#95

Molly

"Morning! Want 6 or 12 inches?" she asked

Automatically I answered "6 it is"

She looked me over and at my grinning face

I stuttered "ttttake tttwelve" and blushing

She reached for the buns "White or dark, wheat or rye?" 

I heard her, she was pretty 'nd gold-blond

"Whatever you can suggest"  I listened 

my voice breaking my eyes followed her 

making my roastbeef and sau'rkraut sandwich  

end of night early in the morning at this

hustling bustling Salad bowl truck stop

"What are you hauling?" was her question 

searching for words I found my self explaining

that I wasn't a truckor  saying a lot 

my mind was thinking "I love to f... her!"

"You'r wasting your time starring this way

I'm married with 4 kids here we are 

okay guy that's 4.44 with sales tax.

So paid up and left still as horny as 

I was hungry been driving long all night 

returned from California Bahia Sur.

Turned on from having watched earlier climb

those long beautiful legs out of this cab

of the big red truck and trailer combo

I had savor'd her wiggling tits and ass 

delicato  beyond the bathroom door

affection effected all of me

mind and crotch alike. Non stop fantasia

 in reality my trousers too tight

up front the big red rig just pulled out

a steam-whistle-and-horn was playing Good Bye.

She had my attention "Hiiiiiii" from the curb

she sang. I was ready to drop the sandwich. 

That were the bare tann'd legs, too short a skirt

to cover anything, a small rucksack 

holding  oh tiny waist! Oh knock out knockers, 

crowned by dark red lips framing white teeth 

her smile causing goose bumps 'nd rubbery legs.

I listened to my whistling voice blowing 

thin air and a "hiiii?" at her. "Where you heading?"   

"Monterey"  "You drive to the Ocean?"

"Monterey Bay!"  "Take me?" I noticed my hand 

was shaking. "Anytime!" my mouth said like 

nothing was happening. Did she know what 

was happ'ning in my pants. Drooling I open'd 

the Cadillac's door watching her fling her 

sack on the back seat, she was leaning in,

appetizing buns jumping from beneath

the skirt which didn't hide a thing or two

as she slid onto the seat my mouth fell

so did the sandwich she caught b'fore it hit

ground zero and I gawked at the scenery 

displayed by a skirt way too short or not. 

"You'r  cute, I love you!" and she blew a kiss.   

Walking to my side of the car a mile

around the never ending hood of the 

78 Eldorado Cadillac

I wasn't going to let her or was I 

driving me crazy and insane as well

thoughts of ownership, possession is 

all you need. Wild horse in my corral 

I felt no bigger need than to saddle up 

and ride this bronco past the morning's glow 

red sky had replaced the dark of night.

"You'r  cute, I love you!" and she blew a kiss.   

"Eh ye! Genie!" A voice was heard from over there

thumb and forefinger holding some clothing

waving from the passenger window of 

a dirty off road ready 4 wheel drive

Unshaved faces three guys laughing and joking

as one voice shouting "Come back Genie come!"

"Come get it! Genie! Let's come! Hurry up!"

from the pick up truck at the pump.

I froze, the ignition key already 

turned. "I wonder who she this Genie is?"

she broke the ice "I'm Molly, let's go now!"

Her hand touching my leg automatically 

the lever went into drive and honking

could be heard for a mile from behind us

An eye on the mirror, recalling

 the gun rack, yet nobody was chasing her 

for that wasn't  the Genie? She was Molly.

The route I took was one short of 69 

had no turn out for what I planned to do 

kissing and hugging and her hand touching

she knew and pointing at the next exit

"You'r  cute, I love you!" and she blew a kiss  

"Cuty I have to weeh!" she whined uneasily

 bare ass moving on the leather seat.

I took the one past Coral de Tierra

 up wind she did so next to the rear wheel

in full view of my rear view mirror

smiling our eyes were locking with each other

I handed her a box of tissues and 

she blew me with a O-so movie star 

O-shaped mouth, this time a kiss "Cuty O..."  

"Cuty, listen my friends call me "Honey!"

Below on the road a dirty pick up's 

off road tires were singing their song 

rolling west I had no desire to follow 

"You'r  cute, I love you!" and she kissed   

my reservations good bye if I

had any on the front seat turned couch 

having all we needed and each other 

coming up for air the leather being oiled

there and now I confessed never having 

been with a warmer, wetter, softer, firmer,

 gentler, wilder lover in my adv'ntures 

through loving-life. No word was said, lust kept

us stranded on a floating island of pink.

Love experienced in this the driveway 

of an expensive home came to a halt

a car pulling up honked and honked.  

Ashamed unsure what to do I watched 

her addressing the distinguished gentleman 

in his Bentley a convertible it was  

"Sorry Sir! We were leaving  right now! 

Sorry! We got lost!" And to me she whispered 

"Let's get the f.ck out of here my cuty."

