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"Hooked On a Feeling" (Part 2 of 4) by Ray1031 (MF, Cons, Rom)

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Hooked on a Feeling (Part 3 of 4)  by Ray1031  (MF, Cons, Rom)


The old van was trying to run apeshit and I found myself lightly riding the
brake down I-eighty as we drove down the mountains towards Salt Lake City in
Utah. It was snowing heavily and I was fiddling with the radio dial as I
drove, trying to find a station that would last more than fifteen minutes in
these mountains. I was about to give up when one suddenly came in strong and
clear, advertising Prell shampoo, 'So thick ... So Rich ... Drop a pearl in
Prell and watch it float to the bottom'.

"Yeah right!! I needed music or something to help me stay awake, and I get
commercials," I muttered to myself. Trying not to talk too loudly and awaken
Michelle sleeping in the back. I had picked her up hitchhiking in Wyoming,
actually the second time I'd seen her on this trip, and she'd been so
exhausted she'd crawled into the back to sleep as soon as we were on the
road. After the hours I'd been driving, I was the one who was exhausted now.

The commercial ended and the station identified itself as Salt Lake City's
home of Rock and Roll. Good! Maybe it would last a while. Soon the mellow
tones of B.J. Thomas and "Hooked on a Feeling" were filling the van as I
drove. It must have been the fifteenth time I'd heard that song in the last
two days, but it was in the top ten and it 'was' music.

"I-I-I-I'm finally believin' .... This song is deceivin' .... It's just
fuckin' with me!" I softly sang, twisting the lyrics of the to relieve the
tension of driving through the falling snow.

The curtain I'd put up behind the driver's seats, separating the van into a
front and back section, parted and Michelle stuck her head through the gap.

"G'Morning," she said. "It's getting too cold back here to sleep."

"Sorry, I guess I should have opened the curtains when the weather changed,
but the heater in this old thing is having trouble just keeping the front
seats warm and the windows clear."

She slid to her knees between the seat and closed the curtains behind her as
she peered out the windshield. The van was buffeted by a stray wind gust and
she placed one hand on my thigh asking, "Can you see all right? All I see is
swirling snow."

"I can see, mostly. Look to the right a bit and down, you can make out the
ridge of the road edge through the snow. There's that, an occasional cliff
face and other things like signs and road markers that let me know I'm
staying where I belong on the road." I looked at her and smiled as I placed
a hand over hers on my leg. "You'll find a box in front of the passenger's
seat with a thermos of coffee in it. Could you fill my travel mug for me?
You can use the thermos cup if you like, it's clean, though you'll have to
drink it black. The last place I filled it was out of cream and sugar
packets."

"Black is fine, though I'm more hungry that thirsty right now."

"It'll help warm you a bit, at least, bring the blanket forward if you get
chilly."

"Only if you'll get in it with me," she quipped as she slid into the
passenger's seat and leaned forward to examine the box.

"After we stop, maybe. There's a bag of cookies, a couple of Slim Jims and a
tub of Cottage Cheese in that box, oh and some pepper packets, as well as
the coffee. Might be a Cola left too, but it will be warm. If you want the
cottage cheese, there's a box of plastic forks."

"Cookies sound good. Where are we? How long has the weather been bad?"

She handed me my travel mug and I took a sip of the still hot coffee. "Oh,
thank god! I didn't put that box so far away originally, but it slid over in
a curve a ways back and never came into reach again. The weather changed
almost as soon as we got past the big ridge back in Wyoming. It's the
highest pass on the road west, and is kind of a dividing line in the eastern
Rockies. It's a natural weather divider as well; this time of year it holds
much of the nastier weather on the western faces. Once I was through the
pass, the weather got nasty and has been getting nastier with every mile
since. That was close to two hour ago, and for the last hour I've been doing
only thirty-five miles an hour."

"So why didn't you stop, or at least wake me, I could have kept you
company."

