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Janya loved her night rides more than anything in the world.
As much as her parents attempted to discourage it, nothing made Janya happier than waiting until nightfall and then hopping into her vintage convertible and driving off into the distance. There was something freeing, something adventurous, about the open road, particularly at night when other travelers were few and far in between. She would take a different route each night, and more often than not ended up driving all night before pulling back into her parents’ driveway in the wee hours of the morning in hopes of catching at least a few hours of sleep before rushing off to class at the local community college. The fact that spring semester had ended two weeks ago and she was currently between part-time jobs meant Janya had even more time for her nightly forays, and so there was hardly a night when she wasn’t out driving around town or venturing even further beyond.
It was on such a warm summer night that Janya found herself driving down an empty highway, miles upon miles from home. She smiled as she felt the wind blow through her brown hair, having lowered the roof on the convertible so she could feel the cool air upon her skin. The car had originally belonged to her grandfather, an immigrant from India who had grown enamored with American cars shortly after arriving in the country. Of the many cars he had purchased over his lifetime, the red convertible Janya drove at the moment was the only one his family still had possession of. The convertible was so old that it couldn’t even be suitably labeled ‘retro,’ but Janya loved it all the same, and she had spent more than she wished to admit working to maintain the vehicle and keeping it in working condition despite being far past its prime.
Janya, on the other hand, was most certainly in her prime by any definition of the word. A beautiful young woman with light almond skin and warm brown hair that flowed behind her like a movie star, she had curves in all the right places, and had encountered quite her fair share of suitors over the years. Indeed, she had been described as “drop-dead gorgeous” on more than one occasion, though usually by men more than twice her age, having only just recently turned nineteen. Her clothing that evening only accentuated her natural good looks, her off-the-shoulder top revealing a tantalizing amount of skin while emphasizing her rather voluptuous chest, and her frayed denim short-shorts leaving very little to the imagination.
None of which was for anyone else but her, of course, as she had no intention of running into anyone so far out in the middle of nowhere, male, female, or otherwise. Feeling the wind in her hair and hearing the sound of tires rumbling on pavement was all Janya desired as she drove farther and farther down the long stretch of road she had selected that evening, a smile on her face and adventure in her heart. Already past midnight, it was far too late for anyone but her and the occasional trucker to be on the road anyway.
All of which explains why Janya was so surprised when she did see someone else on the road. Or, rather, on the side of the road.
Slowing down a little so she could get a better look, and perhaps to ensure her eyes weren’t playing a trick on her, Janya looked far ahead and saw what looked to be a young man standing along the side of the road with his thumb cocked out. How and why a hitchhiker might be out in the middle of nowhere so late at night confused Janya, particularly along this isolated stretch of road. And, though her parents had warned her to never pick up a hitchhiker, the young woman nonetheless felt strangely compelled to at least stop and ask if the young man was alright, her curiosity – or perhaps her sense of adventure – getting the better of her.
The young man didn’t seem to move a muscle as the convertible slowed and eventually came to a stop almost right in front of him, and Janya took the opportunity to try to get a better look at him. The fact that it was already after midnight on a lonely stretch of road meant that the young man was difficult to make out to begin with, but something about his hair, his eyes, and his clothing seemed to make it even more of a challenge still, as though he wasn’t even fully there. Nonetheless, from what little Janya could see, he seemed harmless, a slender young man with messy hair that fell over his eyes and wearing baggy jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt bearing the name of a metal band she had never heard of.
In other words, just an ordinary guy. Maybe a little 90s in how he dressed, and in desperate need of a haircut, but otherwise clean shaven and unassuming, at least from what Janya could see.
“It’s a little late to be hitchhiking,” Janya said after a few awkward moments of silence passed between them, in which the young man merely stood there, as though waiting for her to make the first move. “Do you need help?”
It took another moment for the young man to answer, his face grimacing a little, as though he hadn’t done so in a very long time, and when he did, it was in a voice that sounded oddly distant, even somewhat ethereal in nature.
