Hitchhiking Slut - Part One

Gayle was driving in her pickup truck, fresh from her afternoon shift as bartender at the local watering hole, the Brew Palace. In this small Texas town, it was the only place for people to relax, play pool, and have a few beers after a long day at work. She was the senior bartender, having been there the longest. More like the "den mother", even though she was only in her early thirties. Country music played softly on the radio as she drove the local highway on her way to the apartment she shared with Jack, her boyfriend of six months. Gayle was the "looker" in town.

She had full, lush bleach-blonde hair stylishly cut falling below her shoulders and clipped to one side. Her face was extremely sensual, with full, pouting lips coated thoroughly with deep, dark red lipstick, deep green eyes ringed with heavy black eyeliner, high cheekbones--sort of a younger Dyan Cannon look. There was a sensuality that radiated about her. The men at the bar constantly propositioned her, leaving big tips and begging for phone numbers. She was tempted with a number of them, and had used them in the past--regardless of whether they were married or not--but met Jack several months ago and wanted to make the relationship work. Before then, she was "independent" with her voluptuous body and gave it when she was so inspired. Her body was a knockout. Large, full, upright 36 DD breasts, narrow waist, round, firm ass and long, slender but muscular legs. She worked out regularly, and was proud of her tight body. Her arms were well defined and muscular.

She dressed to put her body to full advantage, and used makeup and long, glossy nails as just the right final touch. Tonight she wore a tight black lambskin-leather fringed halter that scooped down and hugged her breasts together to accentuate the cleavage, the full globes straining against the supple leather. Without a bra, her nipples could be seen hardening against the sensuous, tight leather. Her faded jeans accentuated her tight ass, long, slender legs. They slung lower on her hips and, with the halter, displayed her hard abs with a small gold belly button ring. They fit her like a second skin, very tight around her asscheeks and cunt and very faded. Her shapely, muscular legs ended in a pair of black leather cowboy boots.

Her matching black lambskin leather jacket was on only when she was out of the bar. Her outfit had been carefully chosen to promote the biggest tips of the night, and it was successful at doing that. Her perfume was still strong enough to fill the cab of the pickup. Gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears. Gum snapped noisily in her mouth as she tapped her foot in time with the country tune. Her long, thick tongue would slide out to periodically wet her shiny, sensual lips. She almost enjoyed tasting the flavor of the lipstick for some strange reason.

Gayle's mind was wandering over her day as she gazed down the two-lane highway. Suddenly, she noticed a figure by the side of the road, standing with a thumb out. As she drew closer, in the setting sun, she realized it was a girl--an interesting figure to be standing alone on the side of the road looking for a ride from a stranger! She instinctively slowed down to take in a better picture of the girl, trying to decide whether to stop or not. There was still enough light to see from a fair distance that this girl was something special.

She had long hair that seemed to have a wide blond streak framing her face in the front and light brown hair beyond the blond. She wore a short, fringed distressed brown leather jacket, matching distressed brown leather mini-skirt and dark brown leather platform ankle boots. Gayle's immediate impression was that this was a hooker--but she noticed a large nylon duffel bag behind her, so it looked like she was travelling. There wasn't any heavy brush around for a boyfriend to be lurking behind, so it really looked as if she was alone. Gayle made a snap decision to slow down and speak with the girl, if not give her a lift. Oddly, she noticed the thumb and hand being extended was well manicured with very long nails and two gold chains hung around the wrist. She slowed to a stop and put the passenger-side window down. She noticed more details. The girl was actually beautiful, appearing to be in her early twenties, with heavily lipsticked mouth and mascaraed eyes (Gayle's own style), a black tank belly-shirt under the leather jacket and rings on several fingers. The girl smiled broadly, especially seeing the driver was a woman and she approached the open car window.

"Hey, how's it goin'?" Gayle asked.

"Hi, thanks for stoppin', sweetie! Better now, I was hopin' someone would stop before the sun went down tonight. You goin' down the road by any motels? I'm lookin' to sack out for the night." The young girl said as she draped her arms inside the window and leaned on the frame slightly into the truck cab. Her cleavage deepened as her arms crossed and the leather fringe from her jacket splayed out.

"Sure, you need to get out from under the night, sugar. Good thing one of those horny bastards from my bar wasn't drivin' this way before me. You'd have a handful of problems with those ol' boys!" Gayle's brown eyes roved over the girl's full, firm tits under the stretch tank top, then back up to her pretty face. The younger girl's tits were even fuller than Gayle's! Must be 38DD!

They looked even bigger due to the girl's slim waist. She looked amazingly like the new singer Gayle had just seen on TV, Christine Aguilera. Those bee-stung lips were the most kissable ones she had ever seen, and Gayle had never really looked at another girl like that before. Her stylish hair did have that two-tone color pattern with a wide light blonde streak at the front and brunette behind (sort of a 1960's look popular with younger girls now), combed all loosely and parted over from the left. It framed cutely around her face and fell to her shoulders.

The girl's tongue slid slowly out and ran the gold stud along her bee-stung upper lip while she smiled, "Those good ol' boys? How do I know I won't get a wandering hand from you, sweetheart?" Gayle was thrown off by this question. This girl actually seemed to be flirting with her! And that tongue! It was like a long, thick serpent and had a shiny gold stud protruding from its pink wet surface. Gayle had not seen a tongue stud before and was turned on for some reason.

"Oh, uh. I think you'll be okay, hon. I haven't groped another girl in a couple of months." Gayle was proud of her sharp comeback. "Come on, you sweet thing. Get in before I change my mind." But the last give and take had started a strange warm feeling in her pussy for some reason. She decided to ignore it--for now.

