1 comments/ 28566 views/ 1 favorites Questions for a Hitchhiker Just 30 By: jthserra Questions for a Hitchhiker Just 30 Miles East of Lincoln, Nebraska "The flipper's fine," she answered, "a little scratched from the asphalt." I smiled, looking back at the road, feeling a strange tingling in my stomach. Even in the flatlands of Nebraska, where the highway's a straight line to forever, you can't stay distracted for too long, especially if you are rolling at 75 on three bald tires with bad brakes. Besides, I didn't really want to dwell upon how foolish I now felt. I glanced over at her and she smiled back. My face felt warm and I knew I glowed like a red neon light. I wondered if she noticed. I'm a complete idiot. How often does a person run into anyone so beautiful, so exotic? I mean, look at her, how her hair splashes over her shoulders, how her eyes sparkle like a sea of blue, and her neck... like pure white sand. And all I could think to ask was: "How's your flipper?" Damn, I felt like such a fish out of water. I had to say something, to break the tidal pool of silence that lay between us, I had to say something charming and sweet, I had to ask a perfect question, one that would lead to a conversation. I took a deep breath, looked into the ocean of her eyes and asked: "So how's the weather where you're at... ah, from?" She smiled and replied, "Wet." I banged my head on the steering wheel as she moved in her seat, adjusting her tail. I looked back at the road ahead, at a complete loss of what to say next. My hands began to feel clammy while holding the wheel and I could feel a bead of sweat as it slowly worked its way down my cheek. "I'm a little nervous being here with you," she said, breaking the uneasy silence. "It's not often I get to meet someone like you." "Like me?" I asked, noticing as she tucked her long, straight hair behind her ear. Her ear seemed so tiny amid that black ocean of hair. "Yes," she answered so quietly, I leaned a bit closer to her so I could be sure to hear. "As you can tell, I'm not from around here." She nodded down at her aquamarine tail. I looked into her sea green eyes, wondering if I should ask how she got there. She blinked quickly, fighting tears. "Shh... look, it's okay, whatever it is. You don't need to talk about it if you don't want to. I'll take you anywhere you want to go." "Right now, I just need to get near some water; the climate is too dry here." "Something like a swimming pool or something?" "No, the chemicals are too harsh. A lake or stream or even a bathtub will be fine. Just something to help me cool down a bit, let my skin absorb some moisture." I sped up a bit, figuring we could find a hotel room somewhere near Avoca. "There's a small town just up ahead, there should be something there. Look, there is some bottled water in that case behind the seat. You're welcome to it." "Thank you," she whispered, "perhaps just a taste." She reached back, grabbed a bottle and twisted the top with her delicate fingers. She lifted it up to her full red lips and drank. I watched as a drop tumbled down her narrow chin and dripped onto her blouse. "It'll take just a few more minutes 'til we get there," I said, watching the wet spot on her breast expand as the drop was absorbed into the fabric. "You gonna be okay 'til then?" "Yes I think so." "As soon as we get there, I'll rent the room and then get the bath water running. Then I will come out and get you." "Please be sure it's cold, I don't want to get poached," she said with a weak smile. "Cold it is," I replied, turning into the parking lot. "Wait here just a minute, I'll leave the air running." I rushed into the office, signed for the room and paid cash, for one night. I waved at her as I headed to the room, her hand trembled a bit as she waved back. I needed to hurry. Once in the room, I immediately pressed the stopper over the drain and turned on the cold water. Leaving the door open, I rushed to the truck and moved it over next to the room. She was barely conscious, her eyes fluttered and her face now seemed pale. I quickly opened her door, and picked up her amazingly light body. Turning sideways to fit through the door, I carried her to the bathtub and put her in the cool water. Still not full, I left the water running as I went back and closed the door. Returning to the bathroom, I saw the water now was up over her tail, so I turned it off. I took a towel and folded it behind her head, gently stroking her hair out of the way. Her eyes still fluttered, but her skin seemed to be getting some color back. Her tail was turning a deeper green as aquamarine seemed to now lean towards emerald. I needed to pee but was afraid to leave her to go back to the motel lobby for a restroom. She still seemed pretty out of it, so I did the only thing I could. I lifted up the lid, positioned my body so she couldn't see much, opened my fly and went. Once finished, I quickly flushed the toilet, put the seat down and sat down facing her. Her eyes were open now, and she looked at me with a strange turn in her lip. "I... ah, I always liked watching," she whispered weakly. I looked at her, wondering what she was talking about. "Wh..." "I always like watching a man do that. Urinating I think you call it." "Hmm, I'm sorry, I needed to go and I thought you were not conscious." She smiled slowly, curling her nose a bit, "The sound of the water, your water got my attention, and, as I said, I've always liked watching. You