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

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Highway Hook-up 2  by Ray1031  (MF, Cons, Rom?)


It was at a greasy little truck stop outside Waverly, Nebraska that I saw
her again. I recognized the loose ringlets of her curly reddish-blonde hair
immediately when I walked into the place. There had only been two trucks
sitting outside when I'd pulled in, while the one across the street was
packed . . . not the best recommendation for a restaurant, but they
advertised the cheapest gas prices, so I chose that one. I was driving into
the setting sun and it was blinding me, So I thought I'd gas up and get
something to eat while the sun set.

She was sitting in a booth with what I took to be the driver of one of the
trucks when I arrived, chatting amiably over a slice of pie. I decided not
to disturb them, besides, I didn't really know her, not even her name. We'd
shared an experience at a Rest Area in Illinois, but beyond that neither of
us knew the other.

She glanced over as the waitress brought me my menu and it seemed her smile
broadened as she nodded at me, but she immediately turned back to her
companion and their discussion, so I wasn't sure. A quick burger and fries,
a glass of juice, and a refill for my thermos and I went to the Cash
Register to check out as the sky beyond the lighted gas pumps finally
darkened. Handing my bill and money to the woman there, I glanced at the
collection of small signs on the bulletin board behind her. It was the usual
assortment of church picnic announcements, for sale ads and auto repair and
towing service offers. But among them I saw a gem, "Shower available - ask
cashier'. I asked, paid my five dollars for using it, and accepted the key
she handed me before turning for the door.

The young woman from the rest area was standing by the door, her duffel on
the ground beside her. She was still wearing the same Coveralls and tube top
combination she'd had on last night. "Is that offer of a ride still good?
Are you still heading west?"

"Yes on both counts." I picked up her duffel and she held the door for me as
we exited. "But before we leave, I'm going to take a shower." I waggled the
key at her, "Care to join me?"

"Oh yum! A shower sounds wonderful, but all of my shower things are buried
at the bottom of my bag."

"Got a change of clothes near the top?" She nodded. "I have some extra
towels and shower goodies in the van, including an unused toothbrush if you
need it. You're welcome to use them if you like."

"Oh, I like. I really like! I've been on the road for almost three days,
mostly waiting between rides, and my poor body thinks I've forgotten what
soap is."

Locking her bag in the van I dug out an extra towel and wash cloth then
grabbed my shaving kit and we walked around the end of the building to a
door marked 'Shower'. Considering the generally run-down condition of the
restaurant and the rest of the place, the shower was a pleasant surprise. It
was immaculate, an ante room with a wall to wall bench against the back
wall, the front wall held two new looking porcelain sinks surmounted by a
wall to wall mirror. The shower room itself was somewhat smaller, maybe five
foot square with a central drain, there was a shower head in each of three
walls, each with individual controls. The floors and walls of both rooms
were covered in stone tile, and everything was so clean it gleamed.

The door had a very efficient looking pin bolt lock and she locked it behind
us as I stepped to the sinks and opened my toiletries bag. I began laying
things out on the small shelf beneath the mirror as my companion looked
around the rooms and whistled softly. When our eyes met in the mirror before
me she nodded, an approving expression of her face, then she glanced at the
items I'd laid out on the shelf before me and moved closer. Touching my
injector razor and the small can of Edge shaving gel she asked if she could
use them to shave her legs as we showered. I was reluctant, but relented
asking only that she remind me to inject a new blade when she was finished.

I passed her a new. still wrapped toothbrush but she pulled her own from a
back pocket. She did use my toothpaste though as I began lathering my face
for a quick shave. She stripped and entered the shower turning on all three
shower heads and adjusting their temperature as she brushed her teeth. She
washed her lower body then and stepped to the shower entry where she
lathered and shaved her legs as I brushed my own teeth. Both done, I took a
mouthful of mouthwash and passed the bottle to her before stepping into the
shower. She had them a tad hotter than I generally liked, but I figured I'd
live and I spat the mouthwash onto the drain as I reached for my soap and
wash rag. She stopped me and took them from my hands.