"Okay, if you say so." With that, the girl grabbed her bag, threw it in the back of the truck, and climbed in to the bench seat in the pick-up cab. A strong mixed smell of perfume and leather filled the truck. "I'm Trish." The girl held out her hand. Gayle took the hand, again noticing the long, burgundy-painted fingernails. They clasped hands while gazing into each other's eyes. A spark suddenly flew between them. Gayle felt that warmth between her legs again as she felt the moist heat of Trish's hand gripping her own and inhaled the erotic odor coming from the young girl. Trish held Gayle's hand for slightly longer than a normal handshake. Something told her this would be an interesting evening.

Finally, the two girls released each other's hand and the blonde started the truck back on the road again. The movement seemed to break the immediate spell, and they proceeded to chat as they drove. As it turned out, Trish had been travelling with her boyfriend across country from California. When they stopped at a town, she would get a job stripping at a local club to keep the cash flowing. He was your basic low-life hanger-on and they argued on this last drive about him needing to get a job and help earn his keep. At one point, he got angry and told her to get out of the car and make it on her own if she thought she didn't need him.

She had gotten out with her bag, thinking he was just mad. But he took off with her standing on the highway and never came back. She was angry at first, but figured that she could get along fine without him, and would make her way toward the East Coast without him. She was lucky she had kept her cash in her bag, so she had enough to get to a motel, strip for a couple of nights, and buy a used car to get back on the road.

"Wow, that's some story, sweetheart. I can't believe he just took off. Men can be real pricks some time, can't they?" Gayle glanced over at Trish, admiring her independence. And her huge tits.

"That's a fact, Gayle. But we can get along without them as long as we need to, ya know? It's not the end of the world. After all, here we are, right? We would never have met without that asshole pulling his shit." Trish looked back at the gorgeous older woman and put a hand on Gayle's bicep and squeezed. The warmth came back to the blonde's crotch when she felt the friendly squeeze. Was it just friendly? Or Gayle's imagination?

"Uh, right, sugar. Uh, hey you hungry for some dinner? It's about that time." Gayle was feeling closer to this girl.

Suddenly, Trish ran her gripping hand up and down Gayle's bicep through the supple leather sleeve and noticed something. "Hey, girlfriend, you got some nice arms. I bet very strong, nicely cut," the younger girl said in admiration. She continued to feel Gayle's arm through the black leather.

"Yeah, I like to work out. Do it every day." Gayle unconsciously flexed her arm. She liked being admired, especially by a girl ten years younger than her.

Trish reluctantly withdrew her hand from Gayle's arm and said, "Nice, very nice. I like working out too." She smiled at the double meaning, then, to answer the original question, "Sure, I'm hungry. Anyplace close we can stop for a meal?" There was another hunger building within her, and not for food. Without being obvious, the girl raised her hand to her nose and sniffed discreetly to see if she could smell the leather odor on her hand from Gayle's jacket. She could and it began to cause her juices to flow under her skirt. She knew it wouldn't be long before her thong would be drenched. Trish had been checking out the woman who had picked her up. The animal attraction Trish was beginning to feel for this older woman was affecting her senses. This was going to be an interesting night.

Being a stripper for several years, she had had affairs with a number of incredibly sexy girls. Sometimes just one night stands in the dressing room or a motel room with another stripper after work. With all that sweaty, sexy bi-female skin at a strip club, it was bound to happen. She smiled at the thought and squeezed her thighs together under her incredibly tight leather miniskirt. Memories of sweet, sweaty female flesh under her mouth and hands flooded back to her mind. Late nights of girl-girl groping in the back of small, cramped dressing rooms. Make out sessions in the dark corners of strip clubs with hot, sexy big-titted strippers.

As they drove to a diner, Trish had a thought. "Hey, you have any more gum?" She looked over at the sexy blonde.

"No, sorry, last piece." Gayle pointed to her mouth.

"Well, how about sharing?" Trish asked, her eyes focusing on those luscious full lips.

"Oh, uh, okay, I guess so," Gayle stammered as she began to reach up to her mouth.

"Hold on, just stick out half." Trish moved closer to Gayle as she drove.

"Uh, oh, sure. If you want." Gayle was heating up as it became apparent what Trish had in mind for sharing gum. She pushed half the gum out past her lips, with half of the saliva-coated, chewed pink substance waiting for Trish to make her move. Gayle was becoming confused, but just followed the younger girl's request.

Trish turned and leaned her face toward Gayle's. Gayle slightly turned hers, keeping her eyes on the road. Trish focused her eyes on the chewed, shiny gum sticking out from between Gayle's glossy girl-lips. As she approached the gum, she noticed a hint of bright red lipstick that had rubbed off on it. It was the older woman's lipstick, and Trish was getting ready to taste it.

She opened her own burgundy-painted bee-stung lips and closed the distance between their faces. She wrapped her lips around the gum, pressed lightly into Gayle's lips, mashing their soft mouths slightly and bit down on the soft substance. Getting closer to Gayle's face gave her the chance to smell her perfume even more.

"Mmmmmmm, thanks." Trish said as she withdrew with the pre-chewed piece of gum in her mouth. She smiled at Gayle as she tasted the slight trace of lipstick. But she was charged knowing she was also tasting the older woman's saliva and that she had something in her mouth that had just been chewed in the other girl's. "Good." It was a discreet first chance to swap spit.