“I had some car trouble,” he finally said, his voice soft but mysterious. He spoke carefully, and a little slowly, as though unsure of his own words or where they were coming from. “Would you mind giving me a lift?”
“Where are you going?” Janya asked, still trying to be as friendly as could be, and gauging whether she was in any actual danger, though she highly doubted it at this point. The young man told her, and she smiled, knowing the town was in the next county over. “You’re in luck. It’s a bit of a drive, but that’s exactly what I’m looking for. Hop in.”
And with that, he did, quietly and smoothly, making not a single sound as he opened the door to the convertible, took his seat, and then closed it behind him.
“Remember to buckle up,” Janya reminded him as she put the car back into drive. “Safety first.”
The young man smiled at that, just a little, as though she had told some kind of sardonic joke, but he did as she asked. “Of course. Safety first.”
And then they were off, Janya pulling back onto the road and then taking off as fast as the speed limit would permit her. If the hitchhiker was at all concerned about her speed or the quality of her driving, he made no note of it, simply sitting there in the passenger seat and staring straight ahead, almost as though he wasn’t there at all. Eventually, Janya all but forgot he was there, and felt herself settle back into her usual driving routine as though she was still alone, allowing the wind to blow through her hair with a smile on her face.
They drove in complete silence at first, with Janya focusing on the road ahead and her mysterious passenger remaining as quiet and as still as the grave. She snuck a few glances his way from time to time, no longer worried he might secretly be a serial killer, but still interested about this young man she had picked up on the side of the road. He was cute, she had decided, in a retro 90s kind of way, slender but not thin, and a little on the pale side, but with an atmosphere of mystique about him that she found remarkably endearing. The only thing she could never seem to get a lock on were his eyes, which seemed dark and set deep in his face, always hidden by his messy hair. Indeed, Janya happened to be leaning in a little in hopes of catching a glimpse when her passenger finally spoke up, startling her slightly.
“Thank you,” he said all of a sudden, his voice as soft and ethereal as ever, almost difficult to hear over the sound and speed of the car. He didn’t even turn to look at Janya as he spoke. “For giving me a ride. I had been out there for a long time, but you were the only person to stop. It was very kind of you."
“It’s okay,” Janya responded a second or two later, shrugging in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner and hoping he hadn’t caught her checking him out. “Middle of the night, middle of nowhere, I figured you needed some help. And if I didn't stop, who would?”
“Who, indeed,” the young man confirmed, another small smile on his face, as though she had said something funny. “I would like to compensate you, If I could. For the inconvenience. And for your generosity.”
Janya smiled at the offer, but shook her head nonetheless. “You don’t have to do that. A good deed is its own reward, right?”
“Please, I insist,” her passenger tried again, undeterred. Turning a little, he placed an arm on the door of the convertible and rubbed it gently, almost affectionately, as though admiring the vehicle. “This is a beautiful car. I imagine it must cost a small fortune to keep it in working condition.”
“You have no idea,” Janya admitted without thinking, her smile tightening a little as she did so. She didn’t like to think about how much of her own money she had put into keeping her grandfather’s convertible running after all these years.
There was silence, then, as though the young man had picked up on the fact that talking about the cost of her car somehow mad her uncomfortable. Janya actually appreciated the fact he could take a hint, unlike many other young men she knew, dropping the topic almost immediately. Nodding simply, he turned back around to face the road again, as expressionless as before, with his hair barely even moving in the wind. It wasn’t until they were over halfway to their destination, with the young man’s town in the distance, that he chose to spoke again, softly, carefully, and perhaps even tentatively.
“If you won’t let me pay for the ride,” he began, again speaking slowly and carefully, as though from a distance, “then, maybe you would be willing to accept payment for…something else?”
“Yeah?” Janya asked, her interest piqued, despite herself. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
“I thought, perhaps,” the young man said, turning to look at her as he did so, “we could spend some time together.”