"Can't stop yet." I said, looking across at her then quickly back to the
road ahead. "Radio reception has been sporadic, but every time I found a
station they were talking about the closing of an exit and all highway
access for someplace we'd just passed. I was too afraid if we left the
highway we wouldn't be allowed back on. We'd be stuck until the storm passed
and they cleared the roads again. Once we reach the lower portions, around
Salt Lake City, we should be fine though."

"So where are we exactly?"

"Don't know if it will mean anything to you, but we should be coming up an a
highway split any time now. Interstate Eighty will turn south and
Eighty-Four will go north. Once past that, we drive a winding route for
another fifty or sixty miles descending into Salt Lake. Beyond that, is the
lake itself and the Salt Flats. A long, straight, level run to just this
side of the Nevada Border. I Figure another hour and a half to Salt Lake.
We'll gas up and get something to eat there before pushing on again."

"Any chance we'll have time for a little sex in Salt Lake? I woke up horny,
too."

"Maybe, what did you have in mind?"

"I wish we had time to get a room with a bed. After what we've already done,
I'd love to see what you are capable of with a comfortable bed and no reason
to hurry. Realistically, we can get twenty or thirty minutes of rough and
tumble in the back of your van"

"When do you have to be in California, Michelle?"

"Before midnight, tomorrow."

"Little over a day and a half then. Sorry, no time for a room. If we split
the driving and run straight through, we can probably make it in fifteen or
sixteen hours. If we stop to play a couple of times, add a few more."

"Sorry, but I can't drive. That's why I'm hitchhiking, no license. I grew up
in Pittsburgh, the city proper and never needed a license."

"The trip will take a few hours longer then if I am doing all of the
driving. Even with a constant coffee intake, I can only drive safely for so
long, then I need a quick nap to recharge. The problem I have is that
without a proper sleep, each recharge gives me less time than the last one.
I can't drive quite as far before running out of energy again. My nap the
first time we met only lasted about ninety minutes, then a bunch of loud
kids parked next to me and woke me up. I caught another hour or so parked
behind a gas station before I met you again at Waverly. Attendant said I
could sleep for a few hours, then they changed shifts and he didn't tell his
replacement I was there. A cop knocked on my window. I wasn't in trouble,
but I was asked to move on. I've been up for over two full days now with
only about three hours sleep. Most of it driving time and I'm starting to
run out of energy again."

"I'm sorry, is there anything I can do?"

"No, and I'm really just thinking out loud right now. When I get too tired
my mind can distract itself so I talk through a problem to concentrate on it
more."

The old van rounded a curve in the mountain face and a gust of wind buffeted
it suddenly from the side - we changed lanes and I gently adjusted the wheel
so we moved back into the center of the road.

"That was fun!" she said with a frown, her face seeming to pucker in the
reflected glow of the headlights off the swirling snow around us. "Are you
sure we're all right?"

"We are fine Michelle, relax, enjoy your coffee." I saw something through
the snow ahead, a deeper darkness beyond the edge of the road. "Street
sign," I announced, pointing for a moment. Then we were close enough for the
headlights to illuminate it through the falling snow. "That's what I was
looking for. The highway division is only a mile ahead and it looks like the
snow it letting up a bit. We may get to Salt Lake sooner than I thought."

"You're sure something will be open in Salt Lake City? Isn't that a big
religious community? I mean, what time is it?"

"It's going on four AM now, but Salt Lake is a city, just like any other.
I've driven this route a couple of times before, and the truck stops are
always open. They have twenty-four hour markets and restaurants as well,
Denny's and McDonalds and such."

"So, what are the plans after the truck stop?"

"Once we get there, I plan to gas up my piggie here," I said slapping the
steering wheel. "Then get myself something to eat. After that," and I added
a leering tone to my voice. "I'll think about food and coffee."

"Promises, promises ... smart-ass."