Gayle at this point was increasingly confused. She had never really had any feelings of this sort about another woman, let alone share gum with one. But it was strangely erotic. She licked her lips and could taste just a bit of Trish's burgundy lipstick on her own mouth. She turned her face to the girl, "Glad you like it. I'll get some more for later." When the words were out of her mouth, she realized the double meaning. Gayle noticed the tight thighs under Trish's very distressed, supple brown leather miniskirt, and the tits jutting out from her stretch tank top under the matching fringed jacket.

"Oh, good. I love gum, sweetie." Trish was reveling in the first taste of the blonde's mouth juices. She smiled seductively and hoped she made her point. This was going to be fun. A new girlfriend. She raised her hand to her nose again to smell the trace of leather odor from Gayle's jacket. Meanwhile, Gayle was watching the road, her mind racing, her cunt beginning to juice, her nipples hardening. This was very new for her. Guys were always coming on to her. She had her pick. But this was a young, sexy girl, with bigger tits than hers--and she was getting hot just being in the same car with her. What did this mean?

The diner Gayle knew of loomed up on the right. It was a place she ate at from time to time, and usually pretty crowded at mealtime. The parking lot was packed, so she found a spot for the truck on the far corner. By the this time, the two girls were famished. For one thing or another. They got out of the truck and strolled into the diner together. Almost every male head in the place craned to see the older sexy blonde with the big tits in the tight faded jeans, boots, and black leather jacket with the younger busty babe with the bigger tits, tight faded brown leather miniskirt and fringed jacket. They were a couple that made everyone take note--including a few women.

They both enjoyed the attention as they were shown to their table in the back of the crowded diner. Trish made a production of removing her fringed leather jacket and throwing it on the bench seat beside her in the booth. Gayle did the same, but with her eyes on the two huge, hard-nippled tits bursting from beneath the tight black stretch short tank top. She noticed that Trish also had a gold ring in her pouting belly button, jutting out just above the waist of the leather miniskirt. There were also tattoos on her arm of a lightening bolt, one on the side of her neck of a coiled snake, and a small one on her left breast of a pair of ruby-red lipsticked lips. Quite a work of trashy art, this girl was. It added to her sensuality. As they sat across from each other, Gayle noticed Trish gazing at her own huge tits, pressing out from the black leather fringed halter top.

"Hey, that's a cool halter. I like that. Especially the leather." Trish breathed to Gayle. "Let me borrow it sometime to wear, if I hang around, would you?" The young girl felt added heat imagining wearing the black leather halter that was currently caressing the breasts of her new girlfriend.

"Sure, but you look pretty hot yourself, sugar. As a matter of fact--" but Gayle was cut off when the waitress came over.

"Hi, Gayle. You takin' dinner tonight with your friend?" A pretty girl in her late twenties in a starched white blouse and tight short black skirt pulled up to the table with her pad. Her dark brown hair had frosted highlights, pulled back in a ponytail. Her body was toned, with C-cup breasts that swelled out against the white blouse buttoned to just above her cleavage. A nametag identifying her as "Sue Anne" was pinned to her chest. Her face was very pretty, with almost as much makeup as Gayle wore, but with blue eyes and pale pink lipstick glossing her sensuous mouth. She was snapping gum with her very bright white teeth. She knew Gayle from both eating at the diner with Jack occasionally and drinking with her husband at the Brew Palace. Most people knew each other from the Brew Palace.

"Hey, Sue Anne, how's it goin'?" Gayle broke her eyes away from Trish's tits and looked up at the brunette.

"Same ol', same ol', sugar. Who's your friend? Don't think I've seen her 'round?" Sue Anne eyed the very busty young girl.

"Oh, this here's Trish. She's new in town. May start workin' over at The Big Eye for a while." The Big Eye was the local strip club in town. She assumed Trish would want to hang around and get her cash back up again. Trish smiled up at Sue Anne, but the brunette wasn't immediately friendly to the stranger.

"Oh yeah? Really, now?" Sue Anne said suspiciously.

"Now, Sue Anne, don't you go worryin' that Trish'll be stealin' Bobby from ya. That ol' boy is too busy fixin' cars to be eyein' Trish at the titty bar." Gayle smiled.

Sue Anne laughed, "Yeah, guess your right, Gayle. I just keep him busy so he don't get to blow his paycheck at the Eye." The ice seemed to be broken.

"Yeah, and, besides, why would he stray from such a pretty little thing like you, Sue Anne." Trish chimed in, her eyes locking with the waitress's. "I don't go for married men now, just married women." With that Trish giggled.

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure thing." Sue Anne didn't know quite how to respond to that, so she added, "Well, what can I get for you ladies?"

Gayle got the feeling Trish wasn't joking, given their conversation in the car and the gum sharing. Had that classified as a kiss? Had she actually kissed another girl? Snap out of it, girl...... She and Trish ordered and got into small talk. She was feeling the heat rise from her cunt, and she needed to cool herself down.

The two girls got to know each other, shared their life stories, and ate their dinners. Sue Anne came and went several times, bantered a bit, and then brought their coffee. As they had been talking, Trish's booted foot had grazed Gayle's a few times. To Gayle, it seemed as if it was becoming intentional. Finally, with the last graze, Trish's high heel platform ankle boot remained pressed next to Gayle's cowboy boot. The heat began to rise again, starting with the two feet pressed against one another. Nothing could be seen by anyone else, but the girls knew their feet were pressed lightly together. What that would mean, who would know?

