My Chevy Van

My heart thumping, I pulled up to her and leaned over to roll down the passenger window. She smiled widely and stepped up to the window, and leaned in. Her shirt had several buttons undone, apparently only held together by the shirt tails tied together. I could plainly see she wasn't wearing a bra as her shirt billowed down, exposing her breasts. My mouth started watering, but before I lost my ability to speak, I swallowed hard and asked, "Where are you headed?"

She smiled widely at my question and answered, "Wherever you're going, I guess."

I basked in the warmth of her smile and smiled in return. Making sure she realized what she was getting into, I said, "I'm on my way to California, so I'm headed west."

"That's fine by me," she answered as she straightened up, opened the door, slung her backpack in on the passenger side floor, and climbed up on the passenger seat. She pulled the door shut, turned, and reached over the engine hump, saying, "My name is Glory, by the way."

I took her hand in mine, and a shock traveled up my arm and exploded throughout my body, forcing a small moan to escape my lips. Glory's eyes widened and dilated to nearly black as she must have heard me. Before I could crawl over the engine hump and ravage her mouth with mine, I managed to check myself and said, "My name is Sam. I'm glad to meet you, Glory."

Glory said, "Well, Sam, it's a pleasure to meet you." She squeezed my hand at the word "pleasure," sending a thrill through my body, my nipples and clit pulsing in response. My nipples ached from being so tight, and I was sure they were tenting my top, giving away my desire for this woman. I saw Glory's eyes flick down and pause on my chest as the tip of her tongue peeked out from between her lips, telling me, without any words needed, she felt the same way.

Before I lost all ability to drive, I let go of Glory's hand and turned back to face the road. As I put the van in gear, looking both ways before pulling out onto Coors Boulevard, I said, "Just let me know when you want to get off." I knew what I was saying could be interpreted two ways, but I wanted to ensure I had read Glory correctly.

I quickly got on the road and saw the I-40 West Flagstaff ramp sign right in front of me. I smiled widely, my suspicions confirmed when I heard a sultry chuckle escape Glory's lips before she said, "Oh, don't worry, Sam. You'll definitely know when I want to get off."

I stole a quick look at Glory and saw the broad smile on her face. I flashed a smile back before turning back to face the road. I took the ramp and sped up as I merged onto the highway, heading off into the sunset. I snuck another glance over to Glory and saw her leaning back in her seat, and her eyes were closed. A faint smile was on her lips, and she looked at ease. My heart fluttered at the thought that she felt so comfortable with me she could relax like that.

With thoughts of what I hoped would be happening later on when we got to Grants, I drove on in silence, waiting for Glory to start a conversation. My imagined plans began falling apart when traffic thickened up only ten minutes later and slowed to a crawl. I wondered what was happening ahead, knowing there weren't many exits between here and Grants.

Glory must have felt the van slowing down because I heard her ask, "What's happening?"

I glanced over and realized Glory must have fallen asleep because she was wiping the sleep out of her eyes as she straightened up. "Must be something going on up ahead," I offered, hoping it wasn't a fatal accident that could keep the highway closed for hours as the police performed an investigation.

"Probably an accident," Glory said. "I've heard about several of them on this stretch of highway," she added, confirming my suspicion.

Realizing we'd be here for a while, I noted that the sun was sliding below the horizon, and it was starting to get dark, so I turned on my headlights. After another five minutes, we came to a halt, no longer even crawling forward. Realizing we would be sitting here a while, I put the transmission in Neutral. I turned to Glory, smiled, and asked, "So, tell me why you don't seem to have a specific destination in mind?"

For the next hour, Glory regaled me about her life. She told me her name was Gloria Granger, but she had always gone by Glory. I don't know if she was usually this open about herself, but I was enthralled hearing about her life. From what she told me, I got the impression something was driving Glory, making her move from place to place frequently.

Glory had been born on Mt. Desert Island, not far from Bar Harbor, Maine, and was my age. She left home after graduating high school when she had a big argument with her parents. Glory had teared up when telling me about that, so I had an idea about the cause of the blowup. She didn't go into details about it, and I didn't press it.

