She broke the silence, saying, "I do think we ought to know each other's name, don't you?"
He laughed. "You're right, my name's Stevie, what's yours?"
"Wendy…Wendy Moore. I-I'm glad to know you, Stevie. Where are you hitchhiking to?"
"Trying to get to New York. You wouldn't happen to be going that far, would you?"
She paused, wondering if she really wanted him as a passenger all the way in; then she felt guilty and replied, "Why-why, yes, I am. But I was planning to break the trip. It is a long way to New York."
He flashed her a quick smile, not taking his eyes from the road as he said, "Don't worry, Wendy. I promise I'll get out and be on my way any time you want me to stop!"
She blushed in the darkness of the car, realizing then how her remark had sounded to him. "I'm sorry…I…I didn't mean to sound so, so… "
"Scared?" he laughed softly, finishing for her. "Hell, I don't blame you. You don't know me or anything about me, but I do promise no monkey business. And if you're still worried about having a stranger in your car, I'll leave you at this service station coming up."
Wendy saw the growing brightness of the approaching gas station and after a brief instant, she made up her mind. Without her telling him, he slowed and pulled in, stopping next to the pumps and lolling the engine.
"Besides, you are almost out of gas," he laughed.
She stared back at the open, smiling frankness in his face as he waited for her decision. His hand rested lightly on the door handle and she realized that he really didn't care too much if she put him out or not. Grinning, she said softly, "All right, you've convinced me! Tell the man to fill us up and we'll be on our way. Now, if you'll excuse me…" Without looking back, she flipped her credit card on the seat and walked quickly to the ladies' room It was only when she'd closed the door after her that she remembered she'd left the keys in the car. She shrugged, saying softly to herself, "Well, if he goes-he goes! I might as well find out now if he's a thief. At least I won't be in the car with him!"
Putting him momentarily out of her mind, Wendy turned her attention to the mirror as she reached into her makeup kit. At first she only glanced at herself; then realizing what was happening, she leaned in for a closer, more detailed inspection, trembling at what she saw. The lines were not as deep as before, but she could see each one with numbing clarity-the same tiny creases and blemishes that had marred her beauty before her miraculous discovery. The combination of ingredients in the formula that had caused her return to a teenage complexion was beginning to fade.
Although she'd enjoyed her newfound beauty only for a few hours, Wendy had no intention of ever returning to the other face, the face of a thirty-five-year-old woman, beautiful though she had been. Carefully selecting her different creams and lotions in the same sequence she had used them the night before, the night when the two men had added the most important ingredient of all-their semen. Wendy applied the lotions and smoothed them on her face. In a few minutes the job was done as she smiled back at her reflection, thinking of the young man waiting in her car…the young man who unknowingly would play such an important part in the completion of her makeup. Well, she thought as she closed up her case, it might not be too bad after all. He is a good-looking boy.
With one final glance to be sure she looked as good as possible under the circumstances, she walked back to the car. Her young passenger was leaning against the door, patiently waiting for her and smiling as she walked up.
He handed her the card and the unsigned gas ticket, saying. "Didn't think my name would look too good on this. I had them check out the car pretty good and I think we're ready to make it to the big city, unless you've had second thoughts about taking me along."
Wendy grinned and scribbled her name across the ticket and handed it to the passing attendant. "No, Stevie, I told you I had made up my mind," she laughed. "Now let's be on our way. You can drive, if you like. I'm more tired than I thought."
He held the door for her and Wendy slid in. She started to hold her short skirt down, then remembered what she had to do with him and she let it ride up high on her thighs as she twisted around to sit down. She knew the show hadn't been wasted on him and she smiled to herself, letting her skirt remain dangerously high as he jumped in beside her and started the engine. She saw his careful glance at her tawny thighs and she fought the temptation to' just throw her legs open for his inspection.
She studied him silently as he drove, approving of his youthful strength and looks, suddenly realizing that she wanted him, not only for what he could provide for her, but for the sheer joy of being possessed by him, to feel his hardness working against her. Wendy shivered at her lewd thoughts but couldn't dispel them and she dropped her eyes to his lap. His legs were spread wide while he drove and she wet her lips as she saw the dormant bulge of his penis lying quietly against his leg, stretching the covering of his thin trousers. From the looks of the erotic outline, she knew he would be large and the thought of taking it out, actually holding it in her hand-putting her lips to the engorged head. She groaned, realizing that she was working herself up better than he could ever have done.
"What's the matter…you not feeling good?"
She started, then laughed shortly, saying, "Wh-what! Oh, I didn't know you heard me. No, I'm feeling fine, just fine. Tired, I guess. Say, I've got a thermos of coffee somewhere in the back seat. Why don't we pull over and have a cup? It might keep us both alert!"
Wendy smiled nervously at his questioning glance and.she knew he thought something else besides coffee was on her mind. Without a word, he swung the car into the next pull-off, easing it well up against the edge of the darkened woods before shutting off the motor. In the sudden silence it seemed to Wendy that she could hear the loud pounding of her heart. With a twinge of anger, she saw that he was just sitting quietly, his hands resting lightly on the wheel as he waited for her to make the first move, or say the first word.
"I-I must say that was quick," she stammered, trying to keep her voice light and steady. "Now. Let's see if I can locate that thermos without unloading the back seat."
She waved away his offer to help and turned toward the back seat, leaning over from the waist as she rummaged through her luggage. She knew her dress was hiked up in the back almost to her panties, and she could hardly breathe as she fumbled intentionally in her search, waiting to see if he would take advantage of her unspoken invitation. She squirmed her hips, dying for the touch of his hands, his lips, silently cursing him for not making a move, for forcing her to take the initiative.
Suddenly, she twisted around, the thermos in her hands. When she sat back down, she sat with her knees pulled up and facing him. She felt certain that even in the intimate darkness of the car he had to be able to see the whiteness of her panties that pulled so tightly over her warm crotch. She could feel the wetness between her legs and she longed to spread them, to pull him between them, to ease the gnawing itch with the hard length of his penis thrusting into her.
"Here, I'll turn on the map light so you can see how to pour." His voice was soft, husky-sounding, making Wendy tremble all the more as she realized both of them were playing a game with each other. When he turned the map light on, both their laps were bathed in the soft light and Wendy gasped at what she saw.
He had twisted to face her, and when she looked down at his crotch, she saw the jumping bulge of his penis straining against his trousers, long and thick, throbbingly hard. Almost fearfully, she looked into his eyes, at the tortured expression on his face as he gazed down at her exposed thighs and the soft promise between them The thermos dropped from her unfeelingly as they stared at each other, waiting. She knew that he wasn't going to make the first advance, holding to his promise stubbornly. With her hand shaking noticeably, she reached out slowly, an inch at a time while her eyes still held his, watching his eyes flutter closed as she gently found his lap, tracing over the stretching outline of his penis with the tips of her fingers, then moaning as she closed her hand around the hard thickness of it, squeezing it with desperate hunger.