Finally, Sue Anne brought their coffee. "Hey, I think I'm gonna take my coffee next to you, so we can whisper secrets." Trish suddenly declared. She got up, not waiting for Gayle's permission to switch seats, pulled the coffee around and moved next to the older blonde woman. More than one diner noticed the change of booth seating, but more to stare at the bouncing tits beneath the tight tank top.

"Oh, uh, sure. Okay." Gayle said as Trish plopped down next to her. She was unsure of this move, since they were sitting in a diner where people knew her. It was awkward. As much as she was starting to want to feel this girl next to her, she was aware of her surroundings. But it was too late now.

Trish sat firmly next to her new girlfriend. Their arms pressed against each other, and Trish's leather miniskirt creaked against Gayle's jean-covered thigh. Sue Anne came back with two plates of pie. She looked at the two girls quizzically.

"Well, this is cozy, isn't it? You two goin' steady or what?" She put the plates down.

While Gayle began to stammer an answer, Trish took over, "What's the matter, Sue Anne? Jealous? Two girlfriends can't sit close and whisper secrets over coffee?" She winked at the brunette.

"Hey, whatever, sweetie. This is the millennium, ain't it? Whatever." Sue Anne snapped her gum, eyed them again, but with some interest this time, and awkwardly turned away.

"Hey, careful, Trish. I know these people. I don't want them to get the wrong idea, ya know?" Gayle was getting concerned that Trish was going over the line, as much as she may want her to in private.

"Don't worry, babe. Anyone watching is too busy checking out our tits and getting hard." Trish put her hand on Gayle's and squeezed. The older woman looked down at their long-nailed, manicured hands together and felt the juices start to flow again. Her fingers reached backwards and briefly entwined with Trish's. Things were starting to get out of control.

"Okay, okay. I guess I'm alittle too sensitive. Sorry." With a long sniff, she could now smell Trish's perfume and the erotic odor of her leather miniskirt. But there was something else. Something earthy. Shit. Was that cunt juice? Was that coming from under Trish's skirt? Was she creaming? Was she as turned on as her? The smell of leather and cunt juice was beginning to raise her temperature level. What was happening to her? This had never happened before? Did this mean she was turning lesbian? How could she be so turned on by this hitchhiking stripper that she knew for all of a couple of hours? But it was happening.

They talked some more, Trish's breath washing over Gayle's face. Their faces were close. Perfume mixed in the air. They told stories, shared tales. Gayle talked of Jack, the relationship, her past--Trish did the same. They were becoming friends, becoming close.

Sue Anne walked over again and dropped off the check. "Here you go, girls. I'm your cashier, so let me know when you're ready to go."

"Hold on, I'll get it." Gayle picked up the check.

"No, no, let me split it with you." Trish protested. She noticed a couple of guys watching them from two tables over.

"No, Trish. Let me get this. It's your first meal here in town, and I want to celebrate us becoming friends." Gayle shook her head and got out her cash. She handed the money and check to Sue Anne.

"Oh, that's so sweet, honey. You are too good to me, Gayle." Trish glanced at the guys again. "Thank you so much." She suddenly turned and slid both hands on either side of Gayle's face. Her long-nailed hands cupped both cheeks. Before Gayle knew what had happened, the gorgeous young stripper closed the distance between their mouths and locked her burgundy lips to Gayle's dark red-painted lips. The two pairs of soft, pouty girl-lips mashed together. Lipstick smeared wetly between them. Gayle was so startled that her instincts caused her to respond to the kiss. Teeth ground on teeth. Their faces turned to right angles and they breathed through their noses. No tongue--yet.

Trish broke the kiss and pulled her face back. She turned to the guys who had been staring. Deep red lipstick was smeared on her mouth. "You like the view, boys? Look what you're missin', you little pricks." Trish smiled seductively and licked her lips. The guys were dumbstruck.

"Holy shit, Gayle!" Sue Anne's mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. "Holy shit!"

"Uhhhhh, ohhhhh." Was all Gayle could get out. "Uh, it's not what you, uh, think, uh. Sue Anne, uh." Gayle was literally stunned, speechless to what had just happened in the diner where she regularly ate. "Keep, uh, the change, Sue Anne." Her smudged lips tried to awkwardly smile.

"Come on, Gayle, let's go." Trish grabbed Gayle's hand and rose from the booth, picked up her jacket and threw it on. "Here." She handed the older woman her leather jacket, and Gayle, still in a dreamlike state, put it on. Trish grabbed her hand again, laced their fingers, squeezed and pulled Gayle past a stunned Sue Anne. "Nice meetin' you, sweetcheeks." They both strolled out, hand in hand through the diner. But, just before they walked out the door, something strange happened.

"Hey, hold on Gayle." It was Sue Anne following them to the door. Gayle turned around. They locked eyes. "Hey. Um, you gave me alittle too much cash. Here, here's your change." Sue Anne reached out to Gayle's hand and the woman opened it for the money. The brunette palmed a piece of paper to the blonde, turned and walked quickly away.

Gayle allowed herself to be pulled out the door and down to the parking lot. The fresh air brought her back to her senses. She looked down to her hand, opened it and saw that Sue Anne had slipped her her phone number. "Well, fuck me," thought Gayle to herself. "All this time I've known Sue Anne, and I've never known." She slipped the paper into her tight jean pocket.

"What just happened in there, Trish?" Gayle stopped the girl as they arrived at the truck.

"Nothin' and everythin', sweetie. Nothin' and everythin'. I think you just got your first girl-kiss. You know you liked it, right?" Trish pulled Gayle to her and put her arm around her waist. Their leather jackets creaked as they rubbed together.

