He cursed himself again for taking the "scenic" route. If he had kept to highway 395, he could have been in L.A., or at least Riverside County, by now. Instead he had decided to follow the snaky little dotted lines on the map through what he had hoped would be some beautiful desert wilderness. What he was passing though now, however, looked like the scenes taken by the Viking landers on Mars, minus the red tint. And worse, the poorly maintained gravel road had forked many times, forks that were not on the map, forks with no signs giving useful information, and now he had no idea where he was headed, despite his attempts to retrace his route back to the turnoff from 395.
To top it all off, the sun was touching the horizon, his fuel gauge read just a hair above the empty mark, and the temperature gauge was slowly heading toward the caution zone.
Beads of sweat trickled down Eric's face as his Sentra crested the top of a small hill. Then he spotted the sign to the right of the road, and a flood of relief washed through him.
The wooden sign was old, battered, with big splintery gouges around the edges. The words were faded, but Eric could still make out:
Funny name for a town, Eric thought, but at this point he didn't care if it was called Oolala Boolala! Hopefully it would have a gas station, or at least a phone so he could call AAA.
After what was certainly more than a mile, he came to another rise. At the top was another battered wooden sign:
Eric sighed. "Pop 120" did not sound very promising as far as service stations or stores were concerned, but his fuel gauge made it clear that this little town would be his only savior.
As soon as he passed the sign and started down the hill, the town came into view. Definitely not a major burg, it consisted of just the one street he was driving on, with a few clusters of small buildings on either side and some houses beyond. Although it was getting pretty dark now, he could see only one or two lights down there.
God let there be at least a phone, he thought grimly as the road leveled out and changed from gravel to rough, pitted asphalt. Eric quickly slowed down to keep the myriad potholes from jarring his suspension too badly.
The first thing he noticed as he crossed the edge of town was that there were no other cars about. None parked along the street, nor in any of the small parking areas between the buildings. Definitely spooky. Is this town deserted? Eric was quickly losing hope, until he saw the small store up ahead and to the right. Light flooded through the big glass windows, casting the empty parking lot in an eery glow. One of the glass doors was clearly open.
He parked in the space nearest the door (nice to be able to do that for once!), hopped out of his car, and headed inside. A beeping sound somewhere in the store announced his entry.
The shelves were full of the usual convenience-store snacks and goodies, and Eric's grumbling stomach demanded a purchase. But getting to a gas station or phone was still top priority in his mind, and he headed straight to the cashier's counter to ask for help. But when he got there, his first question just died in his throat.
The girl behind the counter looked at him in a friendly and expectant manner. She must have been in her late teens or early twenties, tops. She wore faded blue denim shorts and a matching jacket. The shorts had been ripped so that as much of her incredible legs was exposed as possible. Eric could not help thinking what it would be like to lick them all over, very slowly. Then his eyes crawled up her body -- they could not help it. Only the two bottom buttons of her jacket were fastened; the rest was spread open just enough to offer a peek at her huge, quivering mountains of delectable titflesh. No bra that he could see -- her boobs were definitely swinging loose and free under there.
Then he looked at the most beautiful face he'd ever seen in his life. No makeup that he could see, just a natural, radiant beauty. She just looked back at him and waited, seemingly unaffected by his lusty stare.
"Uh, uh," Eric finally managed to get out. "Er, I'm lost, and my car's almost out of gas and, uh, I need to find out how to get back to the nearest major highway. Can you help me?"
The girl responded in a sweet, friendly voice, "I'm so sorry you're lost. The gas station here closed a few years ago, but I can call Triple-A and they'll bring you some. Are you a member?" Eric just nodded dumbly. He continued to stare at her. She didn't seem to notice. Or maybe she did, and enjoyed it? She's so fucking incredible!
As the girl reached for the phone, her jacket spread open far enough that Eric could see part of one nipple, surrounded by the big, pink, puffy areola. Oh to be able to suck on THAT...
She had punched in a number, and was now presumably talking to someone, although Eric could not hear the other side of the conversation. She said that there was a man in her store who needed gas, could a AAA truck come out? Good. 90 minutes? Okay, thanks! She hung up the phone.
"Well, they're on their way. The guy said it would be 90 minutes. You can wait in here -- the store will be open for another hour. Okay?"
Eric just nodded again, then managed to thank her.
"No problem!" she responded sweetly, and giggled. Then she turned around, offering Eric a mind-blowing view of her sexy ass under those tight shorts, and started doing something with a stack of papers next to the cash register behind her.
Eric continued to stare at her for a moment. I can't believe this girl is here, thought Eric. She should be in L.A., making adult videos or a Web page or something. She'd be rich in a year.
He finally managed to tear his gaze off of her, and went to the rack of road maps. He found maps for the entire state, as well as Los Angeles and Riverside Counties, but nothing that would likely show him where he was or how to get out.
"Excuse me, miss?" She turned toward him, and the words died in his throat again.
"Yes?" She looked at him again with that easy-going, friendly manner.
"Uh, I need a map of the area, one that shows this town. Is there one here?"
