Going to California

[juicygirl]

"Well, dammit, could you please give me those things before they get any dirtier. I have some stuff I can put on in a bag outside," I told the guy angrily, "so give me my clothes so I can go and change properly."

I was going to feel so nasty in those soaking clothes, but I needed them or I would be stuck here forever. The dork just kept staring though.

"Snap out of it!," I yelled.

 

[juicygirl]

Jeeze, he must have known as soon as he opened the door that I was there.

 

[sufi]

I' m staring at her!

"Yeah" I come to my senses.
"I am so sorry! Here, take this." I turned around to aford her some privacy. "You can't put that stuff on. You can cover up in this." I almost tore my soft chamois shirt off my back to give to her. It would cover her like a short dress. I handed it behind me and waited.

I really wanted to try to make up for bursting in on her and spoiling her stuff. What a jerk. Whatever I wanted with her was flying out the window. I had to do something...I turned again and she had buttoned only the button at her breast. She was covered alright, but only if she didn't move. She glanced down.

In my baggy shorts, I was pointing to the stands like Babe Ruth. My mind turned from my goof to my possibilities.

When she looked up, the whole world got quiet.

I stepped up to her and slowly slipped my hands thru the shirt and pulled her by the waist. She yeilds, closing her eyes, her arms out to the side, like an angel. I kiss her gently, then deeply, my hard-on pressing into her soft belly.

I could feel the heat rising in us, her breath pushes her tits against my chest. She hangs in the air radiating like a full moon in the summer sky.

hard-on.pdf

 

[juicygirl]

OOCC: You have got to stop controlling my actions. You have me barefoot and naked in there, which is certainly not something anyone would do in a VA rest stop. Shorts off sure, but no shoes, come on.We react to each other, you don't get to decide what happens according to your wishes. We react to each other. So here's your punishment.


Quickly coming to my senses, I push off him and kick him in the balls. I follow as quickly as I can with a double-handed chop to the back of his neck. I then grab my sopping shorts and start yelling "Rape, Rape!" as I run out of the restroom and into the rest area lobby. A good ol boy is just smiling as I yank on those nasty shorts and run for my bag.

Fortunately, my bag was still there. I made a run for the woods to change. Crap, I wish I still had my shoes.

 

[juicygirl]

I then slip into a very clingy yellow sundress and head back to the road. Finger out, I try to figure out how I am going to get new shoes. I hope someone comes soon . . .

 

[DRxBlue]

What a nice surprise!

ooc: Character Description

Name: Bill Rivers
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Age:55
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Hair: Dark Brown, Grey at the temples, a little thin on top, a little long in the back, makes a small ponytail when it's warm. Short, full beard, mostly Grey
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Occupation: Retired Musician, Teacher, now spends most of his time on the road painting landscapes across the country. Makes a fair living selling them, has a half million in the bank from record sales and concerts, but rarely touches it.
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Marital Status: Widower. Wife Jenny died 5 years ago, he's still in mourning and hasn't been involved with anyone since her death.
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::He's traveling just south of Princeton, West Virginia, real close to the border. Driving his Winnebago he calls "Billville". He's heading North on 77 toward Charleston when he see this real pretty girl in a yellow dress with her finger out on the side of the road.

He slows down, to pick her up.::

"Hop in pretty lady, where ya headin'?"

::She smiles a little and mumbles, "California", as she puts her pack beside the captain's chair. He gets back on the road and starts to chatter.::

"Well...that shouldn't be any problem. I was just gonna head up to Charleston, take 64 across all the way to Louisiville. That'll take you in the right direction.

Sixty four'll take y'all the way to St. Louis and from there..."

::He glances over to see that she is staring a little sadly at the road, her eyes glazing over.::

"Whoa...sorry there, missy. I don't get to talk much when I'm on the road, I guess my mouth starts a-runnin' away at times. You havin' kind of a bad day there, honey?"

::She shrugs, then nods slightly.::

"Well, you just leave the driving to old Bill. You wanta curl up on the bunk in the back, you go ahead.

"There's snacks, sodas, some beer and a bottle of wine in the cooler back there. You help yourself to anything you want.

"You just make yourself at home, darlin'. I'll come back and get ya when I stop for supper. Sound OK?"

::She still said nothing, smiled a little sadly and nodded. He smiled back warmly as she grabbed her pack and headed back into the roomy bus's interior.::

"The facilities all work, even on the road, if you want to freshen up a bit. Just pretend you're home OK?"

::He shook his head a little wistfully, then turned his full attention to the road.::

 

[juicygirl]

I head back to clean the rest of the goo from the bathroom off. Gosh I hope he's not a creep like that other guy.