"Well, yeah, I guess. But I never did that before, and I know everyone there." Gayle felt the warmth of the girl's body against hers.

"Who gives a shit, girlfriend? Live your life. You know we're both turned on. You don't owe them nothin', Gayle. Just go with what you're feeling. And I'm gonna rock your world, baby." With that, Trish swung Gayle around and pushed her back against the truck. She pressed her full body against Gayle's. Their breasts mashed together. Trish wrapped her arms tightly around Gayle's waist and squeezed her hard, jean-covered ass cheeks with both hands. Gayle could feel those long nails digging into her ass. She raised her arms and draped them around Trish's neck. The sun had long since set, so the parking lot was fairly dark. But Gayle was losing her self-consciousness. Passion was beginning to take over. She had never felt these feelings for another girl before, but it was uncontrollable.

The two gorgeous girls remained locked in each other's arms, their huge tits mashed against each other, gazing in each other's eyes. Trish moved her leg between Gayle's. Each had a thigh pressing against each other's cunt. They began grinding slowly. Gayle couldn't believe she was doing this in the parking lot of the diner. Their mutual gaze dropped from eyes to lips. Slowly,

Trish began moving her face toward Gayle's. She smiled seductively. Slowly the distance closed. Trish slid her tongue out and wetly licked her full, bee-stung lips. Gayle was getting wetter and starting to lose control of her emotions. She could feel the cunt juice leaking onto her thong under the tight jeans in reaction to the mutual cunt grinding. She watched Trish's lips and tongue getting closer until they were only an inch or two away. The gold tongue stud waved hypnotically in front of her. She could smell the mint on her breath that she had popped on the way out. Her sweet breath....

"Mmmmmmm. Hey, sweetie. You are one hot, hot babe. Do you know that?" Trish whispered into Gayle's flushed face. "I've wanted you since you picked me up. I think you feel the same, don't you?" It was a question Trish knew the answer to, but she wanted Gayle to speak it.

Gayle's armpits were sweating under her black leather jacket. She could feel Trish's hands squeezing her ass cheeks and their cunts grinding together. The erotic smell of perfume, leather and pussy juice was starting to envelope them in a cloud. Her nipples were hardening, her sweet breath was coming quicker. This was decision time.

"Uh, uh, Trish..... I can't believe this. But I do want you too. I do. You are makin' me so fuckin' wet, I can't believe it! No guy has made me this horny since I can remember.... oh, sweetheart, you are making me so crazy......" Gayle ground harder.

"So you want me, Gayle? You want me? You like my lips, baby? Do you like these wet lips?" Trish licked her lush lips again, making them shine with extra saliva.

"Oh, yes, baby, yeah! Your lips are so sexy! So wet! They're so pretty and full. Oh, shit, I can't believe I feel like this, Trish!" Gayle's long nails reached up into Trish's soft hair and clutched it. Trish's mouth was still only an inch or two away.

The sexy young girl whispered slowly, hotly. "So what do you want, baby? You want me to kiss you? Do you want this hot, young stripper to kiss those luscious, wet girl-lips? Do you want my full lips on yours? Do you want me to make out with you? You wanna make out? You want me to kiss you, Gayle? Huh? You want to swap spit with me? Taste my mouth? You want my tongue on yours? You want to suck tongues? Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want." Trish's mouth was so close, so close to Gayle's......

This intimacy and nasty talk was making Gayle lose it. "Oh, fuck yeah! You're such a slut, Trish. Yeah I wanna kiss you. I wanna make out with you here in the parking lot. I don't care who sees us. I wanna feel your sweet lips on mine, I wanna taste your hot spit in my mouth, suck your tongue, suck that stud in your tongue. Please kiss me, Trish, let me kiss you. Oh, shit, my cunt is so wet now. Kiss me, baby." Gayle drew Trish's face closer until their lips almost touched and they smelled each other's breath.

Suddenly Trish's tongue was close enough to lick Gayle's lips, flicking, tasting the lipstick. Gayle could feel the stud on her lips. With a groan from each girl, their lips locked again. But this time Trish slid her tongue into the woman's mouth. Gayle had pulled Trish's head over and her mouth descended on the girl's, the young stripper's tongue sliding down her throat. Trish's head was turning back and forth; her tongue was everywhere - rubbing gums, the roof of her mouth, overpowering the blonde's tongue. Gayle had eagerly parted her lips, and Trish's tongue wiped around her teeth. Gayle opened her teeth to let the tongue into her warm inner sanctum. Their tongues dueled inside the blonde's mouth. Two flat, long, wet girl-tongues wiping around and over each other. Trish's tongue stud erotically scraped along the flat spitty surface of Gayle's mouth muscle. Trish licked the roof of Gayle's mouth, then under her tongue, then to the insides of each cheek. She tasted every inch of the busty blonde's inner mouth. Saliva flowed from one girl's mouth to the other's and then back again. Then the spittle leaked out of their lips onto their chins, making them slick with sweet saliva and smearing lipstick. Trish gave Gayle's ass one last squeeze then slid her hands up along the black leather jacket covering her back, rubbing her manicured hands all over the soft, supple kidskin. She loved the feel of the leather, especially knowing she was making out with the beautiful woman who was wearing it. Teeth clicked against each other as the girls' mouths widened and deepened the kiss. Their faces were at right angles so they could increase the passion of the make-out session.

Suddenly a car passed slowly and a window went down. Gayle became aware of people watching from the car. A young, female voice laughed and yelled out, "Hey, get what you need, girls!" Then, just as quickly the car was gone. Gayle reluctantly broke the kiss and swiveled her head to look for the car. Was it someone she knew?