"Nah, those maps suck. Here, what you need is down here..." She strode over to the counter next to him and bent down, rummaging through a shelf he couldn't see. What he could see, however, was spectacular: straight down through the opening in her jacket, between her hanging mountains of pleasure. They swayed slightly to and fro as she moved papers around on the shelf, then she straightened up. "Here we go!"
She spread a map on the counter in front of him. It was very old and beat-up, and had numbers and notes scribbled all over. She pointed to a spot on the map with a snaky line running through it.
"This is where we are," she said. "If you follow this road here, to this road here..." She traced a complicated route with one pink fingernail. Eric had a hard time following it, then grabbed a receipt from his pocket and a pen from the counter, and sketched the route she was showing him. It took several minutes for him to mark all the forks to be taken and avoided. She kept pointing out spots on his newly drawn map to mark, her lovely hand coming so tantalizingly close to his own. Eric could smell something too: something slightly sweet and very attractive. Did this girl even know what a powerful effect she was having on him?
When they were done, she folded her map up and put it back on the shelf below the counter. Then she turned back to him and leaned against the counter, her hands gripping the edge to either side of her. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"I, uh, no, thank you, you've been very helpful and uh, oh my god..."
While Eric talked, the girl had taken hold of his right hand and had gently slipped it through the opening of her jacket. His fingers sank into the wondrous flesh underneath. The girl smiled dreamily and closed her eyes.
"Wow, they feel incredible."
"Ngggghh" she breathed. "Play with them. Mmmmmmhhhh..." She crawled up onto the counter, bringing her chest closer to him.
Eric brought his other hand up, and unfastened the two bottom buttons of her jacket. Then he slowly spread it open.
"Oh my god..." he whispered.
Her boobs flopped out of the jacket and swung freely, hanging way down. Eric's hands went to either side of them, then slowly together, squeezing those flesh mountains slightly together. He swung them from side to side, watching mesmerized as they wiggled and jiggled. The girl sighed with pleasure, and her smile widened.
Eric worked his fingers into her boobs, kneading and squeezing them. He had never touched breasts so big before. He had imagined what it would be like as he looked at the pictures in magazines like SCORE, but the real thing was so much better. They were heavy and warm, and somehow soft yet firm at the same time. The flesh welled up between his splayed fingers as he pressed his hands into her chest. He twisted them, squeezed them, moved up and down and side to side. The owner of the magnificent cleavage just sat there on the counter, her legs folded underneath her. She moaned softly and rubbed his arms lightly with her fingertips.
"I could do this forever," Eric muttered. "They are so incredible."
The girl uttered a sigh of pure pleasure that came from way back in her throat. "Ngggghhhh... play with them. As much as you want."
Eric briefly stole a glance at the open door to the store. "Aren't you worried about someone coming in and seeing us?"
"This town is so dead," she breathed. "Nobody else will come in tonight, besides the AAA guy, and he's 90 minutes away. Mmmmmm, do that some more..."
Eric had taken hold of her erect nipples and was experimentally pulling on them. She seemed to really like this, so he pulled up on them, lifting her big flesh mountains underneath. "Is this okay?" he asked softly. "Can I do this?"
She giggled. "It feels wonderful. My body is yours, honey. Play with me..." She placed her hands over his and pressed them firmly against her chest, squeezing her boobs much more tightly then he would have dared. "Squeeze them, suck on them, eat them, eat me, ngggghhhhhh...." She rolled over on to her back, keeping his hands pressed into her boobs. "Suck me, eat me, fuck me..."
Eric's mind raced. Was she serious? She wanted him to do that to her, right there? What kind of girl was this? His throbbing cock ached as he continued to play with her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect, begging to be licked and sucked, and Eric was happy to oblige! He was far too horny now to start slow, so he devoured her breasts, munched on them hungrily, sucked as much flesh into his mouth as he could, molesting her nipples with his lips and tongue, grabbing them between his teeth and stretching them. The girl's body writhed and undulated beneath him, and her hands rubbed his back all over, then grabbed his shirt and roughly yanked it off, popping some buttons in the process. Then she pulled him down against her, pressing his chest against hers. Then her hands went to the back of his head and pulled it down toward her face. Outstretched tongues met, slid past each other. Lips pressed together in a hot, passionate french kiss.
This lasted for quite some time, until Eric noticed that his lover had managed to work his pants and underwear down, and was now stroking his rock-hard meat. He made a roaring sound like an animal and grabbed at her shorts, yanking them down her legs. Then his hands returned to her luscious breasts, twisting them and kneading them roughly as she continued to rub his cock with her hands, then rubbed it against her clit. He leaned down and buried his face in her breasts again, munching, chewing, sucking. He felt her guide his shaft between her moist pussy lips, and then his cock was engulfed in pure pleasure.
She was incredible. She could do things down there that he didn't even know was possible. His cock was being stroked and squeezed rhythmically while he pumped it in and out of her. She was able to clench and squeeze it in amazing ways. It was mind-blowing, and Eric did not want it to end! He held on to her boobs as he fucked her mercilessly. Her moans grew louder and longer, and her fingernails dug into his bare back.