 

[DRxBlue]

::Bill drives on, but as he glances in the rear view mirror he sees the girl pulling off a pair of shorts, from under her sundress. He notices that she's barefoot, then catches a flash of her shaved pussy. Blushing brightly he fixes his eyes firmly on the road, but a grin steals across his face. He begins to think.::

"We oughta make Charleston before it gets too late, I better take her to one of the malls on the outskirts and pick her up some shoes.

"Damn, she's pretty. If her hair were a dark brown she'd look a lot like my Jenny, back when we were in high school."

::Now his eyes misted slightly. He blinked furiously for a few moments to clear his vision. Checking the mirror again he saw that the girl had gone into the bathroom and he heard water running.::

"Sounds like she's washing up pretty good in there. Good thing I topped off the water tanks in Bluefield. I sure hope she starts feeling better."

::"Billville" ate up the miles, and Bill put on a light rock station. He turned it up when he heard "Led Zepplin". Then just watched the road.::

 

[juicygirl]

"Way down inside . . . " I laughed at the Led Zeppelin song -- that is just the way guys think. I start to rinse out my shorts in sink.

"Hey, do you think we could stop so I could get some shoes and a few other things before you let me off," I called out.

 

[DRxBlue]

::Just at the part of "Whole Lotta Love" that Bill liked the least, Robert Plant's long vocal jam, Bill heard the girl shout from the bathroom. he was glad for the distraction.::

"Hey, do you think we could stop so I could get some shoes and a few other things before you let me off." came from the back of the van.

Bill laughed, "What are you? A mind reader? We'll be pullin' into the outskirts of Charleston in just a few minutes, and that's just what I thought we should do!

"Say...you won't be able to go into any of the stores with no shoes. Damn. I HATE buying shoes for women!

"Sorry...it ain't your fault, but twice my Jenny sent me to get shoes for her, the two biggest tussles we ever had in our 31 years together."

He laughed again, "If you give me your shoe size, I'll go get you a pair of real simple sandals or maybe beach shoes, then you can come in yourself to pick something out. How's that sound?"

::Buildings were getting closer together now and he knew that there would be a mall of some sort within the next 10 miles. He was feeling pretty hungry too, it was after 5. "Billville" kept on moving.::

 

[juicygirl]

Okay just get some mules. If they are sized its probably a small or a . . .

Hey, is there anything nice in Charleston? I've never really made it out of red neck VA hun. Nothing wrong with working hard, but in those places there usually isn't much but titty bars and shitkickers.

I walk back to the front seat and sit beside Bill looking him over. Well at least he doesn't appear freaky. I wonder if he'll be my first time? Hmmm!!! Probably better than someone my own age.

Hey Bill, where are we going to sleep tonight?

 

[DRxBlue]

::Bill catches sight of the girl in his peripheral vision as she sits in the other front seat. He glances in the rear-view and sees some dainty items hanging over the sink in the tiny kitchen.

Spotting the short shorts he'd seen her slipping out of before, it occurred to him that she was probably bare under that pretty little yellow dress she wore. He felt for a moment as if someone were ironing his clothes while he was still wearing them.

He fastidiously stared at the road ahead, then got a thought.::

"First question first! I don't know about the city part of Charleston much. I always stick to the outskirts of civilization when i can.

"But I'm getting pretty hungry and I got an old friend who runs a supper club out about 35 miles from here.

"I've played at the nightclub section of the place for near 20 years now, and Jerry serves about the best barbecue beef I ever ate.

"It's just after 5 now, if you like we can stop at this mall...right ch'yeer."

::He pulled into the parking lot of a mini-mall with a dozen or so stores. He slowly cruised into the parking lot looking for a space for "Billville".::

"I don't s'poze there's a big wad of cash in that little grip you're carrying, so let's talk just a few minutes here and get aquainted."

::He pulled into a parking spot, shut off the engine, and spun his seat around to look the girl straight in the eyes. He didn't want his eyes to move much for fear he would lose his train of thought.::

"I'm Bill Rivers." he said extending his big hand,
"Unless you read the fine print on the back of a lotta country music records you probly never heard of me, but that's not important.

"I've spent a lotta time out on the road, chasin' my dreams and I been real lucky in findin' a lot of 'em.

"There's plenty of times people have helped me out for no other reason than that they're good people, and they wished me luck. Sometimes since I been successful, I meet up with one o'these folks and I'll ask if there's anything I can do to repay the kindness they showed me.

"Every one of 'em comes back with the same answer... 'Pass It On' they say.