Kneeling before me in the spray she began with my feet and washed my body
from bottom to top. being gentle when necessary and rougher when the
territory she traversed could take it. Before washing my hands, she sucked
each of my fingers individually, and did the same with each of my nipples.
When she reached my shoulders I used the cloth and soap to wash my own face
as I passed her an unmarked bottle and said "shampoo". Once I was rinsed, it
was her turn and I followed her example in returning the favor, beginning at
her feet and working my way upwards until I reached her shoulders. Passing
her the cloth I began on her hair as she scrubbed at her face. Both clean,
she moved easily into my arms and we stood under the spray and began
necking.

Pushing me back against the wall she lowered herself to her knees before me
and took me into her mouth. She sucked at me for a few minutes as she slowly
fucked her mouth over about half of my length. Pulling her head back for a
second she said, "Warn me." then returned to her self appointed chore,
sucking, kissing and licking at my cock and balls with pleasure as she
reached up one hand and began jacking me as well.

Soon enough I was warning her and she quickly moved aside as she jacked me
faster and I began spurting onto the floor, my semen being carried towards
the drain in the flowing water. She washed her hands again and embraced me
anew as she said, "I do love the taste of a cock and the feel of it in my
mouth, but only when I know it's clean. Will you fuck me now? I'm horny as
hell."

"I'd love to, shall we go out to the bench?" I hadn't softened in the least
so when, at my question, she opted for the top position I settled myself on
my back on the bench. She lowered herself over me without pre-lubrication,
it wasn't necessary ... she was hot and wet enough that I slid in easily and
was fully buried with only a couple of strokes. There was no milking this
time, as I reached for her breasts she began bouncing in place, driving
herself downwards and sliding her clitoris forward through my pubic hair
with every plunge. She lowered herself onto my chest and we kissed, first on
the mouth, hungrily with tongues dueling wildly as we each wrapped our hands
in the other's hair and tried for control. Then we shifted, kissing one
another's cheeks, jaw, ears and settling into nuzzles and kisses on each
other's necks and shoulders as my hands returned to her breasts. Our
movements were becoming more frantic as I began thrusting up to meet each of
her downward plunges and she drove me back downwards, against the bench,
with each of her thrusts.

We didn't come together, though we weren't far apart either as I was the
first to empty my load. Before I was done though I felt the muscles of her
pussy beginning to grasp and pull at my draining cock as she joined me in
crossing the edge.

We lay together for long minutes, relaxing and simply holding one another as
we came down from the place our orgasms had carried us to. It was she who
moved first. pushing herself into a sitting position using her hand on my
chest, feeling my still hard cock, yet within her,  shift deeper inside as
she rose over it. "Oh, wow. It's nice to find a man that stays hard, but
shouldn't we be getting on the road? I need a couple of minutes for another
quick shower after that, and a bathroom, but I do need to be traveling. Like
I told you in Illinois, I'm in a bit of a hurry."

In the shower once more we were all business as we each cleaned ourselves
quickly and began to rinse.

"It's Devlin," I said.

"What?"

"Devlin. My names Devlin. If we are going to travel together we should know
each other's names."

"Michelle," she said with a smile, sticking out her hand for a shake. "Nice
to meet you Devlin."

I shook her hand and we both laughed as we turned off the showers and
reached for our towels. A quick stop in the restaurant to return the key and
use their bathrooms and we were driving out of the lot. Michelle fiddling
with the radio looking for a station soon had the cab filled with the sounds
of B.J. Thomas singing "Hooked on a Feeling"

Michelle yawned widely as I entered the highway and pointed the old beastie
westward once more. "Tired?"

"Yeah, Guess I am. Haven't slept at all since I saw you at that Rest Area.
My last ride smelled bad and kept trying to touch me if he thought I was
asleep, he gave me the creeps!. That's why I approached you when I saw you
in the restaurant."

I pointed to the curtains separating the front and back of the old van,
"Seats are all folded down into a bed back there. Not the most comfortable
place to sleep, but there's a blanket and a big Teddy Bear you can use as a
pillow."

"Teddy Bear?" She inquired with a grin.

"Yeah," I grinned back. "He's my travel pillow and I talk to him if I'm on
the road for a while and get tired. Helps me stay awake and drive longer. If
you want to introduce yourself, his name's Ted."

She crawled into the back and I lowered the radio volume so she could sleep.
She shifted about a bit as she settled in and must have been laying with her
head right behind my seat as I heard her say "Hello, Ted. I'm Michelle. Can
I rest my head on your tummy for a while?"

I smiled as I drove on into the darkening night.


Lyrics from 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)


[  Return to Top 100 Hits of 1969  ]

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