Our eyes met as I came out of the general store. She was sitting on the bench where people could wait for the bus. My initial reaction was that she was sexy in a cheap sort of way, like a beautiful hooker in the city. I regularly paid local girls for sex so I wasn't passing judgement, just making an observation. She wore a halter top and cut off jeans and her flipflops were on the ground beside her as she held her knees in her arms. Her hair, cut at neck length, was jet black and very straight, something you rarely see. I thought she might be an American Indian. Her face looked vaguely semitic which told me nothing except that it was a face you could look at for a very long time without getting tired of it.
She got up and walked up to me. Now I knew that she was tall, thin with the tiniest titties. She wore no bra as her nipples poked at the fabic of her shirt. She momentarily smiled and said,
"If you're going North could I have a ride?"
"Sure, but I'm only going eight miles." I said.
"That's ok. I can't sit here anymore." she said giving me a look. You can tell in an instant that something is going to happen between the two of you and I'll be damned if I wasn't willing.
"How old are you and what's your name?" I said.
"Esther." she said. "I'm nineteen. How about you?"