Then, quietly, carefully, he placed his hand on Janya’s knee, making his intentions clear. The young woman shuddered at the young man’s touch, not only because of the unwelcome gesture and the implications of what he was offering, but also because his hand was almost unbearably cold, as though he had been standing for hours in a blizzard instead of the warm summer night.
“Please don’t get the wrong idea,” he went on, as though he felt the anger and indignity emanating off Janya and sought to assure her before it resulted in violence. “I don’t do this kind of thing often. In fact, I’ve never done this before. It’s just been so long. So damn long. Lingering alone out here for as long as I have…I’m lonely. I’m so lonely it hurts. And then…”
He turned to her, then, a sad look upon his face, as though he was looking upon a work of art he knew to be fleeting, a treasure which he felt he could never truly appreciate the way it should be appreciated.
“And then you came along.”
His hand was still on Janya’s knee, cold as it was, but he wasn’t gripping her, as though attempting to indicate she was in no danger. Despite everything, Janya found it almost endearing, even if she didn’t fully understand what he was saying. He spoke as though he had been standing alongside the road for years, for decades even, but surely he couldn’t have been there for more than a few hours?
And yet, perhaps because of the sound of his voice, or maybe the way his hand rested on her knee, Janya felt at least a little sympathetic for her passenger, sensing he was at least telling the truth about his loneliness. It seemed to surround him like a brooding cloud, suffocating him, compelling her to reach out to him. Regardless, as cute as he was and as sympathetic as she felt for him, the young man was still propositioning her for sex, and Janya wasn’t about to simply let that go. He seemed to sense this, however, and broke the brief silence again before she could object, turning to face the road once again as he spoke.
“I understand if you say no,” he told her, his voice layered with sorrow and loneliness, as though he was being deprived of the greatest gift the universe could bestow upon him. “Hell, I understand if you kick me out of the car right now. But…you might be the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And, well, if I didn't at least ask you, I don't think I'd ever forgive myself.”
Despite everything, Janya felt her heart flutter in her chest a little upon hearing the young man say such kind words, and in such a way as though he both understood the significance of what he was asking and the impossibility of ever receiving it. Circumstances aside, it was one of the sweetest things a boy had ever said to her in an attempt to get in her pants, and she couldn’t help but blush a little at the compliment, said so earnestly she knew he was telling the truth. Indeed, the sincerity in which he spoke was one of the only two reasons Janya hadn’t already pushed him out of the moving vehicle.
The other reason was, well…she could really use the money.
As much as Janya hated to admit it, her grandfather’s convertible was becoming increasingly expensive to maintain, and she had already spent far more money on maintaining it than even her parents or friends knew. Indeed, more than a reasonable amount of the money she made when she was working was to keep the car in working condition, and if it wasn’t for the vehicle, she might have even been able to go to an out-of-state university instead of attending the local community college. A little money could go a long way into keeping the car running…
“How much?” Janya finally asked aloud, almost surprising herself, as though her mouth had made the decision before her mind had. The embarrassment set in almost immediately. “If…if I do this, I mean. How much money?”
The young man turned to look at her again, his eyes still entirely covered by his messy hair, but with a small and friendly smile on his face. He seemed surprised, at least a little, but he remained as rigid and enigmatic as ever, even as he rubbed her knee a little, sending another chill running down her spine from the coolness of his touch.
“How much do you want?” he asked, his voice still soft but now also with a hint of anticipation, enough to make her blush a little.
Janya thought quickly. How much did someone usually charge for something like this? How much would it be worth for her? Hell, how much would be too much? She had no idea!
“A thousand,” she finally told him, still flustered and hoping it was an acceptable number.
“Okay,” the young man said, surprising Janya a little, as though she had expected him to decline upon hearing so high a price.
“And…and I want to see the money first,” Janya added after a few seconds, once she got over her initial surprise. “To make sure you have it, I mean. If that’s okay.”
“Of course.”
