I pulled out of Chris' cabin just after six in the morning on a sunny July day headed for the beaches of Southern California. Chris had left two days earlier to visit an old neighbor from years ago but I knew what he was really doing. He had had a visit from Kelly, an 18-year old from Washington a couple months earlier. She spent the weekend with him I was certain they had fucked each other the entire time, but he never said a word. When I saw him later, Chris explained that he used to be close with her parents but had lost touch when they moved to Eastern Washington and split up. When he told me he was going to visit for a few days, I decided I needed to get away myself. I called up a friend from high school, actually an old girl friend from high school, and she told me to come for a stay.
I had gone to his cabin and spent the night in his bed. I fingered myself to orgasm two times between his sheets last night. I wanted him to smell my scent when he returned from his trip. With that in mind, I made the drive down the mountain to Idaho Falls on a crisp July morning. I pulled off the highway to get a venti coffee at Starbucks and my favorite apple fritter. It was still in the upper-40's when I crossed the road and pulled into the station to fill up the tank in my old Ford pick-up truck. I noticed her when I pulled into the station but didn't really give her a second thought. I slid out of the cab and once again felt the chilled air on my bare legs. I knew it would be blazing as I drove south through Utah so I dressed for the day, not the morning.
I stood, in skirt and jacket and hiking boots, shifting from one leg to the other as I pumped regular gas into my truck. I saw her moving from car to car, asking something and moving on to the next. I heard someone say something about Salt Lake City and she just moved on to the next car. She finally got to me and smiled while asking "Can I get a lift to Vegas?" She had slept-on blonde hair, a Levi jacket and jeans and she was pulling a large suitcase.
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