Rockies Road Trip With A Hot Hitchhiker
Her name was Aly, and we met her outside a small town east of the Rockies. We were driving cross country and she was hitchhiking out to Colorado. She had one of those huge hiker packs on her back and a sunny smile on her face as Dan pulled over to pick her up.
Her blonde hair was bobbed at the chin, framing her face, and she had warm hazel eyes. She wore cut-off shorts and a simple cotton tee. Her body was really fit, her arms and legs toned and tan. The cross-body straps of her pack framed her small breasts. I turned around as she slid into the backseat, smiled, and introduced myself and Dan. A look flashed across her face when I said our names but it was too quick to read.
“Thanks for stopping,” she said, leaning forward. “I thought I was going to be walking for the rest of the night.”