"You're the one who's already made the promise and the offer. I'm just
letting you know I plan to accept once we get off the road." She stuck her
tongue out at me in the dimness. "But to answer your question; I think I'll
last long enough to reach the rest area on the far side of the Salt Flats,
near the Nevada Border. If not, I'll at least make it to the one in the
middle of the flats. A two or three hour nap before moving on again and I'll
be good to go. From the radio reports I've heard, the only snow falling is
what we are passing through now, a dip in the jet streams or something.
Further west in Nevada and California things are warmer and it's all rain.
Find out when we get there. To be safe though, while we are at the truck
stop, I plan to buy a set of tire chains for this thing."

"I may have to stop one last time, somewhere around Reno, in Nevada, for a
last nap before the final run into California. Reno is about forty-five
hundred feet in elevation and there is a last Hog-back set of ridges to
cross in California near seven or eight thousand feet. From there, it's all
downhill to the ocean. Figure twenty-one or two more hours with one nap, and
twenty four or five with two. But we'll get there sometime tomorrow night
with plenty of grace time on your schedule."

"Sounds good, though I wish it could be quicker, just to get it over. What
happens if the van breaks down? It is kind of old."

"It won't break down."


We chatted for a few minutes longer and Michelle said she was getting
chilled from the old vinyl seats. Dropping to her knees between the seats
she stuck her head and shoulder through the curtain and began dragging her
duffel from under the first rear seat, where we'd put it. I heard the clip
hook coming free and knew she was opening it for other clothing.

She was still dressed in the mini-skirt and too small sweater she'd donned
after our shower back in Waverly, Wyoming. The sweater really wasn't too
small, it was the way it was designed. Tight across the shoulders and upper
chest, a single button held it closed just above the breasts. From there, it
'veed' open down the front of her until it's hem barely came past her sides.
It covered her adequately enough, for modesty's sake, and though it seemed
to always hint at possible accidents and exposure, the only thing you ever
really saw was the flat expanse of her trim stomach. Now though, it was her
butt and the bottom edge of her bikini panties that I was seeing. As it
wiggled in the air beside me and that short skirt rode high. I reached out
with my hand.

"Oh, Hey! What are you doing out there?" I had flipped up her small skirt
and was gently running my hand over her tight cheeks as my ring and middle
fingers slid down the tightly stretched material between them, to the thick
rising ridge of her pussy below.

"Whatever do you mean? I'm simply driving the van and resting my hand on
this new arm rest between the seats." I rubbed a little more firmly and
continued, "Damn nice material too. Feels kind of firm, yet silky."

"Yeah, well no fair! You shouldn't be examining the upholstery unless I can
too. Now let me up." I removed my hand and returned it to the wheel as I
heard the snap hook click once more and she pulled herself from the back and
slipped her arms into a heavier sweater.

The weather really was clearing. The snow had almost completely stopped
falling and the snow on the ground was becoming less and less the further
down the mountain we traveled. Slowly, as we progressed I had been
increasing speed once again and was almost back to full cruising speed by
this time. I had revised my estimates to only another forty minutes of
travel before we stopped.

This side of the curtain and still on her knees, Michelle reached for me.
Her right hand went under my left arm and behind my shoulder as her left
pulled my head sideways and she leaned into me for a kiss, partly trapping
my right arm. I quickly curled my right arm under and around her, reaching
for the back of her head and shifting it slightly, while holding her curly
hair down with my fingers. At least I could see the road again as I slowed
the van a bit while the kiss continued.

She held that position for almost three minutes as we hungrily kissed one
another and silently made our promises for later. Finally though, she pulled
back and rested her head against my shoulder. That only lasted a moment
though as she pulled her head away and brought her fingers to my neck.

"Someone has a love bite."

"What? A Hickey? Damn! Well, we were both a little carried away after our
shower. There's only the one I hope. What about the other side?"

She leaned across in front of me, keeping her head lower this time as she
took my chin in her hand and moved my head this way and that examining the
rest of my neck. "Nope, No more. Only the one on the right side, and it's
not that big. I never asked, I hope there's not a Mrs. Devlin or a jealous
girlfriend who's going to see that."