After her abrupt departure from home, Glory traveled across the country. She hitchhiked from town to town, working mainly as a waitress for a couple of weeks or so at a stretch to make enough money to move on. She regaled me about the places she had been, the jobs she had done, and the kind people who had helped her along the way, letting her keep faith in humanity.

When Glory told me some horror stories about hitchhiking, I was glad I never had to rely on that for transportation. I commiserated with her when she got a haunted look on her face. She told me about the one time she couldn't fight hard enough to keep from getting raped when one driver decided he wanted in-kind payment for his supposed charity.

The skin and blood under her fingernails gave testimony that the rapist didn't escape unscathed when Glory finally managed to get away from him and out of the car. He quickly drove off, leaving her by the roadside, her clothes in tatters. Glory started walking down the road and found her backpack about a half mile later when the rapist decided to get rid of any evidence of the encounter. Having all her gear back, she moved on, wanting to forget the whole thing. Since that time, Glory has tried only to accept rides from women.

I reached over, took Glory's hand, and squeezed it to let her know I sympathized with her. Again, a shock exploded through my body, making me gasp. We locked eyes, and in the reflection of my headlights off of the car in front of me, I saw hope and yearning in her eyes that made me tear up and want to comfort her.

Our eyes locked. I felt stifling hot, and it was hard to breathe as we leaned toward each other. Before anything happened, a convoy of police and rescue vehicles came rushing up the shoulder to our right, sirens wailing and lights flashing, confirming our suspicions about an accident ahead. We both pulled back since the mood was broken and, with emotions thickening her voice, Glory asked, "So, Sam, what's your story?"

Not holding back, I started telling Glory my story. I knew Glory's only option was to get out and walk if she didn't like what I was saying. I opened up about my struggles with my sexuality, wondering why I was never interested in guys. Seeing Glory wasn't offended by what I was saying, I told her about my best friend Stephanie and how I had confessed my love to her, but we ended up being best friends.

I told her about my fumbled attempts to find someone during my first three years in college. I then told her about my college senior year, my relationship with Virginia, and how it ended when we graduated. I told Glory about how I had tried to find Virginia afterward, but no one knew what had happened to her. I even told her about my manager, who had killed my parents in an accident. Glory got a thoughtful look on her face while I babbled on about Virginia. Still, she said nothing, and I didn't ask about it.

Eventually, I caught up to now, telling her I was headed to Northridge, CA, to accept a software development job at Northrop. By now, I could tell Glory was just about to fall asleep. Her head was nodding, and her eyes were nearly closed. I suggested she get in the back and stretch out on my bedroll. She weakly protested through a big yawn, but I could tell she was exhausted, so I insisted.

Finally, Glory said, "Okay, Sam. I'm sorry to put you out like this, but I am exhausted." She pulled her boots off and climbed into the back. I couldn't help but enjoy the view of her ass as she crawled past me and into the back, resisting the desire to caress it. Glory sighed when she went to lie down and stretch out. "Oh, Sam, this is really comfortable."

Before I could say anything, her eyes closed, and she immediately fell asleep. I realized she must have been exhausted and emotionally drained by our talk. I imagined that hitchhiking would be stressful since you never knew for certain if the person you were riding with was decent. I kept glancing back at her as she lay there, seeing how beautiful and at peace she was. I couldn't help but notice her shirt had slipped aside, exposing her left breast. In the dim light, I could see her dark nipple and areola contrasted against her tanned skin, and my mouth watered at the thought of suckling on it, licking, sucking, and biting it.

I tore my eyes away, reminding myself I'd be no better than that rapist if I took advantage of Glory in her present state. I cursed the fact we were stuck here on the highway. After a few minutes, our lane started moving forward a car length at a time. I saw headlights approaching along the shoulder and realized cars were beginning to travel down the shoulder. I figured there might be an exit up ahead that people could use to turn around and head back to Albuquerque.

I wouldn't turn back to Albuquerque, but I could pull off the road and park for the night, so I decided to try it myself. I eased the van into gear, hoping I wouldn't disturb Glory, pulled over onto the shoulder, and crept down the road. I soon saw a sign for the To'hajilee exit, so I had correctly surmised there was an exit ahead. Eventually, I made it to the exit ramp and pulled off to the right at the end of the exit ramp. Everyone else turned left to go over the highway and get back on I40/US66E.