With that, the young man finally let go of Janya’s knee in order to reach into the pocket of his pants and pull out a pristine wallet she would have assumed belonged to someone in much nicer clothing. Her eyes went as wide as dinner plates, then, as he opened the wallet to reveal stacks upon stacks of one-hundred-dollar bills, more money than she had ever seen in her entire life, so much that she almost drove the car right off the road in her shock.
“Would you like me to count it?” the young man asked.
“Uh, no, that’s okay,” Janya responded, her heart pounding in her chest at the sight of so much money in one place. Any doubt she had of going through with their tryst had officially disappeared, and now she was trying just to keep her cool. “So, um, where exactly did you want to…?”
The young man smiled. “I know a place.”
The ‘place’ of which he spoke ended up being, to Janya’s surprise, a small cemetery on the outskirts of town and at the end of a long gravel road. Had he not been there to direct her, she was confident she would have never found it, and could tell right away they wouldn’t be disturbed. The graves were old and worn, the names written upon them long since lost to time, and there wasn’t even a fence built around it. Satisfied there truly was no one around to witness their little tryst, Janya parked the car at the end of the gravel road and shut it off, headlights included. For a minute, both of them simply sat there, letting the darkness and eeriness of the cemetery fall over them, as though neither of them was clear on how to proceed.
“I’m sorry,” the young man in the passenger seat said after a minute, his frown being replaced by a shy smile as he turned to look at her. “Like I said, I’ve never done this before. Not like this, I mean.”
Janya merely smiled, realizing it was up to her to get things started. “That’s okay. I have a pretty good idea about where to begin…”
With that, the beautiful young woman reached over and placed her hand on the young man’s crotch, feeling his erection immediately, and rubbing him gently through his pants. A few moments later, she had his pants undone and was reaching into his boxers in order to pull out his hardened cock, gasping a little as she felt his dick was as cold as his hands. Nonetheless, she pushed through, and smiled when at last she freed his meat, a shudder of pleasure running down her spine as she took at look at it first time, realizing she wanted nothing more than to have it inside her one way or the other. She began stroking it immediately, not only to pleasure her passenger, but also to warm him up at least a little.
Janya had never given head in a car before, and certainly not in her beloved grandfather’s vintage convertible, but she had always wanted to do so, and it showed in how enthusiastically she leaned over and soon wrapped her lips around the young man’s cock. The hitchhiker allowed himself a gasp of pleasure as he both watched and felt his lover take his girth into her mouth, her warm lips soon closing over his cool penis as she began licking up and down his shaft. Janya closed her eyes as she worked, focusing entirely on the cock in her mouth as she began bobbing her head, slowly at first, then picking up speed as she began to adjust.
Within minutes, the young man was leaning back in his seat as Janya sucked his dick like she had been born to do it, her hand stroking his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, up and down, up and down. His cock was still unnaturally cold, but the young woman refused to let that stop her, and instead tried to warm it up with her mouth as best she could. She even smiled a little as she felt the young man’s dick twitch and throb in her mouth, taking pride in how deep she was able to take him right from the very beginning. The fact that she could both feel and hear her lover react to her ministrations only further drove her on, until the fact that she was being paid to this was almost forgotten as she lost herself in her role.
“Mmmmm…” she moaned lightly as she closed her eyes and bobbed her head up and down, her hand stroking whatever portion of the passenger’s cock she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Every movement seemed to push the cock deeper and deeper into her throat, only further encouraging her to swallow as much of it as she could. “Mmmmmm…”
It had been a long time since she had done this last, Janya thought to herself, a realization that dawned upon her as she found herself savoring the taste and texture of the dick being pushed and pulled into her mouth. She had never particularly enjoyed giving head before, though she had been told she was quite good at it, but she was certainly enjoying this, taking great pleasure in feeling the young man’s meat filling her mouth. Perhaps it was the fact that her lover was a stranger, or maybe even the fact she was being paid to please him, but something about the situation excited her as it never had with any of her previous lovers, and she soon threw herself fully into the experience.
