Sixteen-year-old Hitchhiker
Copyright© 2026 by Kathleen Simpson
Chapter 2
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Cindy Taylor is sixteen years old. Having lived all her life in a small Missouri town, she is drawn by the lure of excitement to Los Angeles. Innocent and naive at the time of leaving home, she soon learns what it will take for her to get along.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape BiSexual Fiction Group Sex Anal Sex First Oral Sex Prostitution
Cindy tried to keep from acting too nervous as she stood in one of the lines at the first and only bank of Pleasant Hills. In her hand, she was holding a withdrawal slip for the balance in her meager savings account.
“Well hello, Cindy. And what can we do for you today?” the teller asked, her voice and smile friendly.
Cindy handed the girl her withdrawal slip.
“All right, Cindy, just a second, please.”
Cindy looked around the bank as she waited. She was certain everyone was watching her. She was also certain that they knew why she wanted the money, even though she had told no one except Karen. And even Karen didn’t know she had decided to leave.
“This is a lot of money, Cindy,” the teller was saying as she walked back up to her window and the waiting girl.
“Uh, yes, I-I know. I’m buying a present for my mother. That’s what I’ve been, uh, saving it for.”
“I see,” the teller said, eyeing the girl curiously. “Well, that sounds like a nice thing to do. All right, twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, one hundred, twenty, forty, sixty-”
Cindy watched as the money was counted out for her. Two hundred and twenty-five dollars. Stuffing the bills into her pocketbook, she said her thanks and walked out of the bank. Looking around, she tried to make sure no one saw her heading toward the main highway. Her plan was to hitchhike out of town and then catch a bus to go the rest of the way. With everyone knowing her, there wasn’t any way she could board a Greyhound in town and get away with it.
It didn’t take long for her to make her way to the highway. As she stood on the side of the road, thumb out, she wished she could have taken a small suitcase with some clothes in it, but there wasn’t any chance of her getting it out of the house without her parents knowing about it. She would just have to make do.
It was only five minutes before a car pulled over to give her a lift.
“Hop in, honey.”
Cindy got into the car, and the man driving pulled back onto the road.
“Where are you heading?” he asked, smiling.
“Uh, Kansas City,” Cindy said, looking at the driver.
“How old are you, honey?”
“Si-eighteen,” Cindy said, quickly correcting her impulse to say sixteen.
“Uh-huh. What are you going to do in Kansas City?”
“Catch a bus for L.A.”
“L.A. huh?”
“Yeah. Hollywood.”
“I see. You plan on becoming a movie star?”
“No,” Cindy said, smiling and feeling herself relax.
“You know, you’re pretty enough to be a movie star. By the way, my name’s John. What’s yours?”
“Cindy. Cindy Townsend,” she said, quickly changing her last name for a reason that wasn’t at all clear to her.
“Well, I’m glad to meet you, Cindy. I’ll tell you, I happen to be going on to L.A. If you’re interested, I’ll be more than happy to give you a lift. It would save you the bus fare.”
“Gee, that would be super,” Cindy said, happy with the prospect of not having to spend any of her savings on getting there.
“All right, good. Well, you might as well make yourself comfortable. It’s going to be a long trip.”
“How long do you figure it’ll take?” Cindy asked.
“Ohhh, let’s see. About three days, I think. And don’t worry. I’ll take care of your room and meals, too.”
“Say, that’s really nice of you,” she said. “How can I thank you?”
“Oh, I’ll think of something. You look like a friendly girl.”
“Oh, I am,” Cindy said. “I have lots of friends,” she added, clearly not understanding the meaning behind his words.
“Well, that’s good to hear. A person should have lots of friends.”
The rest of that day’s drive was a combination of talking and listening to the radio. When darkness began to fall, they were already into New Mexico.
“Why don’t we stop here for the night and then we can get an early start in the morning,” John said. It was more a statement than a question.
“Fine,” Cindy said, tired from the length of the drive.
Pulling into a motel, John told Cindy to stay in the car while he went in and registered. Agreeing, she watched as he walked into the small, brightly lit office. It wasn’t too long before he walked back out to the car, carrying a room key.
After parking the car in a numbered stall, they got out and went into the room. Cindy had already explained how her luggage had been ‘stolen’.
“Well, this doesn’t look too bad,” John said as he looked around the sparsely furnished room. Closing the door behind him, he slipped the chain latch into place and turned the bolt lock.
Cindy looked at the cracked plaster walls and ceiling. The bed was a creaky old thing, along with the dresser. Both looked as though they were ready to fall apart.
“Would you like something to eat? I noticed there was a diner on the other side of the parking lot.”
“Oh, just a hamburger, I think,” Cindy said.
“All right, why don’t you go ahead and get comfortable and I’ll run across.”
