'What?'
'Me!'
'Sure, I've seen you lots,' he said. 'So what?'
'So what!' I wailed, unable to believe his indifference. Drawing my legs up in front of my crotch, I said bitterly, 'Can't you see I wanted to fuck? That I was offering my pussy to you? Is that all you can come up with at the sight of my cunt? I know it's been around for years, but it's still a pretty damn attractive pussy, if I do say so myself.'
'I guess I'm just used to seeing it around all the time,' he said blandly. 'If I don't have it specifically on my mind I might as well be looking at a lamp.'
'Well, clearly you didn't have it on your mind tonight,' I fumed.
'Not when the Marx Brothers are on at nine o'clock. If you're still hot to trot after it's over, well, maybe I'll fuck you.'
'Don't hold your breath,' I cut him off and got up and stomped off into the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet, I decided between sobs that I wasn't going to let Leo get the best of me. I been married to him for five years, and each had been progressively more boring. And sexless. I hadn't been taking the pill for almost a year now, but we didn't fuck enough any more for me to get pregnant.
Perhaps if we had had a child I might have made a different decision. At least a baby would have given me someone to share my life with. But Leo alone provided almost no meaningful companionship. And if I didn't get it at home, I'd have to get it elsewhere.
I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. Twenty-eight and there were circles under my eyes and wrinkles at the corners. My face looked worn-out.
Then I ran my hands over my body. My tits were firm and resilient. My belly was still hard. My pussy throbbed between my solid thighs.
Thank God, my body was still youthful and firm and shapely. The only way I could erase the age from my fate, and the depression and frustration from my mind, was to use my body to its best advantage.
My mind raced back to the encounter with the man in the car. How my body had taken his breath away as I sucked his cock and he finger-fucked my cunt. I realized I had to have more.
I smiled as I watched my thumb pass back and forth in front of my face while I practiced the classic hitchhiker's gesture. My cunt tightened into a wet knot at the mere suggestion of hitting the road.
I couldn't wait until Leo went to work tomorrow. I had to go now. The movie was on until eleven. That meant two golden hours to myself.
'Where are you going?' he asked as I walked across the living room toward the front door.
'Commercial's over,' I distracted him, watching his head snap back toward the tube so he wouldn't miss a second of his precious Marx Brothers. Before he could notice I was leaving, I was out the door, certain that if I returned before eleven he would never know I'd been gone.
By the time I was outside my cunt was foaming in anticipation. Pussy juice seeped through my panties and glazed my thighs. I was ready for anything.
I walked over a few blocks, getting out of our neighborhood so there would be less chance of getting picked up by someone I knew. Also, I wanted the place where I hitched to be well-lighted so male drivers could get a good look at me and I'd get a ride quickly.
Although it was chilly, I was dressed lightly, without a coat. In fact, I'd just thrown a sweater and skirt over that ridiculous garter belt I'd put on to seduce Leo. My breasts pushed freely against the cashmere, and my cunt dripped in bare wetness between my quivering thighs. Any driver that got a good look at me could guess what I had on my mind with my tits and hips shimmying under my thin, clinging clothes.
The first car looked a lot like the first one that had picked me up. Green. A Dodge or something. Clean and waxed like it was rented.
And, as he drove closer, I could see that the driver was another middle-aged yahoo with a red face and bad taste in clothes.
Suddenly it occurred to me that I didn't want to repeat myself. Minutes ago it would have seemed inconceivable to me that I would have passed up a potential cock under any circumstances. But now I realized that each experience had to be different or it wouldn't do me any good.
When the middle-aged guy in the green Dodge slowed down, I waved him on, acting like I was expecting a ride from someone else.
And I was. God, I couldn't wait to find out who. Just then my ear-drums were practically shattered by the blast of an engine that sounded like it was roaring out of hell. I looked to my left, and a black, chopped Camaro came screaming around the corner.
Even from my distance I could see that the driver was the most adorable teenage punk since Fabian. The street light glistened off his black hair as he barreled toward me, his face twisted with adolescent intensity. My mind was already measuring his teenage cock.
Instantly I knew he was the one I wanted.
I wanted to stop him quick.
Instead of just jerking my thumb to show I wanted him to pick me up, I poured it on. Sliding my skirt up my thigh, I got my crotch in full view, flexing my pussy through my invisibly clinging panties.
My message was loud and dear: stop and fuck me!
Unfortunately, he was going so fast that he whizzed right by me. However, from the amazed expression I caught on his face as he roared by, I knew he'd be back.
The screech of his slamming brakes filled the air. Suddenly, with the smell of burnt rubber reeking in the air, he roared backward about as fast as he'd been going forward.
'Hey, you lookin' for a party?' he called over the squealing of his tires and brakes as he lurched to a stop in front of me.
'Sure am,' I said, not waiting for him to ask me to get in before I opened the door. I was inside in seconds, wiggling my buns against his tuck and rolled upholstery while I slammed the door shut.
'Where ya goin'?' he drawled with a cockeyed grin that split his acne-pocked pace.
'Straight to your crotch,' I said matter of factly, not wanting to waste any time.
He just stared at me, goggle-eyed for a moment.
'Well,' I said impatiently, 'how about it?'
He gulped and then the color returned to his cheeks. 'You got it,' he said in a voice that tried to be bold, but was transparently nervous. I suspected my little tiger was wondering if he'd bit off more than he could chew.
I smirked at the thought of me intimidating him. He was trying so hard to be important in his big, black car and his leather jacket. He was such a punk! I just adored him.
'Whaddaya laughin' at, bitch?' he set his quivering tower lip and tried to growl. 'I been with funkier sluts than you.'
'Sure, Tiger, sure,' I cooed. 'Now what do you say we stop playing games and get over to the side of the road in a dark place so we can fuck.'
'Why don't you just blow me while I'm driving,' he said out of the corner of his mouth, his confidence returning when he saw how much I really wanted it. 'You know, I got to keep cruisin'. There's only so many hours in a night, and I got to be seen. Dig?'
'No, I want to fuck,' I said firmly, knowing that nothing would do tonight but a cock in my pussy… my cunt filled with cum. 'Pull over, or I'll jump out and hitch with the next stud that comes along.'
'Yeah,' he spat with disgust, 'and it's just my luck it'll be Pico Gazzara, my only competition for the baddest ass around. He'll lay it on with the story of this great piece of ass he found in the street for days, while I sit around thinkin' of how it coulda been me. Okay, lady, you got your fuck.'
'Groovy,' I chirped like a sixteen-year-old cheerleader flirting with the school hood, running my fingers through his greasy black hair.
Being a teenager he naturally knew all the best parking spots. Within minutes we were cut off from the rest of the world under a dark grove of trees, my hand at his fly.
His cock sprang out of his greasy jeans like a switchblade. It was long and slim, a graceful arc of cutting adolescent sexuality.
When my lips caressed his prick it tasted of sweat and grime, reeking of the casual hygiene of hot-rodding
