When I hooked my thumb out and hitched a ride, I never thought any of this would happen.
I’ve always been slight and petite, never able to grow a beard and never able to put on muscle. This isn’t the first time I’ve been mistaken for a woman, but it’s definitely the first time I haven’t corrected someone.
Something about the way that he looks at me sets off a fire in me. The thrill of the open road. The roar of the engine. The pulsing urges of the man behind the wheel all spur me dangerously on, maybe to my doom.
Because he doesn’t just want a pretty young woman to sit beside him, he wants so much more than that. He wants me to be someone I’ve never been before. He wants me in every possible way that a man can want.
And god I can’t even help myself anymore. My body aches to be every bit the woman he wants me to be. It makes me bend over the seat and tempt him. It makes me push my limits, pushing through to a level that I’ve never truly experienced before.
He thinks that I’m something I’m not, so I have to keep him from finding out. I’ve gone too far to turn back now and he’s eager for more than I ever thought I would give.
If I want to keep my secret I’m going to have to make this a ride to remember.
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He thought I was beautiful.
“You can’t help it,” I told him, “It’s natural. I mean guys… They get hard.”
“I suppose,” he muses, then turns to look at me as we race down the highway and my heart races in my chest, “I suppose someone as beautiful as you is more than used to the natural reactions of men. You are quite the muse. You certainly have inspired a… strong reaction in me.”
I’ve been hit on by men before, but only from behind. In a bar when they sidle up on me and offer to buy me a drink and second guess when they realize who I am. I know my figure. I know that it shouldn’t last.
But dammit I want it to at him.
And I’m wet. My clothes are clinging to my body. I am shivering not out of fear or out of a chill but out of anticipation of what he wants from me.
Because I know it, believe that I do. I know what his heart is hoping for and I, for the first time in my life, want to give it to him.
It’s been so long since I’ve had someone want me that I forgot how powerful it could feel. And I couldn’t ask for a better man to crave me.
My body moves forward, bending to him as I crawl across the space between us.
“So beautiful,” he compliments me as I move in a daze, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen someone quite like you.”
My jaw shakes, shuddering as I come close to kissing him but the moment is so intimate that I feel the ripple of it run through me and it compels me on to something and somewhere I never thought I would be. Bending at my waist and snapping my seatbelt loose as I double over the console and reach my hands towards that bulge I felt in brief before.
Big. Thick. Hard.
All of it for me and all of it throbbing with anticipation as my fingers tremble and play with his zipper, struggle with his belt, push at the fabric with desperation.