Alone in the room, Cindy, for the first time that day, wondered whether she was doing the right thing. Although she didn’t know all that was to take place, it was clearly evident that she would be sleeping not only in the same room with a man, but also in the same bed. The thought of it both excited and scared her. It would be the first time she had ever done such a thing.
Just then, it occurred to her that she didn’t have a nightgown or pajamas. She would have to sleep in her bra and panties. As she was sitting on the bed, contemplating the night, the knob turned and John walked back into the room carrying a bag of food. She watched as he locked the door behind him.
“There you go. One burger with everything except onions,” he said, smiling as he handed her the sandwich.
Setting the bag down on the dresser, he pulled off his jacket and tossed it across the back of a chair sitting in the corner of the room.
Cindy was hungrier than she thought. It wasn’t long before the hamburger was gone. Lying beside her on the bed, John eyed her expectantly.
“Guess we might as well get some shut-eye,” he said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Do you need some help getting undressed?”
“No, I-I can manage,” Cindy squeaked, trying to keep control over her voice.
Standing up, she slowly pulled the sweater she was wearing over her head. Taking a deep breath, Cindy let it fall to the floor and then began pulling down the zipper on the side of her skirt.
“Hey, you’re all right,” John said, leering at her semi-nude form. Standing up, he quickly pulled off his shoes and pants, laying them, too, across the chair. With just his shorts on, he got back into bed.
Keeping on her bra and panties, Cindy, too, got into bed, feeling a chill running up and down her spine. She watched as he reached up and turned off the bedside lamp. It was dark now and the only sound in the room was his breathing. Cindy was holding her breath, waiting to see what would happen. She didn’t have long to wait.
It was a minute later when she felt John moving over on the bed, and then his leg was pressing against hers.
“Can you go to sleep, honey?” John asked, his voice sounding thick to Cindy.
“I don’t know. I guess so,” Cindy said. “Would you like to relax for a while?”
“I-I am relaxed.”
“No, I mean really relax.”
Just then, John rolled over onto his side, taking Cindy’s face in his hand. His mouth came down on hers in a warm kiss. It was Cindy’s first really one.
She could feel her heart beating wildly inside her chest as sensations she had never felt before began racing through her body. She felt his tongue pressing against her closed teeth. Slowly, she parted them, and he slipped inside, groaning with desire.
The kiss was setting her body on fire. She was both afraid and eager. She wanted to run yet stay. She wanted to stay ignorant of man-woman relations yet learn. Instinctively, she put her arms around his back in a bear hug. Slowly, she began teasing him with her own tongue, licking lightly around the inside of his mouth, playing tag with his own tongue.
“That’s right, baby. Now you’re getting it,” John moaned, pressing one hand to a bra-covered breast and squeezing it gently through the thin cotton material.
Cindy moaned softly as she felt the soft mound of her breast being squeezed, bringing her pink-tinted nipple to life. Now she wanted to feel his hand on her naked breast.
“Take my bra off,” she gasped, her voice filled with excitement, the fear long forgotten.
Sliding his hand underneath her back, John found the small metal clasp holding her bra together. It took only a second for him to unsnap it and pull the straps down from her shoulders.
“Oh, John, John, John,” Cindy moaned, whispering his name over and over again as his hand covered her soft, quivering mound.
“You like that, honey?”
“Oh, yes, yes. That feels wonderful. Oh, it feels so good when you squeeze it. Especially around the nipple. Mmmm.”
“Well, now, I can make it feel even better than it does now,” he whispered.
“Oh, no. I’d die. I can’t take it now,” Cindy gasped.
“No, you’ll take it. And you won’t die. You’ll just beg for more and more.”
As he spoke, John lowered his mouth to one rigid, throbbing nipple. Slowly, he began licking around one sensitive tip until Cindy was writhing with desire underneath him.
Cupping and squeezing the soft, jiggling mounds with his hands, he slowly moved back and forth from one delectable nipple to the other until she was crying with passion and begging to be released.
Leaving her breasts, John started licking down her stomach, drawing nearer and nearer the juicy junction between her widespread thighs.
“Oh, John, what are you going to do?” Cindy gasped, her heart beating even more wildly now.
“Just making you feel good, baby. Now, you just lie back and enjoy it.” By now, his tongue was twirling through the light, downy patch of Cindy’s pussy hair, drawing ever nearer her wet, creamy slit.
Her brain exploding with lust, Cindy ground her inexperienced ass against the bed, thrilling to the sensations John was bringing to her young and innocent body.
When his hands touched her pussy lips and pulled them apart, Cindy was suddenly embarrassed and tried to pull her legs closed.
“Hey, easy, baby, easy. Just relax, and I’ll take good care of you.”
“But-but you were going to lick me there. That’s-that’s where I-I pee.”
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