have such a detached way of doing that, so, uh... separate." "Separate?" "Oh yes, I am used to feeling the warmth coat me as I do it," she said her hands running along her gleaming emerald tail. "Where... uh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask that." "Oh no, no, I am not ashamed." She moved her hand toward along the tail, to about where I might guess it would have been, thinking in terms of a normal woman. She moved a small flap aside and I looked at her emerald labia. Feeling a sensation in my groin, I sat upright, hoping my emerging erection would not become too apparent. She moved her hand and began unbuttoning her blouse. "Can you help me get out of this, we need to hang it up to dry." I watched as she removed her blouse, exposing two small breasts. Looking over her body now, I noticed how the tail made a gentle transition to human skin at her waist. The variation in colors and textures seemed oddly beautiful. Her stomach was very firm, with muscular lines curving up from the green of the tail to the slightly olive skin tone of her chest. Her breasts were firm, with only a slight green tint to the nipples. Realizing I was staring at her, I quickly averted my gaze. I grabbed her blouse and said, "I'll hang this up." "It's okay, you can look at me, I am not ashamed." "I'm sorry, I was staring." "It is okay. In fact, I find it flattering, almost as flattering as that," she said, nodding at my poorly disguised erection. "You know, I have shown you mine, perhaps to be fair, I should see yours." She leaned forward and grabbed the chain to the tub's stopper. Unstopping the bathtub, she looked up to me and asked, "Can you help dry me off." She sat up straight and I took the towel she had behind her head and began drying her shoulders. She arched her back, pressing her breasts forward so I could dry them. I gently ran the towel over her breasts, noticing how firmly her nipples protruded. She draped her arm over my shoulder and I lifted her, lightly drying her tail as she emerged from the tub. She supported herself with both her arms around my neck as I finished drying her. I then carried her and placed her on the bed. "You have been so kind to me," she said quietly, "can I ask you to do something else for me?" "Yes, anything." "In my bag, in your vehicle I have some cream. Could you go get it, I need to put some on my tail." I walked out and grabbed her bag. Stepping in the door I noticed how beautifully her tail glistened in the dim light of the room. "It's in here?" I asked. "Yes, that round jar. That's it, could you bring it over to me?" I sat down on the bed next to her and handed her the jar. I watched as she took a small amount and began running the cream down the length of her tail. Noticing my interest, she asked, "Would you like to try this?" She held the jar and nodded as I took a small amount on my hand and reached to her tail. Though I had carried her into the room, this is the first I really noticed the exact feel of her skin. I had expected it to be hard and scaly, but it was amazingly smooth. I slowly ran my hand along the length of her emerald skin, down one side and up the other. "It feels good that way," she whispered, as I ran my hand against the grain of feathery scales. "The cream..." "Yes, it goes a long way on my skin. Just a little bit can cover all of me," she said, with a light sigh. Then she stared intently into my eyes and whispered, "I can love a man." I paused, feeling a slight tremble roll through me. "How?" "Shh, listen to me, I will tell you how to love me, and I will love you." "Okay... ah, I'm a little nervous." She smiled, "Don't be, you have made me feel wonderful already." She took my hand and guided it to the flap of skin she moved exposing herself to me. "Here, uncover me, then rub the cream on me." I moved the flap and moved my hand onto her lips. I ran the cream over them in a circular pattern, watching closely as they caressed her. "Now, slip your fingers inside," she said with a deep breath. I slipped my fingers between the lips and felt the warm, moist softness of her. Then, I felt her squeeze herself over my fingers with a strength I found surprising. Then she reached down and took my hand, guiding me upwards, I found her clit, it was large, much larger than human women. I took it in my hand and stroked it and I could feel it pulse and move in my fingers. She began to move in a gentle wavelike motion, responding to my inexperienced touch. "Now," she said breathlessly, "let me see you undress." Moving my hand from her, I noticed she replaced my hand with hers. She looked at me lasciviously as I undressed, stroking her erect clit the entire time. In moments I stood before her, my erect cock stood only slightly larger than her clit. "Here," she motioned me to climb over her. "Straddle me with your knees and then lean forward. I will guide you." Placing my hands on each side of her, I leaned forward from my kneeling position as she took my cock in her hands and guided me into her. Immediately I felt an intense wet warmth that engulfed the length of me. I started to move, but she whispered, "No, don't move. Just be still, I will move for us." I froze, not sure what to do next, when I felt the walls of her pussy begin to move over and around me. The wet lips made a distinct slurping sound as they moved. "You are much smaller than men like me," she said, and noticing my slight frown she continued, "but that is very good. It