Hitching A Ride

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 12,000
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Recent divorcée Clarissa has decided to take her sizable divorce settlement and show herself a good time in Las Vegas. On her way to Vegas she comes across a sexy hitchhiker. She decides to throw caution to the wind and give him a ride. However, riding with Clarissa isn't free. She doesn't want money, but she does want payment...

Hitching A Ride
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Hitching A Ride

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 12,000
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Chapter 1

~ Thursday ~

Clarissa's fingertips stroked the length of the sexiest thing she had ever had the pleasure of touching - the hood of a brand new pearl white Lamborghini Gallardo - and it was all hers! All thanks to her cheating overpaid attorney ex-husband, Roger and the great state of New York.

It goes to show that sometimes it doesn't matter how suave you are in the courtroom; if your wife has photos of you fucking your secretary in the office after hours, you can consider yourself seriously screwed. That little slip-up cost Roger not only his younger trophy wife, but also 3.6 million dollars - give or take a few cents - in marital assets. But hey, he got himself a middle-aged, less than average looking, secretary from New Jersey in exchange. Clarissa wished him the best of luck with that. She was simply happy to finally be free of him.

Opening the door, she slipped behind the wheel and smiled. Everything about the car screamed sex. And after just getting out of a marriage that had been completely barren of it for the past two years, sex was exactly what she needed. Sex and excitement. She'd been the obedient housewife for way too long.

She had decided a little road trip with her new toy to Las Vegas was just what she needed. She had no idea how long the drive would take and didn't care really; she just knew she needed to get away from her life in New York City, at least for a little while.

Most would argue that driving across country in a Lamborghini Gallardo wasn't the most practical of ideas that she'd ever come up with. Low fuel mileage and virtually no storage space for luggage were just two of the disadvantages, but she didn't care about those things. She had an overnight bag of clothes with her and money wasn't an issue.

She tapped the coordinates into her GPS, destination the Luxor hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. She didn't bother making reservations; her father was well known at that casino so she was confident they would find her a room when she arrived. The GPS informed her that it was a non-stop forty hour drive, equalling approximately 2600 miles. That would give her enough time to enjoy her new toy and perhaps get her head clear before spending a week or two enjoying the exciting Las Vegas sites and attractions.

She switched on the engine and smiled as it roared into life - such a beautiful machine and such a beautiful sound. She shifted it into gear and sped off in search of whatever pleasures life had to offer her.


~ Friday ~

Clarissa's eyelids fluttered open and she stretched her naked body out on the hard double bed on which she had spent the night sleeping. She had gotten as far as Youngstown, Ohio the previous evening. She had found herself a Best Western not too far off the interstate exit and decided to retire there for the night. She didn't think that was a bad start for the first leg of the trip.

Getting out of bed, she wandered over to the window and looked out. The day was beautiful, not a cloud to be seen with the sun shining brightly, begging people to come outside and enjoy its warmth. She spotted her car immediately, not just because she knew where she’d parked it, but because the rest of the parking lot was filled with family vehicles such as minivans or compact cars. Her Lamborghini stuck out and she loved that it did.

Wandering into the bathroom she turned on the shower and hopped in. She was hoping for a nice, relaxing warm shower before she went to breakfast and continued on her way. That wasn't what she got. Instead, she had a choice between two extremes: scalding hot, or freezing cold water. There was nothing relaxing about either of those options, so the long relaxing shower she was hoping for became a quick test of her endurance of both temperature opposites.

Having finished the shower, in a record three minutes, she slipped into a pair of faded jeans and tight white tank top. The top clung to her large breasts, the neckline dipping low between them. Looking at her image in the mirror she applied some nude colored lipstick and mascara, making her dark brown eyes appear even larger and more seductive, than they were already. No sense overdoing it when she would be sitting in a car for most of the day. Satisfied with her appearance, she grabbed her overnight bag, which was actually a simple backpack and exited the hotel room, leaving the room key locked inside.

Five minutes later, Clarissa was pulling into a little roadside diner named Momma and Poppa's Best, which boasted having the greatest scrambled eggs in the state. She'd be the judge of that. As she reached for the handle of the restaurant door, this swung open, nearly crashing into her. Clarissa stumbled backwards and out of the way, just in the nick of time.

"Shit, sorry about that," A deep, masculine voice said.

Clarissa lifted her eyes to look at the person who had nearly sent her falling on her ass. She scanned his strong, muscular thighs snugly covered with ripped, well-worn blue denim. She didn't mean to, but her gaze hesitated at his crotch, the outline of his cock strained against the fabric containing it.

She felt a stirring in her stomach and a heat begin to simmer between her legs, imagining how long and thick it would be erect. And how good it would feel thrusting into her. Clarissa shook her head to clear her mind of the thoughts it was entertaining. Damn, it has been way too long since I've been given a good fucking, she mused.

The upper half of his body was just as spectacular as the lower. A well-worn plaid flannel shirt, with a green t-shirt underneath covered a lean, defined torso and broad shoulders. His hair was dark blonde, unruly, and falling halfway down his neck. When her eyes finished their examination she found his blue eyes, bright with amusement, watching her. Apparently he had not missed her blatant full body assessment.

Regaining her composure she nodded. "Don't worry about it."

Slinging a green army-type bag over one shoulder he brushed past her, his shoulder rubbing against her breasts, causing her nipples to tighten from the sudden stimulation. She watched his hot, tight ass as he walked across the small parking lot and start - on foot - down the highway. Seeming to feel her eyes on him, he looked over his shoulder, caught her gaze and gave her a wink.

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