Above, the young man seemed to enjoy the experience every bit as much as Janya did, if not more, his head leaning back against the passenger seat as the beautiful young woman enthusiastically stuffed her mouth full of his cock. He thrust gently upwards into her mouth in time with her sucking, not enough to throw her off balance, but certainly enough to demonstrate his own satisfaction. He felt Janya’s warmth and wetness wrapped around his pulsing shaft, tightening and sucking, as though trying to draw out his very soul through the tip of his penis.
“So long…” he said softly, even as he tilted his head to look down at the gorgeous young woman passionately bobbing her head in his lap, taking every inch of his dick all the way to the back of her throat. Her brown hair seemed to gleam in the gentle darkness, as did her wet and shining lips, only adding to her incredible allure. “So damn long…”
Janya heard her lover speak as she continued to suck his dick lovingly and adventurously, but paid little mind to what he said, having already heard him say such seemingly odd things when first he made this offer. He was an old soul, she figured, or simply hyperbolic by nature, and none of it detracted from how attractive she found him nor how excited she found herself as she moaned adoringly around his girth. The longer and harder she sucked, the more and more she felt him pulse and throb in her mouth, and, despite herself, she found she wanted nothing more than to taste his seed…
Alas, it was not to be, for when Janya felt her lover’s unnaturally cold hands upon her head, it wasn’t to force her down or begin thrusting into her mouth – something she had unfortunately come to expect thanks to the rough treatment she had endured from her previous lovers – but to lift her off his throbbing cock so he could look her in the eyes properly.
“I need you,” he told her, his voice so heavy with want and desire that it made Janya shudder, exciting her even further. His eyes were somehow still hidden, either by his hair or some trick of the darkness, but she felt them upon her: needy, desperate, lustful. “I need you now…”
And payment or not, right then and there, Janya felt she needed him just as badly.
Pushing herself back up and into the driver’s seat, Janya immediately went about undressing herself, just as eager as her lover to get to the good part. Her top and bra came off first, and she blushed as she felt the young man look upon her bared breasts with unrestrained adoration, as though he had never seen anything as beautiful as her soft and sizable mounds or her cute, brown nipples. She pulled off her short and panties next, her lover practically gasping as he saw her curved hips, her supple ass, and her tight but glistening pussy for the very first time. It was the first time Janya had ever been entirely naked in public, and certainly the first time she had ever been nude in her grandfather’s car, and the novelty of the experience excited her in a way she hadn’t expected. The fact that the young man was looking upon her exposed form as though he was a mere mortal gazing upon the body of a living goddess only thrilled her further, the feel of his unseen eyes on every part of her sending a shiver of pleasure running down her spine.
With her lover clearly still in a state of awe, Janya smiled and continued to take the lead by moving over to join him on the passenger seat, straddling the young man and biting her lip as she felt his throbbing prick already rubbing up against her sopping wet pussy.
“Let’s get rid of this,” she said softly as she leaned in and took hold of the young man’s long-sleeved shirt. Nodding, he worked with her to pull the shift over his head and then toss it aside, revealing his arms and chest were just as pale as his face, as though he hadn’t set foot in the sunlight in years or even decades. He was cold, too, as cold as ever, and Janya got goosebumps just from touching his icy flesh.
Not that any of that was going to stop Janya from getting what she wanted.
Reaching down and taking hold of her lover’s cock, doing her best not to shiver as she felt how cold it still was, she positioned herself so she was hovering just above the head of his throbbing meat. She rubbed it against the wet and sensitive lips of her needy pussy, shuddering from both the cold as well as the anticipation. Then, with one hand on the passenger seat and with her eyes closed so she could better concentrate, Janya lowered herself onto the young man’s swollen erection, gasping as she felt it slowly slide inside of her.
The young woman noticed two things about her lover’s cock almost immediately: one, that it was literally so unnaturally cold that the chill seemed to penetrate her very core, throwing her into a full-body shiver; and two, it nonetheless felt amazingly, almost impossibly, good. Janya felt as though she had gone her entire life missing something, something she hadn’t even realized she was missing until she finally felt it buried inside her. The young man fit inside her perfectly, just long enough, just thick enough, stretching her needy pussy in exactly the right way.