"Hey, I'm not done with you yet, baby." Trish whimpered and pulled Gayle's face back to hers. Trish slowly pressed her pursed lips down on Gayle's again, all the while gazing hotly into each other's hooded eyes. The two pairs of full, pouting lips felt warm and spongy as they pressed on each other, then they began to slowly open their mouths again. The girls kissed each other deeply and tongues angrily twisted and turned, slavering over each other. Trish's full, pouty lips pressed hungrily onto Gayle's. They were so full and pliant. Even though the older blonde woman had very large, full, sexy lips, the younger girl's covered hers and mashed them together.

"Mmmmffff... ummmmm..... ummmffff", was all either girl could get out as their faces moved together. Gayle could feel Trish's tongue stud slide out of her mouth and insinuate itself seductively through her lips, flicking at the roof of her mouth again. Gayle's heat level rose quickly as she felt the tongue stud rub along her own tongue, scraping the opaque mucous from it. It was like awakening a sleeping serpent. Their long tongues began to dance together, slipping and sliding from one mouth to the other. Thick saliva accompanied the tongues and formed a wet trail on and around their mouths. Teeth clicked against teeth, tongues ran across gums and inside their cheeks. Then they both opened their mouths wide and licked each other's tongues all over--top and bottom. They locked their mouths over each other at right angles so that their tongues were invisible.

Anyone who has experienced a deep French kiss knows what was happening inside. One could visualize those hot tongues, slick with saliva, wrapping around and around each other, gliding over and over each other. The two women were locked together at the mouth. Their full, soft lips were munching away at each other. Their hands gripped each other's heads and twisted them back and forth slipping luscious lip over luscious lip, and every few seconds their mouths opened and tongues visibly darted in and out. One and then the other inserted her tongue deep in the mouth of her new lover, and as she withdrew it, the other sucked it briefly as if reluctant to let it go. After trading off several of these tongue sucks, Trish stuck her tongue way out and Gayle wrapped her lips firmly around it. This time the young stripper plunged her tongue through the tightly puckered lips of the busty blonde and fucked the female mouth with it. The two gorgeous busty girls in their jeans and leather were locked in a passionate make-out session standing against the truck in the dimly lit diner parking lot.

Trish then drew her right hand down and to Gayle's crotch, rubbing the tight faded jean material over her cunt. She could feel the heat between the woman's legs. She splayed her glossy long-nailed fingers over the crotch. The young girl groped the sexy blonde while Gayle spread her thighs to allow access. She was juicing to the point that it began to seep through the material.

"Ohhhhh, fuck, Trish. That feels so damn good. So good. Uhhhhh." Gayle groaned as she broke their kiss and moved her mouth to the stripper's ear. She stuck her wet tongue deep into Trish's ear and licked around it, lightly bit it, erotically breathing her hot breath. As Trish slid her hand under Gayle's crotch to her ass crack, the heat on her hand continued to burn.

"Ohhhh, Gayle, yeah, baby. That tongue feels so hot, so good." Trish threw her head back and felt Gayle's mouth slide to her neck, tacking small nips at the perfumed flesh. They were both sweating in passion under their leather jackets now. Sweat began wetting Trish's tight stretch tank top and Gayle's soft black leather halter--between their mashing tits and under their warm armpits. Sweat marks began to show on them both as they humped each other next to the truck.

"Sweetie," Trish breathed into Gayle's ear, "let's get into the truck and get comfortable. I gotta fuck you, baby. Come on." The gorgeous young girl grabbed the woman's pants waist over the zipper and roughly dragged her to the passenger car door. She grabbed the handle, opened the door, and steered Gayle up and into the seat. She climbed up into the cab after her and pushed the blonde back down onto the seat. She grabbed both leather-sleeved arms to hold her down, and laid her body full length over the hot blonde bartender. Gayle couldn't move--Trish was surprisingly strong. And the young stripper enjoyed dominating this older woman with the muscular body. It turned her on to be roughly handling her and controlling those strong arms. She felt those taught female biceps flexing under her sweaty hands. She was going to take this woman like she had never been taken before. And right in the truck in the parking lot of the diner!

Gayle had no choice but to let Trish climb on top of her in the truck cab. She was pinned to the bench seat by the girl's strong grip on her arms and her tits. And she wanted this busty, erotic girl to have her, to take what she wanted. She grasped the soft brown lambskin leather sleeves covering Trish's arms with her hands and sought out the girl's mouth with her own. Her tongue wiggled out between her lipstick-smeared lips, reaching out, and Trish took the hint. But first she wanted to play.

"Open your mouth for me, baby." Trish whispered in the dim light. "Open your mouth and let me give you something." In her hot arousal, Gayle wondered what Trish had in store for her--but she followed this strong girl's demand and kept her mouth open, her wet tongue waiting. Trish began hocking up as much spit as she could. The deep sound from her throat could only mean she was dredging up mucous slime from way down and bringing it up into her mouth. The thick ball of spit gathered like phlegm in Trish's mouth. Her eyes glazed as she stared down into those beautiful mascaraed brown eyes. Her girlfriend's open mouth beckoned. Suddenly she reared her head back and let fly a mouthful of thick, slimy saliva onto Gayle's tongue and into that open mouth.