"Now I spend most o'my time alone since my Jenny died 5 years ago, but sometimes I like a little company.

"I think I'd like yours, if your amiable to the idea, and I want you to know that I'm not like most of the folks you'll meet out there.

"I'm sittin' OK with the bank right now, and what I'm askin' here is strictly from the point of view of the 'pass it on' philosophy.

"If you like, I'd like to take you shoppin' for some clothes and stuff you'll need for the road, then take you to supper at my buddy Jerry's place.

"As to your other question, 'bout where we sleep tonight. If you look in the back you'll see that there's bunk beds.

"The upper one's full o'my paintings right now, but i'll clean it out.

"So if it's OK with you we could sleep right in here. Bein' a good deal older, I get the bottom bunk, I'm a little creaky on that stupid little ladder.

"There's trailer connections behind Jerry's place, so we'll have hot & cold water, electricity, even laundry by 9 o'clock tonight.

"I'm not gonna, like... expect nothin' for payment, i want you to know.

"I seen you were havin' a rough day and if I can put a smile on that pretty face, that'd be the best reward i could get. It'd mean a lot to me. I mean it.

"There's only one string attached...if you take this offer you'd have to swear that you'd try to someday 'pass it on'. How's that sound to ya?"

 

[juicygirl]

-- I am sorry if I seemed a little brusque, and I will stop that right away.

-- My names Yasmina and I could really use some new shoes and some panties to so if you could help me out that would be great.

-- I also really love messy barbeque, so that sounds great.

-- So if I could just give you a hug and a kiss and forget about the earlier part of the day that would be great.

Yasmina hugs and kisses Bill.

-- By the way, I love the place.

 

[DRxBlue]

Blushing brightly, Bill chuckles.

"Shoot...Yasmina? That's real nice!"

Scratching his head he gets up and opens the door to "Billville" and steps down onto the blacktop in the parking lot. He reaches up a hand to help Yasmina down.

"Hey, by the way, don't you worry about bein' bummed out earlier. This world can be a mighty unhappy place, and a purty girl like you, all alone, can attract a lotta creepy kinda attention.

"C'mon...there's a shoe store just over there, I'll step in and pick y'up some o'them 'mules' you call'em?

"Then we can head to the department store for a real outfit."

Just as he said, he came back with the slipper like footwear, in a shade of yellow that actually went with her dress.

The two of them headed to the department store and straight to the lady's clothing section.

"Tell you what Yasminny, you pick out anything your heart desires. I'll be right back after I stop at that bank teller machine over there, OK?

"Uhhh... could you keep it under $300, though? I gotta have enough left for dinner and the campsite, all right?"

 

[Paendragon]

Jason Duree

He sat at a corner table finishing his pulled pork, and beer. The food was pretty decent, plus the owner -Jerry?- said he had a room out back for him to rent for the night. Not a bad rate either.

Jason had been heading west to start over. His last relationship had ended just about as badly as one could, and he figured it was just about time for him to get the hell outta Dodge. he had packed what he needed, and hopped on his Harley, with nothing but some cash and an ATM card. he had no idea where the hell he was going, and didn't care.

He was just looking forward to the travelling. He rasied his hand, and the cute little waitress brought him another beer. Some local brew. Pretty tasty. She smiled down at him, a little more friendly than was normal, and he smiled back. He couldn't understand what women saw in him. He was average looking, rugged. Nothing like those pretty boys most women went week in the knees for. His ex had called him 'manly' whatever the hell that means.

He shrugged to himself, took a long sip from his beer, and leaned back, wondering what the night would bring.

 

[juicygirl]

oocc: Contact me okay. I am not sure there is an opening right now. I am waiting on at least one girl and then there might be an opening. Anyway, contact me.

 

[superlittlegirl]

New Character: Hannah

Hannah is 24, with a quick smile and sad eyes. She's about 5'4", with olive skin and dark brown, almost black hair. It's wild and curly and she usually keeps it tied back. She has gorgeous bone structure-- you can see the delicacy of her frame in her wrists and collarbones. She is wearing a pair of snug, faded levis and an old, blue, washed-thin t-shirt that says "Superior, Wisconsin" over the left breast. She's wearing flip-flops and her toenails are painted bright red-- the same color that's on her short fingernails. She's traveling, but she's traveling light. She knows that nothing she had in this god-forsaken place will do her any good where she's going, so she's just leaving it behind to start anew. She has a few changes of clothes in her rucksack, and other assorted essentials, but no sentimental bullshit.

