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Anton had hitchhiked quite a bit across parts of Europe as a youth. While it probably wasn’t the safest mode of travel back home, it definitely had its perils in the US. Having garnered more than his share of stink-eyes when he told some of the people back at college how he planned to spend his holiday break, given his penchant for reckless adventure, Anton decided to try hitchhiking across the US anyway. Now, less than three days into his ill-timed excursion, Anton found himself in the passenger seat of a thankfully warm car, rescued for the frozen plight that most certainly awaited him.
Regina’s unease continued to permeate the cab of the car however, and once again she nearly yelped out in fear when she saw Anton reach for one of the zipped compartments of his bulky bag.
“Here’s my passport,” he offered, handing the stoic and suddenly very silent woman beside him the chilly document.
The three previous people who’d taken the chance to pick him up had all been truckers, and all of them, while exhibiting a fair amount of caution, seemed more than happy to ferry him a little further up the road. The last thing Anton ever expected was for a woman traveling all by herself to stop and give him a ride, even under such extreme circumstances.
Still, as he stole a peek over to his right and caught Regina in a moment of distant contemplation, a vague sense of excitement stung him in a place he was very familiar.
“Switzerland,” she said, loud enough for Anton to hear when she scanned the passport, very much appreciating the gesture, and certainly feeling a little more at ease given his openness.
“You do this often..just wonder the highways in the middle of the night?” Regina handed him back the dark blue booklet and asked in an disapproving, motherly tone.
“Not on a lot of night’s like this one,” he tilted his head and laughed heartily.
Anton proceeded to tell Regina a little about his background and how he wound up hitchhiking along the Nebraska/Iowa border, and with each word she felt more comfortable in his presence.
Ten minutes after she’d pulled over, only one other vehicle had passed and the two shared a poignant sigh of agreement that it would have been a very long night for Anton if she hadn’t stopped.
“The next city up is Missouri Valley..there might be a few motels up there but they may be filled because of the storm,” Regina wondered aloud. “Guess the only thing we can do is head up and check.”
Anton nodded his head as if to say ‘you know you’re way around here far better than I’ before Regina shifted the Prius into gear and pulled back out onto the road for their slow slog north. It didn’t take long for the sleet to start hitting the windshield once they left the cover of the overpass and when it did, the two inhabitants inside the car happened to turn and share an extended and greedy glance at the other at the exact same time.
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The roof of the motel could have been crashing down on top of her and Regina Wellstone wouldn’t have known the difference. The concussion of the 20 year olds savage thrusts sent one debilitating jolt after another up and down the 38 year old woman’s spine as she buried her writhing face into the scrunched pillow below. It seemed as if her muffled cries only egged the young man on as he plowed her from behind, hurling his rigid cock at a dizzying array of angles until she was blissfully cowering in the center of the bed.