“Ohhhh, fuck…!” she gasped softly as she sat in her lover’s lap, wriggling her bare hips as she felt the young man’s cock buried deep, deep, deep inside her. Every little movement sent wave upon wave of pleasure crashing over her, and it was only with great strength of will that she kept herself from orgasming right then and there.
“You feel…perfect,” the hitchhiker told her as he placed his cold hands on Janya’s hips, gripping her as he thrust upward ever so slightly, as though trying to feel just how deep he could bury himself inside the young woman.
“You, too,” Janya replied truthfully, finally opening her eyes and placing her hands on her lover’s icy shoulders as she graced him with a sultry and needy smile. “Let’s see what else I can make you feel…”
With that, the young woman began to slowly lift herself up off her lover’s cock, whimpering adorably as she felt inch after inch of him slide out of her until only his head was still inside her…and then she brought herself sliding right back down, moaning throatily as she felt it fill her again, taking the entire length until he bottomed out inside her. The young man’s freezing hands tightened their grip on her naked hips as he felt her slick and welcoming pussy tighten around his pulsing cock, enveloping him in her warmth and beauty.
Janya took it slowly at first, allowing both herself and her lover to adjust to the new sensations rocking through their bodies as she lifted herself up and down on his cock, stroking his meat with her sick and sensitive cunt. She tightened her grip on the young man’s shoulders to better anchor herself as she began moving up and down, up and down, up and down, practically fucking herself on his cock. Little gasps and moans of pleasure began to escape her mouth more and more frequently the faster and harder she went, and soon she even found herself throwing her head back and groaning in ecstasy as she felt the young man stretch her love canal as no other boy ever had before.
As such, it wasn’t long before Janya was riding her mysterious passenger as passionately and as enthusiastically as she had sucked his dick only minutes before, arching her back and bucking her hips as she moved atop him, taking him harder, faster, and deeper inside her. Her lover fought to match her movement for movement by thrusting upwards into her in time with her bucking, even moving his hands from her hips to her supple and bountiful ass as he steadied her atop him. The two moved together perfectly, magically, until both were giving as good as they got, and Janya swore she had never felt anything as good as this mysterious young man and his immaculate cock.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh emanated from the car as both Janya and her lover picked up speed, her perfect ass smacking into his lap as she brought herself crashing down on his cock again and again. He only seemed to squeeze her behind harder and harder in return, still thrusting upwards into her deeper and deeper still. Indeed, their movements had become so strong that the convertible itself began to shake and rock slightly, a development which brought a smile to Janya’s face.
Thank god her grandfather wasn’t alive to see what had become of his car, she thought to herself as she bounced up and down on the hitchhiker’s swollen cock, her tits bouncing and her bare back slick with sweat. Not that it would have mattered much right then and there, considering how fully and how thoroughly she was throwing herself into the situation at hand.
“Uh! Uh! Uh! Fuck! Oh…!” Janya found herself moaning and gasping as she rode her lover as fast and as hard as she could, practically bouncing in his lap as she took his cock deeper and deeper inside her needy pussy. She reveled in the feel of the young man’s hands gripping her shapely buttocks as well as the sensation of his throbbing dick stretching her wider and wider the longer she rode him up and down, up and down, up and down. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…!”
The young man, meanwhile, had the best seat available, leaning back in the passenger seat as he steadied the beautiful young woman riding his cock like it was the last thing she would ever do. She leaned her head back as she bounced on his cock, fully revealing herself to him and causing her long brown hair to flutter out behind her majestically. So wantonly was she riding him that her large and supple breasts bounced up and down majestically in time with her movements, practically hypnotizing the young man with their grace and beauty. Squeezing Janya’s ass tighter still with one hand, he released her buttocks with the other and instead took hold of one of the young woman’s bouncing breasts, groping and manhandling it with feverish delight. She seemed not only to enjoy this rough treatment, but even encourage it, for the young man watched as she whipped her head back around and looked down upon him with nothing but desire gleaming in her beautiful brown eyes.