I drove about 100 yards down the road until the pavement ended, turning into a dirt road. I pulled off the road about ten feet and stopped. I turned off the engine and heaved a sigh. I was getting tired, too, so I was glad I had the chance to relax.

I didn't want to disturb Glory, so I just turned in my seat and stretched my legs over the engine hump so my feet were in the passenger seat. I toed my shoes off and sighed in relief as I relaxed. The moon had just come up over the horizon, and the moonlight was coming through the window, playing off Glory's hair. I could see Glory lying there, looking so peaceful and relaxed. I'm sure that was a state she usually didn't experience while traveling.

I watched her sleeping, thoughts about finding someone to share my life with going through my head. I compared her to Virginia and Stephanie, wondering why I was so attracted to a woman so different from the two with whom I had fallen in love. I realized Glory was a fascinating woman, and I fantasized about what it would be like to wander the country with her, without care, moving on frequently to see more of the world.

I watched the moon rise higher into the sky while I sat there drowsily thinking about Glory's life and how different it was from mine. After running several possible scenarios through my mind, I realized I couldn't live a life like that. I needed stability and a purpose. As much as I would like to think I could do that with the right person by my side, I knew it would quickly get old, and I'd want to settle down.

My musings were interrupted when Glory stirred, turning on her side. I watched as her eyes fluttered open, and a wide smile creased her face when she saw me watching her. "Hey, you," she murmured.

"Hey, sleepyhead," I replied softly as an equally broad smile came over my face.

"Are we there yet?" Glory asked. My whole body pulsed, watching her lithe, fit body as she thrust out her chest while stretching like a cat.

I swallowed hard before replying, "The traffic still wasn't moving, so I pulled off the highway at the first exit I encountered. As far as I can tell, we're out in the middle of nowhere, so we'll spend the night here."

Glory finished her stretch and sat up, sitting cross-legged. Noticing my eyes tracking her exposed breast, she chuckled, pulled her shirt closed, and asked, "Do you have anything to drink?"

"I have a couple of cans of beer in the cooler," I said with a smile.

"Oh? Trying to ply me with alcohol to have your way with me?" Glory asked, smiling back at me.

Sensing the flirting nature of her question, I teasingly asked, "Will it work?"

"Let's drink those beers and find out," Glory answered.

I scrambled into the back, brushing past Glory to get to the cooler. My breath caught at the closeness, and the temptation to lean in and kiss her grew, but I was sure the beers would never get touched if I did. I opened the cooler, pulled out the two cold beers, and asked, "Coors or Brown Derby?" as I turned around and sat down, facing Glory. Coors was a lager, while Brown Derby was a pilsner. Neither were porters like the one I loved made by Yuengling. While I preferred malted beers to hopped ones, I wouldn't turn my nose up to either. I gave Glory the first choice since I've never had either, and I had no preference.

"Oh, let me try the Coors," Glory said. She eagerly reached for the can as I handed it to her while I scooted up until our knees nearly touched as we sat cross-legged facing each other. Our fingers brushed, my breath hitched, and a breathy "Oh!" escaped my mouth. My nipples ached as they immediately tightened up, and my clit pulsed. My pussy got hot and wet as the shocks of that touch reverberated through my body.

Our eyes locked in the moonlight, and I could see her eyes were wide and dilated. I'm sure my eyes were the same because the moon's dim light was almost as bright as day. I fumbled for the pop-top and opened my beer, needing a drink to cool off before I burst into flames. As one, we took a drink of our beers, and I was pleasantly surprised at the taste of Brown Derby. It was crisp and cold, and I was surprised it didn't turn to steam from the heat radiating from my body. I was on fire, and the source of my ignition was in front of me.

When Glory tilted her head back to take a drink of her beer, I couldn't help but admire her throat. I lusted to suckle that spot just below her jaw that I loved nuzzled on mine. When I tilted my head back, I could see Glory was looking at me just as intently. The cold beer soothed my mouth and throat, and I let out a satisfied "Ahhh" before taking a second sip.

We drank in silence with our eyes locked the whole time. When the beer was gone, I started leaning toward Glory, my desire for her evident in my eyes. Glory leaned forward too, and just before our lips met, I moaned, "Oh, God," in anticipation of what was coming.

