines, flashy wide-wheel tires, and a lowered suspension. “Come and sit inside,” he said, “It’s a real beauty.” I suddenly had these flashing images of him driving me off somewhere, killing me, and dumping my body by the roadside. I was only nineteen years old and had been warned several times about getting into cars with strangers. Still, looking at him, his car, the circumstances and especially the fact that he was so friendly just didn’t add up to murder. We got into the car, and he started showing me all the knobs and dials, talking about things like RPM and torque, but I’d never learned anything about cars. I ...
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