When her breakfast arrived, Angie began to eat hungrily, forgetting for the moment all about the rather soulful-looking youth on the barstool. She drank the last of her coffee and stood up, ready to leave, when the young man from the counter walked over and stood directly in front of her.
"Excuse me, ma'am," he said. "I hope you don't mind my asking, but I'm trying to get to Arizona and I've been stuck at this junction since eleven o'clock last night. Would you happen to be going my way?"
Angie hesitated for a moment, feeling automatically on the defensive. But after thinking it over for a moment, she realized there was no good reason why she shouldn't give this boy a lift. After all, she was headed east, why not go right on into Arizona? It would be fun to have the company, and this looked like a very nice boy, one she knew instinctively she could trust.
"Sure, I'm going to Arizona. And I've got plenty of room." She smiled at the youth, and he smiled back. Angie was charmed by how disarmingly naive and almost pretty he looked when he smiled. She was definitely going to enjoy the company.
"There's one problem," he said sheepishly.
"Oh?" Angie was immediately alert for any signs of a con game.
"Yeah. I've got a dog tied up outside." His face twisted ruefully. "I think he may be one reason why I haven't been able to get a ride."
"Why? Is he vicious?"
"Heck no! Jethro wouldn't hurt a fly, not unless it was trying to hurt him, that is. But he's kind of big. Do you want to come out and have a look at him?"
"Sure, why not."
Angie paid her bill and followed the youth around the side of the restaurant to where a very large, gold-colored dog was prancing excitedly as he watched the approach of his young master.
"Why, he's beautiful!" Angie enthused. "What kind of dog is he?"
"He's part Saint Bernard and part golden lab."
He looked apprehensively at Angie as she stroked the animal's flanks and big head. The dawn of a smile broke out on his face.
"Does this mean we get the ride?" he asked. "Jethro's really good in a car. He lies down and stays down until I tell him otherwise."
Angie laughed as the big animal reached up to lick her face while she bent down to pat his head. The old familiar excitement that reminded her at once of Saxon raced through her loins, and she saw a sudden lewd image of herself kneeling before the huge dog while he fucked relentlessly up into her wetly clinging cunt.
Afraid the boy might notice she was blushing, Angie straightened up and turned towards her car, beckoning casually for the two hitchhikers to follow.
"Lots of room," she said, and went ahead to unlock her car.
Angie and the boy talked companionably for half an hour while they drove steadily through the early-morning sunshine. The boy, who introduced himself as Tim Bailey, was a college student heading to Arizona to spend a couple of weeks with an older brother. Angie found him far more interesting to talk to than the older men she'd been dating. He actually seemed to have something in his head besides money and getting laid.
"Mind if I light up a joint?" he asked.
Angie didn't mind at all. In fact she figured a few tokes might be exactly what she needed right now. She sucked long and deep on the slender cigarette each time it was passed back to her. Within minutes she found her attention lapsing, so that she almost hit an oncoming car as she let her front end wander over the center line.
"I don't think I'm used enough to dope to be driving under the influence," she told her companion sheepishly. "Mind if we pull over for a little while? I'd like to have a closer look at the countryside anyway."
"Hey, I'd like that. I'm in no hurry anyway, now that I've got a ride."
Angie found a country road that led into a grove of trees about a thousand yards off the highway. They got out of the car and Angie got an old picnic blanket out of the trunk so they'd have something to sit on. The dog nosed about among the trees, checking out the new terrain while the two humans talked. Every now and then he'd check back in for a pat and a lick before venturing back out into the unknown.
As she and Tim talked, Angie found her mind wandering mysteriously from the subject of conversation to the idea of being fucked by that big friendly dog. She could feel that the crotch of her shorts was actually wet with pussy-juice. Her horniness and the boy's uncanny openness made her feel less inhibited than usual. That, and the dope. She had become bored with mere conversation. They were alone in this lovely wood, and she was ripe to take advantage of the situation and the day and her mood.
"I'd like to suck your cock," Angie found herself saying aloud.
"Far-out," the boy answered, his face mellowing into a peaceful grin. "Well, if you'd like it, I'd sure like it," he told her.
Without batting an eyelash, he opened his fly and pulled out his cock, long and thick, but still soft in his hand.
Watching the boy open his pants, Angie took off her own shirt and shorts so she was naked, her nipples hardening delightfully in response to the slight, warm breeze in the wood. Her own wanton nudity outside in broad daylight heightened her drug-induced horniness, and she knelt forward on all fours to reach for Tim's cock and squeeze it fondly between her fingers. It really was a very nice cock, she thought lewdly. It had been a long time, but she remembered now how much she liked the smooth, fleshy feel of a prick as it began to harden in her hand.
"Why don't you just lie down on the blanket, darling?" Angie suggested. "Relax, and let me make you feel good… I love the feel of your prick, Tim. See, already it's getting nice and hard for me."
Her words stopped there as she lowered her mouth over the boy's body and closed her lips softly over the flaring head of his rapidly swelling cock. She thrust her ass lewdly into the air behind her as she began to nip and tease at the tip of the turgid prick in her mouth. Her asscheeks were poised high in the air as though in obscene invitation to another lover, and in fact Angie in her stoned mind was hoping the dog might take an interest in the ripe aroma of her excited cunt and come fuck her.
Tim began to moan softly from time to time as Angie lowered her mouth all the way down over his rigid cock, encasing its entire pulsing length in the warm wet hollow of her cheeks. She established a smooth, slow rhythm over the upthrust tool, following the movement of her mouth with the stroking of her clasped hand around the fleshy cock-shaft.
Up and down her blonde head worked over the still-clothed boy, who lay smiling in blissful agony, watching the lovely naked older woman eagerly suck his pulsating rod.
"Jeez, Angie, you're really a beautiful chick," he told her even as his hips continued to squirm in response to the maddening attentions of her mouth on his prick. "Your mouth's like liquid honey on my prick. I've never known a girl who could suck cock like you do."
Angie was pleased by the boy's appreciative words and by the gentle, matter-of-fact manner in which he spoke them. She realized that he wanted her to handle things the way she wanted to handle them.
And right now she wanted to handle this lovely hard cock of Tim's, to suck it like it had never gotten sucked before. Her mouth worked hungrily up and down the gleaming, purple-veined cock, while her hand jacked rhythmically on the shaft. She tried to imagine what the blow-job felt like to the boy, and her horniness increased. Soon she was totally engrossed in sucking the boy off there in the sunlit wood, oblivious to anything but one hard fleshy cock, when suddenly she felt a cold wet presence at her asshole.
It was Jethro's nose!