I did agree feeling naked at the wheel 

not wearing a thing, searching for shirt 'nd pants..

I saw the Bentley stopping at her side, 

"Lady! You are on private property!"  

"Oh Yes am I?... We are leaving Sir!"

He looked like getting a heart attack

from seeing me naked as well as Molly

 who jumped on the road, head in the window 

giving mouth to mouth, b'for letting go, 

"Thank you!" all naked  she said, "You'r  so cute, 

I love you Sir!" The sandwich flattened 

with her climbing on the seat I watched

the gentleman catching air a few times

before handing her his business card

his face got color, less pale, more healthy

the sandwich gone limp by rolling ov'r it.

"That's good!" she mumbled, reviving it

 stuffing her mouth her fingers all busy. 

"You'r  cute, I love you!" and she blew a kiss.   

"Sex makes me hungry..."  and her tongue tasting

male,  she breathed "Cuty, I love you so much!" 

And I got to watch her many more times

saying "You'r cute, I love you." to all those

the people she got to know, strangers to me.

Past the driveway affair we spent a day 

and a night  in bed getting to know her

and me before going whale watching 

a trip on the sunny but windy bay

walked the historic path in Monterey

visited Clint Eastwood's  places in Carmel

we drove along 17 mile drive petting

stayed down south in Big Sur and were getting

high from the air and the beauty 

relaxed after massages in hot tubs 

in Essalen with an expensive dinner 

at the Ventana Inn and walked on purple sand 

in Liz Taylor's foot prints were making love

to the sounds of "Oh Cuty! Oh o yes..."  

I called her Honey she named me 

Cuty as we discovered 6 days of territory

but on the seventh she asked me to take 

her to the bus stop to catch the Greyhound.

She promised to write, to call and to stay

in touch and ever since have I checked 

my mail twice a day for a note by Honey 

I've written to the Post Office's dead end 

letter collection box asking to

please forward  all mail addressed with Cuty 

to my latest residential address.  

She had answered all my questions and more

had answered all my wishes after and before

fulfilled my dreams and never was shy

or showing discomfort when being asked

about her life which had been so diff'rent

in education, she grew up in the South,

could write a few sentences, read a letter,

and only the funnies from the newspaper ,

she knew how to turn a television, 

radio, player or any guy on 

loved sex since she was 14. The doctor 

said "You can't have children!"  Getting married

At 16,  for her yes, was a blessing,

to an older uncle, who she said was 

impotent, with a wedding which diff'rent 

instead of a passage into adulthood 

and family roles was a party alright

one of introduction to adultery all-night

a sex object for her husband's pleasures.

She took the wedding contract serious

and did what he said. Her wedding night she 

spent with 9 of his friends and relatives

on the bed as he filmed the event.

No expectation of primariness 

unless she was sexclusively his and

had to follow his orders. She had found 

him playing with other women when they 

visited his friends' homes, while he told her 

what to do, with whom and when to do.

Poor him who died from a pois'nous snake bite 

so she moved in with his relatives

another uncle's home, which was a nice 

and big home with many parties, swinging 

they called it and she had no regrets 

to any of it.  Now a couple of months ago, 

this uncle with a handful of money 

and a credit card had sent her into 

the world to see what's going on and to 

meet people and to travel her country.

She hadn't gotten a chance to spend any dollars.  

"Men all over the land by me things 

give me gifts and make me very happy!"

she said. "And who wouldn't..." I'm thinking out loud.

"her love, so genuine, so happy, so 

warm and easy going a natural.

She said it took her two weeks of trying

and practice to write her name onto the 

credit card, but now she could if she had to. 

However she hadn't had a chance 

to try such yet but many men en route. 

She had no shame, no guilt, no sexual taboos.

About strangers she said "Get to know em, 

love em and they are no strangers no more!"

About men "be nice to them, all are nice 

and soft and kind people except some drunks." 

About women "Don't use their lipstick nor 

men without permission you'll do fine." 

I had offered to drive her down to LA

"No!" she wanted to take the bus. I slipped 

some travel money into her bag, 

well knowing that she could handle life better 

than I ever would, or ever could.

And I dreamed of her for months since summer

now this winter I suddenly woke up

headed for the clinic to get a blood sample

drawn and sent to a Aids testing lab 

I was so sure that some thing as good as

Molly Honey had a price-tag attached

driving myself crazy waiting for it

the results to come in I was every day 

which passed and the test result being late

three diarrheic days later it was 

when I scared read it, the printed report

I had known it all the way there is no

free sex, we all have to pay for our sins.

Yet it said on the paper negative.

I checked with my doctor he said "Okay

there is no problem why come to me?"

"Second opinion I said," he laughed.

"Get another test in six months to see

what kind of result by then will be."

helmut s.  4/4/2000

01/09/2009 08:53:00 AM