“Grab my tits…” she told him between moans, biting her lip as she continued to ride him desperately, passionately, every one of his thrusts up into her cunt powerful enough to send a miniature orgasm crashing over her shapely form. “P-Please. I know you want to. So do I.”
The young man acquiesced. Releasing Janya’s glorious ass at last, he instead reached up and took hold of both of her bouncing breasts, wrapping his cold fingers around the warm mounds and squeezing them almost hungrily. He felt her nipples harden under his cold touch, rubbing against the palms of his hands as he groped her chest, having never before felt anything so wonderfully soft. And Janya, in return, savored the sensation of her lover’s hands on her breasts, groping and squeezing them, even as she rode him harder and harder, as though dedicated to demonstrate her love to him, this hitchhiker, this stranger, this man whose name she didn’t even know…
It was no longer about the money for Janya at this point, and hadn’t been since the moment she first felt the young man’s cock pressing against the needy lips of her pussy. Even as cold as he was, as awkward and mysterious, as oddly rigid in his movements, he had become everything to her, her body his for the taking whenever and however he wanted her. She no longer even cared if they were somehow discovered out here in the middle of nowhere, and indeed part of her wished there was something watching from afar, watching as she made beautiful love to this mysterious young man who made her feel like a goddess. The car shook and rocked and bounced up and down in time with Janya’s bucking hips and her rolling breasts, but to her it felt as though the entire world was in sync with their fucking, and rightly so.
“Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god!” Janya moaned and cried, her voice growing louder the longer she rode the young man and the deeper she felt him inside her. The feel of his cock in her cunt and his hands on her breasts had become too much for her, far too much, and there were practically tears in her eyes as she begged her lover to fuck her to the very precipice. “Just like that! Just like that! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…!”
If the young man responded to her in any way, Janya didn’t hear it, everything except her lover and her grandfather’s convertible all but fading away into nothingness as she lost herself to the wonders of sex. She felt only the summer air upon her skin, her lover’s hands upon her breasts, his cock plunging deeper and deeper into her as she begged still for more and more. She was a wild woman, an amazon, a nymph, more than anything she had ever been before, a spirit of nothing but freedom and pleasure and release, sweet release…
“I’m…I’m coming,” the young man hissed, temporarily bringing Janya back to reality, but only so she could hear the one thing she had longed to hear for so long now. His hands were gripping her bouncing breasts almost painfully hard now, tightening and squeezing, and his hips were thrusting up into his lover at increasingly desperate speeds. “I’m think I’m going to – ”
“Cum inside me!” Janya exclaimed without thinking, running entirely on instinct and listening to nothing but what her body and her lover wanted right then and there. She shook and shuddered as her own greatest orgasm was crashing down around her, and the only thing she wanted more than to fall backwards into her own pleasure was to feel her lover’s seed inside her. “Please, oh, please…!”
They came at the same time, then, with Janya crying so loudly her voice almost gave out as she felt the most powerful orgasm of her entire life completely break her apart, causing her entire body to tighten and spasm wildly as she all but collapsed on her lover. The hitchhiker likewise groaned loudly as he buried himself to the hilt in Janya’s cunt and released his seed, firing spurt after spurt of freezing cold cream into her warm and welcoming womb. If Janya had thought the young man’s flesh was cold, it was nothing compared to his spunk, and the young woman soon found herself shivering as what felt like liquid ice shot straight up into her body and filled her pussy until she could feel it leaking out of her cunt.
The two of them laid together after, catching their breath and holding one another, with Janya all but laying on top of the young man as he leaned back in the passenger seat. He thrust up into her now and then, and Janya giggled lightly as she grinded her hips back down into his lap, as though both of them were still trying to squeeze as much pleasure out of the other as they could. When at last Janya felt she had caught her breath, she pushed herself up and sat back against the glove compartment of the convertible, shivering a little as she felt sweat drip from her damp hair and soaking wet back.
