It’s always been in my best interest to help anyone in need of help.
As usually somehow I am repaid one way or another, but most importantly it is the Christian way of living life. It doesn’t matter what a person looks like if in need, and I can help, I will do so.
Here is part of a story appropriate for this pick, hope you enjoy it ,,as much as I did.
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Waves of heat rippled on the road ahead. Nothing but miles and miles of flat land before me, I knew it would be dull out here in the plains, but this was beyond the pale. And me trying to get across the country in a week. Well at least The Rockies were behind me now.

All the crap in the trailer and in back of the pickup made for careful driving. 65 was it, after that thing wobbled a bit.

Up ahead, I could see a lone figure walking down the road, the universal symbol asking for a ride, extended.

I slowed down to see what sort of person.

"Omaha?" she asked after I stopped on the shoulder.

"I pass near there, get in if you want".

"Thanx!"

She sat down in the passenger seat, and looked for a place for her bag. She was in her early twenties, thin but not starving. Her clothes were well worn, but not ragged.

We chatted for a while. I explained that I was driving to Iowa to drop off some things for my step daughter at Iowa State. She was headed to Omaha to find a job and to be with friends. Life in rural America did not suit her.

After a few silences in the conversation, I put on some music and she leaned back on the seat to nap. Being a male I stole a few glances at her sleeping body. It was hard to tell given the clothing she worn, what was beneath, but from what I could see, she could be a looker.

Ah you dirty old man, I thought to myself. It's on the way, she seems to be pleasant company. Relax and enjoy what comes of it.

She woke with a start when I pulled into the rest stop.

"Rest stop break, need to lose the Starbucks", I commented.

"Oh good I can get changed into something else" she replied.

She grabbed her bag and made her way over to the ladies restroom.

I got out and headed to the gent's for a good long pee. Sometimes a good long pee is almost as good as sex. Almost.

When I got back, she was nowhere to be found, I waited a few minutes and then got back into the truck. after about 10 more minutes I decided that she had switched rides or bailed out on me. Either way I was not going to worry too much. I started the truck and began to pull out when I saw her dash across the lawn from the ladies room.

"You weren't going to leave, were you?" she asked, getting back in.

"It had been a while..."

"Worth the wait maybe?" "Well now I see you decided to get comfortable."

She smiled back at me.

She had changed out of the shapeless sweat pants she was wearing into some shorts, and I do mean short shorts. This displayed a pair of very long smooth tanned legs. The baggy sweatshirt she was wearing had been replaced by a short crop top and beneath lurked a sports bra. A flat bejeweled tummy was revealed to the warm morning sun.

In the few moments it took to get up to freeway speed, she managed to situate herself in such a way a s to take full advantage of the morning sun. She had leaned the seat back and had placed her feet on the dashboard, opening her legs to the warmth of the sun. A bottle of lotion had appeared in her hands and she began to apply it to her legs. I had to take this all in as I was driving down the interstate at 65 miles an hour, in quick glances. But it looked good from where I was sitting. She sure could work it. From her inner thighs, up near the crotch of her shorts, down the smooth surface to her knees, across her calves and then to her ankles and feet - then back again. Almost wanted to pull over and watch uninterrupted this display.

"You know that's kind of a distraction."

"Is it now, you should be watching the road."

"As well I should but you're making it very hard to do that."

"Is that all I'm making hard?"

She seemed rather forward.

"If other things are getting hard, is there something you’re going to do about it?"


Friends, that’s about where I get off this road. This is a family place, and well, I’m sure you can use your imagination, I guess the moral here is , I didn’t make a pick for a reason, like Christ I don’t pick and choose by what someone looks like. I think that’s simple enough and we can all relate to ,,ehh?

Very Honorable Mention !

That's why I added one choice !

then i will put my dick in her