OUT OF NEVADA

  Frank awoke with a start as an eighteen wheeler sped by his bed underneath an interstate highway sign. With a silent yawn he stretched his arms over his head before struggling to get up. He sat on his haunches and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, blinking them repeatedly. The sun was just starting to come up over the hills. As he looked up and down the road he wondered if there were anymore trucks behind that one.

  "Trucks usually travel in caravans, don't they? Tina? Sara?" He took a quick, and sarcastic, look around and shrugged, "oh, that's right, I'm alone." Frank rose up off the dusty ground and brushed off any of the road that had stuck to his trousers. He wasn't poor or a bum, nothing like that. He just wanted to see America the old-fashioned way. Spending only a few dollars a week and hitchhiking where he wanted to go wasn't such a bad existence. It's just that the desert brought him down, and there certainly was a lot of it right now.

  He opened his backpack and pulled out a twinkie, taking a moment to smile at all of his provisions. Water, twinkies, beef jerky, those little packaged burritos he loved so much, and snack pies filled with assorted and processed fruit. All this cost him about twenty bucks in that last town.

  What was that place called again? Paradise? Yeah, right.

  He couldn't even get bottled water there, just a couple of bike bottles full of the brown crap they had on tap. Oh well, he did get a decent meal and a bath at the local boarding house, at least it wasn't that big of a dump.

  Frank's ears perked up as he heard the loud rumble of a powerful engine. He glanced down the road and spotted a bright red car coming towards him at high speed, probably out of the same town he had left yesterday. "Thank god for that bath, it should come in handy right about now." He straightened up as best as he could with a small crick nagging him in his back, fixed his hair with smooth hand strokes, and stuck his thumb out in the cold morning air.

  As the car drew nearer he could see that it was a convertible with the roof down. He squinted and got a first glimpse at the driver; a large mane of light blonde hair blew in the cool, crisp wind framing a long face hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. He could see a smile through the windshield as the auto pulled up alongside him, coming to a smooth halt.

  "Need a lift stranger?"

  Frank sighed a happy sigh. It was a woman. It was a beautiful woman. Even seated he could tell she was a little over six feet tall and the top of her dress was having difficulty restraining her two well-formed breasts from the outside world. The white silk of her clothing was very nicely contrasted against the dark tan of her torso and her long and well-toned legs. She was a woman you have fleeting dreams about and tawdry fantasies that try to live up to those dreams later.

  "Why yes, I do." He fidgeted and in a concentrated effort not to look at her gorgeous form began to stare at the ground.

  "Well? Aren't you going to get in?"

  Her voice sent a warm tingle through his back and he wished he could record it just to play it over and over again to regain that feeling.

  "Okay." Without another word, Frank opened the bright red door and clambered into the passenger seat. After he closed the door the woman revved the motor and returned to the road. After a second he realized that he was stepping on something and moved his foot to see what it was. He picked a pair of open-toed sandals.

  At least, they used to be open-toed sandals.

  The leather across the top had been stretched to the point of tearing, as well as the strap behind the heel on one of them. The dark material was frayed with a lighter shade around the tips.

  Frank stole a quick glance across the car. She was indeed barefoot (and what lovely feet too, long but well proportioned, tanned with perfect toes, a golden ring circling one of those heavenly beauties, and smooth as...) Frank looked away and back at the sandal and concluded that it was too small and wasn't hers. "So, are you coming out of Paradise?"

  "Yes," she replied. Her long lashes blinked once. It was a slow dance they did as he could see each individual lash lower and raise in one smooth motion.

  "Business or pleasaure?"

  She tilted her head in mock thought.

  "A little of both. All towns seem to end up that way." She shifted in her seat, apparently to get into a more comfortable position, allowing Frank a better view of her lower portions as the bottom of her white dress slid a little up her thighs. It was now taut across her upper legs and Frank felt a drop a sweat form on his brow, despite the morning chill, as his eyes flitted up and down her body. Her large breasts heaved underneath the silk as she breathed slowly. Up and down, up and down, up and ... he looked in the rear seat to stop staring at her and noticed a button-up shirt in the back; it had a nice Hawaiian pattern, and something else.

  "May I?"

