I’ve gotta get home, thumbing my way back West, when after an hour a car pulls up just ahead.
“Hope in, Sweetie. Where’re you heading?”
“California.”
I’m grateful, happy to escape the blistering Amarillo heat. I hop in and take a good look at my savior - mutton dressed as lamb springs to mind, but she’s looking at me like I’m the lamb, and she’s the cougar, looking at me with hungry eyes and a coy smile.
“I wish I could take you all the way, but I’m only going as far a Albuquerque.”
“That’d be great. It’s one step closer to home.”
She drives along the I-40, touching my shoulder a little too often, squeezing my thigh more than once.
I’m sure her skirt is slowly getting shorter, and at some point while I admire the Rockies, she must’ve unbuttoned her blouse some ‘cos now I can clearly see a suggestion of her ample bosom.
Despite the age gap and her weathered face, I find myself aroused.
We approach Alburquerque, she turns to me once more.
“I’m gonna get a motel room and a couple bottles of wine. Wanna join me?”
I’m only 16 hours from home now.
“Sure, why not?”
We drink the wine. Well, she drinks almost two bottles while I take tiny sips.
She passes out.
I’ve gotta get home.
I take her keys and drive all night.
I dump the car and get to the hospital just in time for the birth of my first child.