When I was 18, like many of my friends, often hitch-hiked to a distant destination and for the return home since none of us had cars at that point. It was a very hot August day and I had been visiting a buddy of mine who had moved to a home that was 20 miles from the old neighborhood. Even though I was wearing a t-shirt and Bermuda shorts, I was really hot and sweating heavily as I was thumbing a ride home in the early evening. A big late model Chrysler pulled over and I jumped in the front seat. The driver, a man probably in his 50s asked me where I was headed. I told him and he said he was going right by there. He had the a/c on high and it felt really good even though my t-shirt was soaked with sweat.
From the outset he was friendly, easy going and talkative. We talked sports, how my summer was going and just general chit chat. He joked a bit and brushed my knee with his hand as he was joking. He seemed a nice guy and made me feel at ease. He noticed how sweaty I was and said that I must be thirsty and I said that I kinda was. He apologized that all he had was beer and offered me a can of Budweiser. Although I had not yet developed a fondness for beer I was extremely thirsty and the idea of having one at that point was really attractive. He also handed me a towel and suggested that I take my shirt off to towel off. I did and the a/c felt really good against my bare skin and I told him so.
I took a couple of swigs and sat back against the corner of the passenger door and the back of the seat. Almost immediately I felt the effects of the beer, relaxed a bit and swung my left leg up so that my knee was resting sideways on the seat. He looked over at me, chuckled and asked me if it tasted good? I said that it really did. He patted the side of my knee and just kept talking to me. As he talked he seemed really interested in me. Asking me questions about myself and always responding to me in a very positive way. No one had ever spoken to me that way before and it seemed he was really interested in me and it felt good. And I didn't mind when he rested his hand on my knee.
When I finished the beer he asked how I was and I said I was ok but in reality I had tossed it down rather quickly, on an empty stomach and was feeling the beer's effects. What I did notice for the first time was that his right hand which had been resting on my knee was now just above my knee on my inner thigh. He glanced over and saw me looking at his hand but didn't say anything or move his hand. It felt a little strange but I didn't move my leg or push his hand away. I wasn't really sure why I didn't. I felt a little confused and was really feeling that beer, leaned my head back against the door and shut my eyes. I don't think I actually dozed off even though I was a little drowsy. When I opened my eyes I was surprised to notice that I had a hard-on and it was showing. Then I noticed that his hand was higher up my inner thigh and he was lightly moving his index finger back and forth across my skin and it felt good. He looked over at me and said in a very soft and reassuring voice that it was alright and that he understood.
I remember feeling very conflicted at that point and didn't really understand what was happening inside me. I was confused, not really uncomfortable but not completely at ease either but one thing I knew for certain was that I was turned on. And his hand felt good on my thigh and his voice was soft and warm and friendly and - - - nice.
It was then that I noticed that it had gotten dark, it had started to rain and that the car had stopped moving. I looked outside and from what I could see we were in the parking lot behind what I guessed was a grocery store. I didn't see any other cars. I felt a moment of panic but then he said that it was alright, that everything was ok, that I didn't need to be afraid, that he would never hurt me or ask me to do anything I didn't want to do. No one had ever said anything like that to me before, he was gentle and soft spoken and warm and he just sounded so - - - nice.