She's leaving town because she's tired of her situation. She can't live with her boyfriend anymore. He's simply not interested in "them" anymore, so she has decided to make it easy for both of them. And she's been working at the same dive of a strip club for way too long. His disinterest and her need to just get the hell outta Dodge combined to motivate her to come up with The Plan. What is The Plan? The Plan is to go to San Fransisco, to trapeze school. She has dreamed of being a trapeze artist for ages, and it seems like it could be that thing she's been looking for. The thing to make her happy.

She's been stashing away tips from 'The Sassy Cat' for a couple of months, ever since she came up with The Plan. She's got a pretty fat wad of cash in her bag. Her old Datsun pickup is sorta clean (for a new start), she has a full tank of gas, and she even got a new bumpersticker to celebrate her journey, and her freedom. The bumpersticker reads "Wild Women Don't Get The Blues".

She's been on the road for about an hour and a half, and the sadness she felt over leaving is beginning to give way to giddiness and euphoria. She unties her hair and lets it shake loose to whip around in the wind. She's listening to Liz Phair and singing out loud everytime the lyrics have the word "fuck" in them. And then the sun is setting, and the sky is so pretty with the clouds all on fire, that she just has to pull over to be still and watch. When the last reds fade to purple and then to dull grey, she tries to start the truck.

Nothing.

"Oh, fuck."

She tries again.

"Oh, double fuck."

 

[superlittlegirl]

IC:
::Hannah leans her head on the steering wheel and lets herself cry good and hard, to get the frustration out. When she's done, she feels much better, and gets out to inspect the truck. Since no one's around, she feels free to talk aloud to herself-- it's reassuring to hear someone's voice at a time like this.::

"Okay, first I need to check the battery terminals. Hmm, they're snug, and there's no gunk on 'em. Water level is okay, but I kind of know it's not that because the damn thing won't even turn over. If I knew anything about trucks, I'd say it's the starter or the alternator, but I don't, so I'll leave that to the experts."

::She slams the hood shut and wipes her hands off with her truck rag. She gets in and tries the ignition one more time. Nothing.::

"Well, I know that if I let a mechanic look at this, he'll take every dime I've got and I'll be fuckin' stuck here. This old heap will never pass California's emissions standards anyway. I may as well keep moving forward, because I'll be damned if I'm going back. I guess I'll stick out my thumb. . . . ."

::Hannah reaches over and begins to rearrange her things. When she's organized to her satisfaction, she hoists the rucksack onto her right shoulder and climbs out. She leaves the keys in the ignition, the window down, and the door unlocked. She digs into the front pocket of the rucksack and pulls out a tube of lipstick. She removes the top, applies some to her lips, and then she scrawls a message on the windshield. It reads, "I'm a good little truck, but Mama's goin' to California. Will you take care of me?"::

::She slings her rucksack onto the hood and hops up beside it to sit. No use walking down the road when that's the way she's going anyway.::

"I hope someone comes along before it gets too dark. . . ."

 

[DRxBlue]

Yasmina had a pale green sundress under one arm and a pair of strappy sandals in her grasp when Bill caught up with her. She was going through a counter full of lacy thong panties. She picked out a pair in light green to go with the sundress then started to head for the check outi

"Whoa there, missy. You sure that's all you want? You really oughta pick out at least one more dress. They always have a good band at Jerry's place. Heh heh, I oughta know, I used play there all the time.

"As long as you're gonna be along, I kinda thought maybe you wouldn't mind joining me for just a little whirl on the dance floor. It's been a long time, but Jenny and I usta step out purty regular."

He turned away a bit to wipe his nose brusquely, then turned back to say, "Pick out a pair of dancing shoes and a little party dress couldja? If you wouldn't mind."

Yasmina smiled and handed him the packages she'd been holding. Wordlessly she tipped her head to signal him to follow.

She went to the racks of dresses and picked out a deep red dress. She went to the changing room and came back wearing it. The top clung to her making it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra, nor did she need to.

The shoulders were cut low like a peasant blouse with a thin edging of white lace shot through with red ribbon. The skirt was slightly ruffled like a square dancing costume with wider white lace and red ribbon trimming the bottom.

The color seemed to make her hair blaze like fluid fire. She picked up a pair of red shoes with ankle straps and sturdy but graceful 3½" heels.

Kicking off her new mules she put on the heels and as she spun around to make the skirt flare out Bill caught a glimpse of her bottom and realized that it was bare!

He turned nearly purple, his heart thudded in his chest, but his face split into a jaw cracking grin.

Yasmina smiled wickedly, "Does this look all right?" not even expecting an answer.

They went back to the underwear counter for 3 more pairs of the lacy thongs including a pair which was just the right shade of red.