  "By all means." Her white smile and ruby red lips were intoxicating.

  Frank watched as she moistened those lips with her tongue ever so slightly. He giggled to himself and took the shirt from the back seat. Most of the buttons had broken off and there was a large tear down the center of the back, as well as in one of the shoulders.

  "Rough party?"

  The woman glanced at Frank after he asked and saw him poking his hand through the hole in the shoulder.

  "You could say that," her smile grew a notch and she looked back at the road.

  Was that an invitation to ask?  Frank's thoughts were racing, he was dying to know something about this woman.

  "I bet the owner of this shirt was one happy man."

  She cocked an eyebrow and looked at him again.

  "I didn't mean to imply, I mean uh..." Oh what a stupid thing to say! Frank you moron!

  She just laughed.

  "That's okay." She arched her head slightly backward. "I don't mind."

  My god, even her neck is beautiful. Frank felt relieved to hear her say that and banished the notion of banging his head against the dashboard in a feeble attempt at restitution for his careless words.

  "But it's my shirt," she continued and smiled again.

  Her shirt?

  "Can I ask what happened?"

  "Yes you may." A short pause.

  "Well, what did this?"

  "I did." Her smile broadened another notch. Frank let a puzzled expression pass across his face but quickly shook it away. He wiggled his finger through the hole once more to empasize his next words.

  "How?" His curiosity had certainly peaked by this point. She straightened her back, bringing her firm breasts bulging even farther out from the top of her dress.

  "Do you really want to know?"

  "Well, yeah." Although at this point he would be content to just sit and stare at her for the next hundred miles. After his response she slowly turned her head towards him, took off her sunglasses, and looked straight into his eyes. The sun glistened off the blue of her irises and she smiled again.

  Frank felt a little uneasy at her stare, then he noticed that her breathing had become a little shallow and she was starting to quickly blink her eyes. Before he could ask if she was okay, the front of her dress tore open slightly giving her breasts more room to push their way forward, the frayed edges danced about her cleavage. He could see her nipples harden underneath the white material creating large bumps in the fabric. Her smile gave way into a light-hearted laugh and Frank cringed a little against the side door. He looked down to see her starting to bend her legs, her knees rising on either side of the steering wheel even though her bare feet were still planted firmly on the pedals. Her dress, unable to contain her growing and now spreading legs, tore down the middle all the way up to her waist, revealing the rest of her tanned thighs and a pair of black, silk, panties that Frank could hear stretching as her body expanded inside of them. He looked up to her chest, which was rising to eye-level, just in time to see the fabric rip open entirely from the strain from her enormous breasts. They jiggled slightly as they spilled out in front of him, tan as the rest of her growing body, each one almost as large as his head, firm to the point of rock-solid, with dark nipples about the size of sand dollars; and they continued to heave up and down as she breathed. The dress that used to cover them hung loosely around her shoulders and sides as she continued to laugh.

  Frank looked up to her face as his heart pounded in his chest. She looked down at him beneath her breasts, opened her mouth, and slowly licked her lips. Without another thought, he opened the door of the car and leaped out, not caring about their current speed. She watched in the rear-view mirror as he tumbled on the road for a while before coming to a stop, get up, and limp away as fast as he could out into the desert. With a long, tanned arm she easily reached over and closed the door and laughed to herself. She looked down and with a simple shrug of her shoulders she tore open the rear portion of her dress, exposing her bare back. She ripped off what was left with a swipe of her hand leaving her in just the tight pair of silk panties. She threw the shreds into the air and they floated gently down to the passing street behind her.

  "I guess I can leave these on for now." She slipped a finger into the silk lace around her waist; a bit snug but still comfortable. The sun felt wonderful on her bronze skin and warmed her up nicely as the wind whipped her blonde hair and face. She was now tall enough to see over the windshield and she glanced at an approaching sign. It read :

    Las Vegas 170 Miles

  "Too bad, I really would have enjoyed the company." She laughed again as she pinched one of her exposed nipples just to test it's sensitivity. It sent a wave of pleasure through her that felt better than the warming rays of the sun. She wiggled her long toes, reached over to open the glove compartment, and took out a huge bikini top that she saved for just such an occasion.

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