Gayle's eyes widened in surprise, but also in erotic shock. She took in the full ball of gooey spit. "Ummmmmmmm. Ummm, hmmmmm." Was all Gayle could say as she savored Trish's gift of mouth juice. She rolled the spitball around in her mouth, tasting the tart yet slightly peppermint flavor, letting it soak her teeth and gums, running it around within her cheeks. Gayle swallowed alittle of it, but wanted to keep as much in her mouth as she could, holding the moment, tasting the special flavor. She had a thought and slowly opened her mouth as Trish watched.

This became extremely arousing as strings of whitish phlegmy spittle bridged between Gayle's lips, under her tongue, and between her teeth and inner cheeks. They were thick, slimy and very inviting. Trish's moist eyes lidded with passion. She had never met a woman as erotically passionate as Gayle. She groaned and plunged her mouth down, gluing it with saliva to Gayle's. Cheeks bulged as tongues wrestled thickly, girl-lips mashed together, spittle drooled from the corners of the girls' mouths onto their chins and cheeks. Deep red lipstick smeared together with burgundy. Breathing was ragged through their noses. The two horny girls wrapped their arms around each other and rolled around together on the bench seat of the truck.

At this point, both girls grabbed each other's tops and roughly jerked them over each other's huge tits. Neither had worn a bra, so the globes plunged out, nipple to hardening nipple. Gayle broke the kiss so she could guide one massive tit from above into her suckling mouth. She had never ravished another girl before, but her instincts were kicking in as the passion careened out of control. Both girls could smell the odor of sweet saliva, sweat, leather and pussy juice. The two girl-bodies sweating so heavily under the leather jackets as they wrestled on the front seat increased the erotic leather smell in the small truck cab.

As Gayle sucked Trish's nipple deeply between her full, pliant lips, she placed the slick flat of her tongue on the hard teat and massaged it slowly. Trish threw her head back in arousal, feeling this beautiful woman's teeth biting lightly down around her nipple. Goose bumps sprouted around her breast. Gayle pressed both globes together and began sucking on both, from one to the other, suctioning in the nipples until they were small rocks. As she suctioned one nipple, she could taste a small amount of fluid that leaked from Trish's teat. She was amazed that this girl could give her some tit milk. But she welcomed it into her mouth and swallowed hungrily.

The young stripper lying on top of the busty older woman reached down to her jeans and feverishly unbuttoned the waist, then pulled the zipper down all the way. She backed herself away from Gayle, a nipple plopping wetly from her lips and dragged her jeans down over her ass. They were tight, so Gayle had to raise her hips to allow them to go down.

Finally, Trish got them to the knees and focused her eyes on the beautiful cunt lying behind the heavily juiced thong. She could tell it was neatly shaved with just a small triangle of pussy hair around the top, pointing down to the clit. The small panel of blue cloth was completely dark with frothy pussy cream. Trish dipped her hand behind the thong, moving the wet crotch panel aside. The lips were pink, slick with all the moisture of the cunt juice leaking out. They were a deeper pink, engorged with lust. She was going to slide one finger in between those sweet cunt lips.

"No, honey, put more in," Gayle panted. "Give me more!"

With that, Trish put three fingers together and worked them into the busty woman's pussy. She could feel the labia lips enclosing around her fingers. The heat from within was tremendous. While she was stimulating Gayle's cunt, she spit on her other hand's index finger and reached down and under toward the woman's rectum. Trish scratched her fingernail around the rim of Gayle's asshole, feeling the hairs and nasty moisture. Then she eased the manicured finger into the small, dark anus. It was tight but allowed entrance of her long-nailed digit.

As she plunged her finger into Gayle's asshole, the walls of the rectum tightened and sucked it further in. In reaction to the finger invading her anus, Gayle emitted a series of small farts. Trish breathed in this intimate odor deeply and savored it, almost able to taste it.

"Oh, fuuuuckkkk, baby! Oh, dammit, damn, shitttt! Ohhhhh, yeah!" Fucking words flowed out of Gayle's spit-slimed mouth and she stared at the scene between her legs. The sight of this gorgeous, young, busty stripper finger-fucking both her cunt and rectum at once was so erotic! The lipstick smeared on her face, sweat dripping from her upper lip, hair fuck-mussed, eyes lidded in lust. They gazed at each other in heavy-lidded passion.

"Oh, I'm gonna do you, girlfriend. I'm gonna do you so good, you won't stop comin' on my hand for a month." Trish whispered to her. She slid her fingers in deeply, the flat of her palm upwards against Gayle's clit. She curved her fingers up and around, an found that special place, that engorged knot of swollen flesh under the vaginal roof. The G-spot. Trish was going to make Gayle come harder and longer than she had ever come before. She moved her fingers in small, slow circles, feeling the sticky pre-come juice flow around her hand. She could also feel the blonde sucking her hand in deeply. Trish rotated her fingers in a slow rhythm. Gayle's hips rotated in harmony with the finger fucking. She had never felt such eroticism before. Not with any man. Not with anyone, not even when she jerked herself off alone. This was incredible!

Trish licked her lips as she continued to make hot eye contact with the woman beneath her. She continued the rhythm of her finger fucking.

"Oh, Trish, oh, baby! Yeah, do me, baby! Do me! Give me some sweet fucking! You feel so good inside me! Uhhhhh, ohhhhh, bayyy-beee!!!" Gayle was being swept away.

"Yeah, baby, yeah! I'll give you some! It feels so good to be inside you, Gayle.... Oh, yeah, give me some of your sweet pussy juice! I wanna smell it...." Trish dropped her head down and loudly sniffed at the accumulating pussy fluid in Gayle's cunt. It was an erotic, musky odor of cunt mixed with wet jeans, sweat and perfume. "Oh, you smell so sweet, baby! I love that smell!"