Not too much later they were on the floor behind the counter, with Eric on his back and the girl on top, her long blonde hair flying wildly about her as she rode him like a bull rider and yelped with delight. This was also new to Eric; he had never had so much energy before! He would not have believed he could ever lift a girl up and down repeatedly with his hips like that. He was not exactly a body builder, but he felt like one now! Her big boobs flailed all about until his horny hands caught them and resumed their squeezing and fondling.
When Eric came, his ass lifted at least a foot off the floor, and the girl let out a wild shriek. So did Eric! No orgasm had ever felt so good before. It was like all the previous ones he'd ever had, all rolled into one great explosion of pleasure.
His butt settled back to the floor, and Eric panted as he looked up at the beautiful lady who sat astride him. He continued to massage her breasts as she moaned softly and stroked his chest.
A few minutes later she got up off of him, and helped him up. He could barely stand up, he was so sore down there! He had used muscles he didn't know he had, in ways he didn't think he'd be able to.
She just looked up at him, smiling.
"You are so incredible. Will you marry me?" Eric joked between deep breaths. His lover just giggled shyly, swinging her huge breasts and making him want to grab them again. Then it hit him.
"How long were we at it? When's the AAA guy due?"
She looked up at a clock on the wall. "Pretty soon. You have plenty of time to get cleaned up. Come on!" She took his hand and led him to the small bathroom in back of the store. To his surprise, she followed him inside.
"Sit here." She indicated the toilet, which had its cover lid down. Eric sat and watched the beautiful nymph take a large sponge and run it under the faucet for a moment. Then she brought it over to Eric, and began to sponge his crotch clean, massaging his aching cock at the same time. It felt wonderful. Her breasts swung about as she cleaned him, and to Eric's amazement his cock began to harden again! His lover giggled and continued to wipe it with the soapy sponge. Eric couldn't help reaching to her breasts again, giving them some encore stroking as well. When she was done, she bent down and kissed the tip of his now-hard cock, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to Eric's brain.
"If you won't marry me, can I kidnap you? I want to take you home with me!"
She chuckled and looked at him with her face blushing, but said nothing. She motioned him to get up, then handed him his shirt and pants (he hadn't noticed her carrying them in with her!). He got dressed while she watched (Eric found himself enjoying that), then they left the bathroom and returned to the counter, where she picked up her own clothes and pulled them back on. When she was done, she looked just like she did when he first laid eyes on her.
"Please, pretty please? Run away with me? Be my love slave for ever and ever?" Eric was joking of course. Or was he? He wasn't so sure now. He had this feeling that once he left here he would never see this beautiful girl again. That thought shot a wave of depression through him, and he quickly fought that off.
She just smiled sweetly at him. "You were wonderful, Eric. I'll never forget you."
Eric sighed. That sounded so final. But she was so beautiful. He could not think anything bad about her. He just hoped he could return soon for another visit, and she would remember him as fondly.
She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. He grabbed her and held her to him, driving his tongue deep into her mouth. They kissed and kissed, until a loud beeping sound broke up their reverie.
"Excuse me, I hate to break up you lovebirds, but I'm looking for someone who needs gas?" The tow truck driver stood just a few feet away with his arms folded, giving Eric a funny look.
Eric sighed again, and let go of his lover. "Yeah, that's me."
The two men went outside and took care of getting fuel in Eric's car. "That should get you to the nearest station on your map there," the man said after verifying the crudely sketched directions Eric had drawn. After getting Eric's AAA number, and politely declining an offer of a beer or something to eat, the man climbed back in his truck and roared off.
Eric turned back to face the store. She was just a dark silhouette in the window now, waving at him. He waved back, then reluctantly climbed in his car and started the engine. As the car idled, he gazed back at the store, feeling a longing to go back, stay the night, hell, stay for the rest of his life! But he had to be back at work the next day, and it was getting pretty late. With a final sigh, he shifted into "drive" and pulled out onto the town's lonely street.
It was not until he was a dozen or so miles away that he realized that he never even got her name.
As Eric's taillights receded into the night, the few lights in the town went out, leaving only the light of the nearly full moon to illuminate what happened next (though there was no one around to see it). The buildings and other objects that comprised the town began to shimmer and lose their solidity, and a wispy smoke rose from each. As the town faded, the smoke coalesced into a thin cloud that covered the entire area where the town had stood. Soon there was nothing left but a patch of desert, with a gravel road running through it. The cloud began to draw inward on itself while stretching vertically, until it was a thin column that reached far into the sky. Then the whole thing shot downward into the ground and was gone.
There was no doubt in Shiela's mind: she was lost! She had taken the wrong exit off of 395, and now she was stuck on this godforsaken stretch of road instead of the paved one she was expecting. Worse, her efforts to find her way back had utterly failed. The twists and turns and numerous forks had confused her. She need to find a town soon so she could ask direct---
A sign suddenly appeared up ahead, to the right of the road. An old wooden sign, with faded lettering and chunks of wood missing around the edges. It read:
What a goofy name for a town! she thought. But at this point it did not matter what it was called. Hopefully there would be a store there, or at least a phone. Feeling somewhat better now, she sped up and made quick time on that last mile to town.