We both instinctively tilted our heads to the right just before our lips met. A massive explosion occurred in my guts just as our lips touched, and I jerked back as if I had touched an electric fence. Glory did the same, and I could see the same struggle on her face I was feeling inside as I tried to get a handle on what had just happened. I had never experienced anything like that, not even my first kiss with Virginia.

We were both gasping as though we had run a marathon. As one, we leaned forward again, our lips coming together, and our mouths opened simultaneously. I moaned from the sensation of Glory's soft, supple lips on mine as our lips crushed together. Glory also moaned, and our moans resonated and made a beautiful sound beyond description, reverberating throughout my whole body and setting me on fire.

My hands flew up to cup Glory's face, and her hands came up to cup my face. Our tongues battled each other, and I was amazed at how far Glory's tongue went into my mouth. Our kiss seemed to go on forever, and I lost myself in the kiss, not wanting it ever to end. The world went away, and the kiss was the only thing that existed. I tried to meld with Glory, desiring to become one with her. Eventually, I ran out of oxygen, and before I passed out, I broke the kiss, gasping as I tried to get air in my lungs. Glory was also panting, and as I peered into her eyes, I could see her desire for me reflected in them. My eyes burned from unshed tears as I basked in that desire. I could see the sheen of unshed tears in her eyes as my desire for her must be just as apparent in my eyes.

"Oh, Glory ...," I started before our lips crashed together again. I pressed into the kiss again, losing myself in the moment. Time stopped as our tongues caressed, and our moans melded into a single sound so alive it felt like a physical thing. Eventually, we had to break before we passed out to get air in our lungs. My nipples were so tight they ached, and my pussy burned and ran like the Amazon River. I badly needed my aching nipples massaged, but I wanted Glory to do it.

I needed her hands on my body, so I took Glory's hands and placed them on my breasts. Her hands started massaging my breasts, and I moaned, "Oh, God, Glory." My hands flew to Glory's breasts, knowing her nipples must be aching like mine. I massaged her breasts, feeling her hard stiff nipples poking the palms of my hands.

Our lips met again. A low growl escaped my throat from the feel of Glory's lips on mine. Her hands on my breasts and my hands on her breasts only heightened my desire. A similar sound emanated from Glory's throat as we both surrendered to the moment. As our tongues battled, I worked to remove her top, pulling the tied shirt tails apart and slipping it off her shoulders.

Glory's hands were working on pulling my top off, working it up over my breasts. We broke our kiss just long enough for me to raise my arms to get my top off. Like Glory, I wasn't wearing a bra. Our lips met again as our hands wandered over each other's bodies. I cradled Glory's breasts in my hands, loving the feel of her soft skin as my hands slid up and over her hard nipples, scoring my palms. Glory's hands drifting over my body sent shocks through my body, and I was sure my pussy had burst into flames; it was so hot.

I broke our kiss and started nuzzling Glory's jaw, slowly moving down onto her throat, nipping, licking, and sucking her smooth skin. I found a spot that made Glory moan and writhe, so I spent some time there, loving the effect I was having on Glory.

I started moaning and writhing myself as Glory pulled and pinched my hard nipples. After a bit, I started working my way down over Glory's clavicle and onto her chest. Glory leaned back against the side of the van as I began to nuzzle her breast, eventually making my way to her nipple. My lips moved over her pebbled areolas, finally capturing her long, hard nipple. I started sucking, licking, and nipping her nipple, and Glory's hands went to the back of my head and pushed my mouth even more firmly onto her breast. Glory started moaning, "Oh, God, Sam, yes!" spurring me to suck and bite her nipple even harder, sending tremors through her body. I was rolling and pinching her other nipple as I continued my assault on Glory's body.

I quickly switched nipples, sucking and biting the one I had been pinching. At the same time, I rolled and pinched Glory's saliva-covered nipple. I would have stayed there forever, but I wanted more. Before I could continue my journey to Glory's treasure, she pushed me back and leaned in, kissing and suckling her way down to my breasts. When her hot mouth swallowed my nipple, I moaned, "Oh, God, Glory," as she started in on my nipple. Each lick and nip sent shocks directly to my clit, making my pussy explode into flames. My hands went to the back of her head, and I started rolling my hips as I reacted to Glory's ministration.