After only a few minutes or so, Gayle was at the edge of a mind shattering G-spot orgasm. Trish suddenly felt the inside of Gayle's pussy clamp down hard on her fingers just as her hole began to push itself inside out, opening wide and spurting a jet of womanly fluid into the air.

"Ohhhhhhhh, shhhhhiiiiiittttt!!!!!! Fffffuuuuuckkkkkk!!! Mmmmmmm!!!! Ohhhh, Trissshhhhhh!!!! Ffffuuuuckkkk meeeeeeee!!!!" Gayle bucked as she reached a monster orgasm that she had never experience before.

Trish clamped her mouth over the cunt opening and continued to work both her G-spot, milking her of her come, not a drop of which escaped, and her rectum. Gayle's asshole was slick with sweat and come-drippings. Spurt after spurt of the thick, opaque fluid streamed past Trish's lips. Gayle spasmed as she lay on the truck seat under the control of the beautiful stripper on top of her.

Trish sucked at the girl-come greedily. Working her pussy until she had drained her dry, Trish slowly removed her fingers from Gayle's still weakly clenching cunt and licked off the thick coating of the girl-lubricant that had accumulated on them. Giving her pussy a last, lingering, sucking, kiss, Trish moved from between her legs to lie on top of the woman's panting form on the bench seat.

"Good, baby?" Trish asked her new girl-lover.

"Oh, wow..... wow! That was unfuckin' real, you sweet thing! That was so good, I don't think I can uncurl my toes for a few days. Come here, sugar, and give me a kiss." The two girls lying together on the truck seat locked lips once again. But this time, as Trish plunged her tongue deep into Gayle's mouth, the woman savored the taste of her G-spot come fluid on the stripper's lips. She licked her essence from Trish's pouting lips, chin and cheeks.

Trish brought the finger she had buried in Gayle's rectum up to her nose and erotically sniffed the strong, pungent odor, then brought it down to her mouth and sucked the anal leavings from the digit, savoring the intimate flavor. Gayle grabbed Trish's moist hand and removed the finger with a pop, and slid it into her own hungry mouth. After running her tongue like a thick, hot serpent around Trish's ass-fucking finger, she sucked the remainder of the leavings from her own asshole. She loved the mixed flavor was of sweet girl-come, minty saliva, and tart anal essence. After a last lick around Trish's long, burgundy fingernail, she removed it and returned to a hot makeout session with the girl. They shared the tastes of cunt and asshole between them, swapping fluids from mouth to mouth, cheeks hollowing with tongue sucking.

Gayle broke the kiss and gazed into Trish's eyes. Her hands lovingly cupped the girl's face on each side. "I want to do you, now, sugar. I want to make you crazy!"

"You do, baby. I'm so crazy for you I can't believe it! I never felt this way about any other girl, I swear! But let's go get a room and fuck each other all night. Is there a motel nearby?" Trish slid her hands into Gayle's armpits. She could smell the sweat and leather from under her arms inside the black leather jacket. She wanted to lock her lips on those pits, lick and suck them, taste the tartness of the girl-sweat.

"Yeah, down the road. It's a great idea, let's get a room. Jack's on the night shift, so he won't know if I get home tonight or not. Uhhh, but...." Gayle had a sudden thought. What if she knew the people at the motel? What would they think of her checking in with a hot young girly sexpot?

"But what, baby?" Trish looked deeply into the woman's eyes.

"Nothin'. Nothin'." The decision was made. "I just don't care if I know anyone there. Fuck it. I want to fuck you, girl. Let's go do it." The sudden decision was liberating for the woman. "Let's hurry up, though, cause I need to get you between the sheets real bad."

"You're really somethin', Gayle. I think I may be falling in love with you, ya know. But right now, I'm so horny for you, I'm gonna bust a gut. Let's go." They kissed one more time, a slow, passionate, romantic kiss between two girl-lovers. Lush lips pliantly pressed lush lips and mouths widened in hot passion. Hands gripped and manipulated each other's heads through their hair to deepen the hot Frenching.

They forced themselves to break the kiss and sit up in the truck. Tops slipped back down over breasts. They fixed their lipstick, reapplied all that was missing, wiped away the smeared old gloss as best they could, smoothed hair down to some semblance of normalcy. Gayle re-zipped her jeans. Trish's thong was drenched, and her cunt was so hot. She needed release, and the thought of checking into a motel with this incredibly sexy blonde was making it worse. She drew up next to Gayle on the seat and leaned in romantically, putting her arm around the woman's shoulders as she put the truck in gear. She kissed Gayle's ear lovingly but tongued it hotly.

Gayle's mind heatedly worked as she drove down toward the Highway 6 Motel. Just a few hours ago, she had picked up this busty young thing on the highway. In that short period of time, they had kissed in the diner in front of everyone, made out passionately in the parking lot, and fucked in the truck! And this girl claimed that she might be falling in love with Gayle as well! This after never having had a sexual thought about another girl in her life! Or had she? Now she was going to jump under the motel sheets with this sexpot! Her mind raced, trying to keep up with the heat rebuilding in her cunt. As she licked her lips, she could taste Trish's saliva on her mouth. This was going to be some wild night!

The truck slid off into the night, down the highway toward the motel. The two girl-lovers sitting tightly together on the bench seat. From a window in the ladies room of the diner, a face had been pressing on the glass. A waitress was spasming in orgasm. Yes, a wild night to come.....

[to be continued...]