At Bill's insistence they picked up one more casual dress, charcoal gray, nearly black. It was cut low in the front with short sleeves and a zipper up the back which scooped down to below the shoulder blades.

Just before they got to the check out, Yasmina pulled a long string of faux pearls from a display and added them to the pile.

They left the store almost skipping like school kids. Yasmina had decided to wear the red dress. They piled everything into "Billville" and headed west crossing to county roads north of Charleston proper.

It was getting dark and they were within 10 miles of Jerry's when Yasmina cried out.

"Bill! Wait! There's somebody out there on the side of the road."

He stopped the van and pulled back to see a beautiful darkhaired waif sitting on the hood of a beat-up Datsun pickup.

Bill and Yasmina got out to see what they could do. As the two girls talked Bill poked under the hood. When he joined them again he was shaking his head.

"Gee, little lady. I'm afraid she's a goner. Looks like mebbe a piston seized and your starter fried the instant you turned the key. Can we give you a lift someplace."

Yasmina piped up, "Bill! This is Hannah. She's going to California same as me. Couldn't she come along with us?"

Bill blinked, then broke out in a milewide smile.

"Are you kidding? Hannah, I'd be happy to help you out while I can. Old Jerry's gonna BUST when he sees me a-walking in with the two of YOU!

"I hope you like barbecue beef, honey. 'Course that's not all they sell...what I mean is, would you do us the honor of joining us for dinner?"

The two girls linked arms with him on either side and as they returned to "Billville", Bill began to hum "We're Off to see the Wizard".

They were all laughing and singing by the time they got to the road.

 

[superlittlegirl]

I'm smiling ear to ear as I walk with Yasmina and Bill to the RV. She seems so sweet, and he seems really nice too. I hope they aren't axe murderers or anything. . . .

I glance sidelong at the red-haired pixie, and decide that she's way too cute to be into things like serial killing, but I bet she's just naughty enough to have a couple of tricks up her sleeve. I wonder if those two are together? He seems like he's probably old enough to be her dad, but she sure doesn't look at him like he's her daddy. I wonder what their arrangement is?

The inside of the RV is a whole lot more comfortable than the seats of the Datsun-- no rips in the vinyl or springs poking out like I'm used to. I hope this ride doesn't spoil me for the rest of the trip. I have a funny feeling that it's going to, though.

I'm looking forward to dinner, but I feel a little awkward because I'm wearing my traveling clothes and those two are all dressed up and presentable. I hope they aren't ashamed of walking into a restaurant with me looking the way I'm looking. Maybe I can wash my face and drag a brush through my hair before we get there. Damn, I'm hungry!

 

[superlittlegirl]

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[juicygirl]

"Hi Hannah, you look worn out can I show you where to freshen up a little?" I ask.

"Billville certainly has all the amenities," I continue.

"If you want to wear something of mine, you are welcome, though I really don't have very much."

I show Hannah back to the bathroom and wait to see if she needs anything else.

I hope we can go all the way to California together, I think to myself.

 

[superlittlegirl]

The tiny bathroom in the RV is surprisingly space efficient, and pleasant. I know we'll be there soon, so I nix the idea of a shower and opt for a once-over with the washcloth instead. I get all the important parts nice and clean, wash my face, and smooth my curls down as much as I can. I start to put my jeans and tee-shirt back on, but realize I have to pee first.

I sit down on the toilet and breathe a deep sigh of relief as I pee. I didn't even realize how badly I had to go. I reach over for some toilet paper, and the roll is bare, except for one tiny unusable shred of paper. Damnit!

Then I get an idea. I call out, "Yasmina! I need your help. There's no TP. can you grab me some?"

I put on my biggest smile for her as she opens the door. She sees me sitting there, elbows on knees, just grinning. She smiles back.

 

[juicygirl]

I walk in to see Hannah with the sweetest smile on her face. I can't help but smile and blush a little. As I try to hand her the tp I drop it and bend over to pick it up. I hand it to her and ask

'Um do you need anything else sweety?"

"Um . . . "

 

[superlittlegirl]

I reach out to take the roll of TP and she doesn't let go right away. Our fingers brush each other and I feel a jolt of recognition run up my arm. I mean, I knew that I was attracted to her when I first saw her, and sure I was a little bold in calling her in here with me stark naked, but. . .

It's been so long since I've touched a pretty girl in any context that even a brush of the fingers feels like a shock. I know what I want, but I wasn't prepared for how new this feels. I want to reach my other hand around the back of her neck and kiss her, but I barely know her, and I'm sitting naked on the toilet for god's sake. But she's looking at me like she expects me to do something. . . .