"No. No wife and my last girlfriend is definitely a thing of the past." I
was thinking about those shots in the ass I'd gotten as I spoke.

"I'm sorry, rocky relationship?"

"Naw, not really. It was very casual really, but something happened and I
left her." I wasn't about to tell her about the dose of clap my ex had given
me. Besides, it had been treated and cured. "You have a love mark of your
own - left side, looks far enough back that a blouse with a collar it will
cover it. Gonna make trouble for you with someone?"

"No one in my life at the moment, though you could become a habit if the
situation didn't make it so temporary."

"Maybe we should exchange addresses before we part. If we're both going to
be in California, maybe we could get together once in a while."

"Maybe." but her tone of voice didn't make the proposition seem likely.


At the truck stop, I filled the tank and added a quart of oil to the engine.
We drove among the big diesels to park and crawled into the back, leaving
the engine and heater running while we made love, slow and gentle this time
with both of us promising no more love bites. She asked that I don't come
inside her this time since she'd run out of birth control pills and was now
concerned with thoughts of unwanted pregnancies. I pulled my bandana from my
pocket and took it to bed with us.

The action and build up was slow and the outcome seemed equally gratifying
when we were finished. Her silky folds were so moist and hot that I quickly
shrank again once exposed to the cold air in the van. She seemed to be
practically purring as she poked and prodded me onto my stomach when we
finished. I was drained, totally, completely ... I had no energy left as I
followed her wishes and she straddled my hips. She began giving me a massage
then and it felt so good, so relaxing. The tightness in my muscles and back
from all my hours of driving began to slip away ... with it went my
consciousness.


There was daylight beyond the curtains covering the van's windows when next
I opened my eyes. I looked at my watch, almost four hours had passed while I
slept. I was still naked, but the blanket covered me and the van was still
running, keeping the air heated, so I wasn't cold. Michelle was gone though,
into the truck stop for the bathroom or something to eat I thought at first,
but when I checked her duffel bag was also missing.

There was an envelope in the driver's seat when I came forward and I found
almost half a tank of gas was gone. I pulled back over to the pumps and
refilled the tank reading her note while the tank filled.

Devlin,

Sorry to leave you this way,
without saying goodbye, but
once you fell asleep I couldn't
wake you. I found a trucker,
over coffee, who is going the
same place I am. He's fully
rested and planning to drive
right through. I'm leaving
with him in a few minutes.

I'm not leaving my address for
you either. I hate long distance
affairs, having to commute to be
with someone and only seeing one
another occasionally. You really
could become a habit I'd enjoy
being hooked on and even though
we've had less than a real day
together, I already care for you.

I think it's better this way.
I'll think of you often and I'll
kiss your cheek on the way out.
Sorry again about the love bite.

'Chelle.


I paid for my gas and headed inside for something to eat.


Lyric for Song:

Hooked on a Feeling - B.J. Thomas

Album: "The Very Best Of B J Thomas"-United Artists
-UA-LA 389-E
-peak Billboard position # 5 in 1968-69
-later charted at # 1 in 1974 by Blue Swede
(Words and Music by Mark James)

I can't stop this feelin' deep inside of me
Girl, you just don't realize what you do to me
When ya hold me in your arms so tight
You let me know everything's all right

I-I-I, I'm hooked on a feelin'
High on believin' that you're in love with me

Lips are sweet as candy, the taste stays on my mind
Girl, you keep me thirsty for another cup of wine
I got it bad for you, girl but I don't need a cure
I'll just stay addicted and hope I can endure

All the good love when we're all alone
Keep it up, girl, yeah ya turn me on

I-I-I, I'm hooked on a feelin'
High on believin' that you're in love with me

(instrumental interlude)

All the good love when we're all alone
Keep it up, girl, yeah ya turn me on

I-I-I, I'm hooked on a feelin'
I'm high on believin' that you're in love with me

(instrumental to end)

.


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