Because Barry had three weeks, he was not going to stay just on the interstates, but was going to go whichever way the cars took him. After a few rides on I-10, a new Thunderbird slowed, then pulled onto the shoulder. Barry hurried to the car, tossing his backpack into the back seat. It wasn't until he was getting into the car that he noticed the driver. She was several years older than he, maybe in her late 20's or early 30's. She smiled as Barry got into the car.
"I don't usually pick up hitch-hikers but you just looked different, safe," she said, smiling. Barry thanked her, trying not to be too obvious in his glances. "Where are go going...uummm...."
"Barry, I'm Barry. I'm going to San Francisco. I start classes in 3 weeks," Barry replied.
"I'm Marisa," she smiled, her fingers playing with the gearshift knob. They chatted for the next several miles. Marisa was wearing a short, tight skirt that came just to the top of her thighs. Several times she let her hand slide onto her bare thigh, letting her fingers slip along her inner thigh. She was also wearing a silk blouse that did little to hide her ample breasts. When the light hit her just right, which wasn't often enough for Barry, he could see through her blouse, seeing not only her bra but her breasts, too. After a while, Marisa told Barry that she was turning off the interstate and heading northwest on a highway, and offered to let him out.
"A long as I am going in the right general directions, I don't care what road I take," Barry said. Marisa smiled, and continued north. While on a back road, something caught under the wheels and began making a noise. Barry offered to check it, so Marisa pulled off to the side.