“Was that…satisfactory?” she asked coyly, smiling a little as she brushed some of her hair out of her face and enjoyed the feel of the warm summer air on her naked body, sore though she was.
“It was perfect,” the young man responded, smiling that small, mysterious smile of his, his own chest seemingly devoid of any and all sweat, and still as cold as ever despite everything. Remarkably, his eyes were still hidden, as though they weren’t there at all. “Though I was hoping it didn’t necessarily have to end…”
And, despite herself, Janya smiled then as she pushed herself back up and leaned in towards the young man, already feeling his softening cock begin to harden inside of her yet again.
“Well,” she said softly, biting her lip in anticipation, “I suppose you should get your money’s worth…”
Janya thus spent the rest of the night in an almost constant state of sexual bliss, allowing her lover to have her in any way and every way he wanted.
He fucked her in the backseat, slamming his cock into her ever-needy pussy as she arched her back beneath him and dug her nails into his back, her long legs stretching upwards towards the heavens above…
He fucked her from behind as she propped herself up against the trunk of the convertible, her hands pressed against the cool metal of the vehicle, her tits bouncing wildly and her ass slapping back against the young man’s thrusting hips…
He even fucked her on the hood of her beloved convertible, with her legs spread and her head thrown back against the windshield as he pounded into her harder and harder, faster and faster, her bare ass slipping and sliding along the hood…
It wasn’t until the night was coming to an end and the morning was about to arrive that both Janya and her lover seemed to finally run out of steam, and even then, she had insisted they go out with one last act of intimacy. Dropping to her knees on the gravel outside the car, she had proceeded to suck the young man’s dick as lovingly and as passionately as she could until she knew he couldn’t hold back any longer, at which point she pulled back and presented her gorgeous face to him as she stroked him to the end. Janya thus closed her eyes and smiled as she felt her lover ejaculate all over her face, coating her flesh and hair in that icy cold spunk she had come to know and love.
“There, now we’re done,” she told the young man as she wiped some of his cum off her face and opened her eyes, smiling at him as she licked her lips clean of his seed. “I like to think I’ve earned every penny.”
The young man smiled then, as he looked down at her, his form flickering oddly as the sun began to rise directly behind him. He was as naked as she was now, having ditched his pants, making it all the more noticeable when his body, already deathly pale, seemed to grow paler still, as though it was fading away into nothingness.
“You have,” he answered her as she watched on in confusion, his smile growing strangely sad as he looked down upon the gorgeous girl covered in his cum. “Thank you.”
And then, just like that, he was gone.
Janya blinked. Then she blinked again. Then she closed her eyes, counted to ten, and opened them again, but the young man was still gone, having vanished into thin air, as though he had never been there to begin with.
Janya sat there on her knees in the uncomfortable gravel with icy cold cum still hardening on her face for almost three whole minutes, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what had just happened. She knew the young man hadn’t run off; he had simply disappeared with the breaking of the dawn, his form fading away into nothingness as though the light of day revealed him for what he really was.
A ghost.
Several odd things about the young man suddenly made sense to Janya. His talk of lingering and loneliness, his outdated clothing, the darkness over his eyes, how every inch of his flesh was literally as cold as the grave…
The young woman groaned. She had heard the stories of the vanishing hitchhiker her entire life – who hadn’t? – but she had never given such tales any credence. Hitchhikers didn’t suddenly disappear from moving vehicles, or upon reaching their destination. Such things simply didn’t happen in the rational world. Ghosts, after all, weren’t real.
Or so she had thought.
Sighing, Janya finally stood up, wiping the last of the phantom’s cum from her face and wincing a little from how sore she felt from several hours of being fucked silly. She was just about to get dressed and head back home emptyhanded with a story she could never tell anyone when she felt a sudden shiver run down her spine, as though someone had walked over her grave, and she found herself compelled to look into the convertible.
There, sitting neatly on the passenger seat, was a stack of one-hundred-dollar bills secured with a sturdy metal clip.