often hurts with them, with you it is just pure pleasure." "But shouldn't I move some, how can I please you." "No, don't move, look down, I will show you how you pleasure me." I glanced down between us. Her clit began to move against me, it moved in unison with her muscles wrapped around me. "Yes, you do pleasure me," she whispered breathlessly. I leaned over her motionless, feeling her move over me, around me, against me. The feeling was intense, like no human woman I have ever felt, and in no time I felt myself climax, filling her with my come in spurt after spurt. Feeling me come, she relaxed her pussy muscles, but continued moving her clit over me. I reached down and began to lightly touch it as it moved. "Oh yes, yes," she moaned, "touch me harder." I took the clit and held it firmly against my pubis and moved it. She began her wave like motions, as I rode her crest to her orgasm. As she came, I felt an intense suction on my cock as her pussy drew my shrinking cock into her. Her clit stood straight up in my hand and shuddered as she screamed out, "Oh yes, feel me." Her eyes closed and she moaned. I was suddenly flooded in her juices as they seemed to spray over my cock, balls and hand. Afraid to move, I felt her continue to pulse for the next few minutes. She then opened her eyes and asked me, "How did you know to take hold of me like that?" "I don't know, it just seemed like the thing to do." "Most human men won't do that, I guess it reminds them of themselves. Funny, you will hold yourself like that, but are so timid about touching another organ like yours." 'Well, I didn't really think of it that way." "It was incredible." "You've had other men, human men I mean." "Oh yes, human men are so delightfully small," she said, nodding at my cock that had just slipped out of her. I cocked my head at her description of my manhood. "No, no... for me small is good, and to be honest, you are larger than many of the other human men I have had." I must have perked up a little too much because she continued, "But that is much smaller than men of my species." "Just how large are they?" She held up her hands a good foot and a half apart. "Of course they curve downward when they are excited, to fit down into me. But you see with you, you point slightly upward, touching me in just the right place. I barely have to move myself to get pleasure from you." "But what happened to the other men, the human men?" "Well, that's how I got here, out in the middle of, how do you call it, Nebraska?" "Yes, Nebraska." "I had loved several men at the water. They wanted to have me, keep me, but I didn't want them. They didn't listen to me, like the ones before them. They demanded what I do, they didn't do as I asked them. They hurt me, yes even with their small... their small..." "Cocks," I offered. "Yes, even with their small cocks," she smiled a bit at the word, "even with their small cocks it hurt me. I tried to get away from them and that's when they took me. They took me from the water and drove up here. "I pleaded and pleaded with them that I needed water. They stopped a couple of times, once putting me in a swimming pool, but oh how that burned me. Later they put me in a bathtub, but whenever they wanted to they hurt me. I tried to explain how it could be, but they didn't listen. "Finally, one night they were drinking what you call alcohol, a lot of it. When they fell asleep, I crawled away. When you found me I had been crawling most of the morning." "Damn those fools, they could have killed you," I whispered. "I like you, you listen to me, and oh you feel so good," she said as she moved her clit coyly over my flaccid cock. "You felt so good to me too," I responded, feeling a tingling in my balls. I looked down and watched her clit gently massaging my cock and felt her begin to move. I reached down and took both her clit and my cock into my loosely balled fist. They were still moist from her juices so I began to slowly stroke the both of us together. I felt her thrust upward into my hand, against my cock. It was too soon for me to get fully hard, but I continued to stroke, loosing myself in her waves. I rode her pleasure, stroking and stroking until she splashed upon me again. I waited for a few minutes as she regained her composure, opening her eyes and smiling at me. "You are so good to me." "You are good to me too, ah... What is your name?" "I am Vertain, and how are you called?" "I'm Wayne." With a mock flourish, she took my hand and shook it, "I am so pleased to meet you Wayne. I am so pleased to feel you," she smiled, nodding between us. "I want to take you home, back to the water," I whispered. "Yes, the water, I need to go back. I want you to take me, but only if you promise me one thing." "What is that?" "When you take me there, I want you to stay there, near me." I slipped my leg from over her and sat on the bed next to her. "Stay with you?" "Yes, I will need to go to the water some, but if you are near it, we can see each other, we can be together." "But what about the men of your kind?" "Oh no, they are much too big and like I always said, once you've had Wayne, you never go back," she said with a giggle. "And once you've had Vertain..." "Oh you have only had a bit of me..." she said slyly, "wait till you've had the rest of me." She leaned forward and playfully kissed my partially hard cock. "Rest him some for now, later I will show you." And she did show me, many times on our trip homeward.