Sherry was quiet at lunch, but she told John how well I did on the tractor and how much we got done. Mary had made a delicious vegetable soup. Sherry told her parents she was going to visit some one named Jenny and probably wouldn't be home tonight. She glanced over at me after she said that, then got up and left the room. I looked at her as she walked away, her tight jeans molding her ass and said to myself, "Damn, I'm addicted to her ass. I can't keep my eyes off of that ass of hers."
After lunch, I went back to my cabin to rest and get cleaned up. I changed my jeans which were stiff from cumming in them. I was lying down on my bed staring up at the ceiling. At ten of three, I went to the truck and sat there wondering what Sherry's "movie" would be but remembered her say to look for a hitchhiker.
While I drove my truck down Rt. 177, I stopped at the intersection and then turned left and headed down the road towards town. There was no traffic and I drove looking out for someone hitchhiking. The road curved and just as I came around the bend, I saw a girl in a short skirt on the side of the road walking. As I approached she turned and put her thumb out. She was wearing sunglasses and had long red hair and was wearing a really short black mini skirt and a red turtle neck sweater. She had on cowboy boots and was carrying a backpack over her shoulder. I didn't recognize her but pulled over to the side of the road, wondering who this red headed hitchhiker was.
She came to the truck and I leaned over to open the door and saw it was Sherry. "Interesting movie," I mumbled to myself as I looked at her red haired wig.
"Hey, thanks for stoppin' mister," she said. "Ah been on this here road for an hour and yer the first one who came along." She smiled. "Can ah hitch a ride with ya, mister."
"Sure, get in." I said. "Where are you going?"
She climbed in my truck and threw her backpack in back of the seat. When she sat down, her short black skirt slid high on her thighs. I couldn't help but notice how her tits were stretching the tight red turtle neck sweater, her nipples jutting out as she leaned back.
"Sure feels good to sit mah ass down," she said as she stretched out her long legs. She still had her sun glasses on. We hadn't moved yet and I asked again, "So where are you going?"
"Don't know yet," she answered. "Ah'm just gettin' me as far from here as ah can."
I looked at her then started up the truck. She turned to me and asked, "So where are you headin'?"
"I'm not sure," I answered. "Just out for a drive,"
"Well, ain't that nice," she said. "Ah guess Ah'm lucky you came along and was just takin' a drive."
I was having trouble keeping my eyes off of her thighs and the cowboy boots gave her long legs an extra sexy look.
"So what's your name?" I asked, looking at her.
"Mary Jane," she answered. "What's yers?"
"Pete," I answered.
"Well, for Pete's sake," she said and laughed. "Ah knew a guy named Pete, once. He was a great fuck!"
"Really," I said surprised by her answer.
"Yeah, he's workin' on some farm near here, "she answered. "Man, he sure knows how to screw a girl," she went on. "Just thinking 'bout Pete gets me horny."
I couldn't believe my ears as she spoke. I looked over at her as she ran her fingers through her long red hair. We drove for a few minutes as I tried to think of something to say.
"So why do you want to get so far away from here?" I asked.
"Just to find fresh meat," she said.
"Meat? I asked. "What do you mean?"
"You know. Cock. Big fat cocks."
