Here I am, 60 years old and all alone. My wife and I just purchased a class A RV and we were planning a cross country road trip when she was diagnosed with cancer and was taken 3 weeks later. They told me not to make any rash decisions. Well it’s been a year now so I think my waiting period is up. I’m going to take that trip and see the country.
I packed the RV up and I took a month off work. It was the week after 4th of July so I was hoping the vacation traffic calmed down a bit. My first day out was Monday morning at 5am so I can get out of town, ahead of the commuter traffic. I started in California heading south along the 101 coast to Santa Barbara where I will make my first stop for the night before cutting over to Arizona to see the Grand Canyon.
I pulled up along one of the beaches and planned on just sitting back and enjoying the view of the waves. I made myself a sandwich, grabbed a soft drink and kicked back on my couch looking out the window at the ocean. It was summer time, but the micro climates along the ocean made it overcast and cold as the sun began to set. I didn’t want to drive the RV through Los Angeles during the day, I was going to nap and hit the road later that night hoping to get to the Grand Canyon by noon the next day, where I had a reservation at a trailer park.
Just as I was relaxing someone knocked on my door. I about spit out my drink, it scared the hell out of me to hear that. I looked out the back window to see if there was a cop car or any car that might have pulled up behind me, nothing there. I stood up and looked out the where I could see who was knocking. There were a couple of young kids in baggy clothes, and sandals, carrying large hiker’s back packs.
I opened the window, “Can I help you?”
The boy looked up at me with shivering lips as he asked me, “Excuse me but we’re hitching our way back to school in Virginia and we were just let out here and I was wondering if you were headed that way and maybe have a warm cup of coffee?”
I looked at the kids, very clean cut, no piercings or tattoos, from what I could tell. He had black hair, clean shaven face, clean clothes, and a “GWU” sticker on his pack. He was probably about 5’8″, slim kid. I may be 60 years old but at six feet tall and a buck ninety, I hold myself in pretty good shape, less the little thickness in the stomach area. I figure if there is a problem I can handle this kid. The girl was shorter, probably 5’6″, slim long black hair braided down her back. I reached over and unlatched the door.
The kids were hesitant as they peered into the RV. My RV is brand new, twenty-eight feet long with a bedroom in the back with a walk-around queen size bed, large back window, a separate shower on one side and the toilet and sink right across from the shower that makes up a little hallway to the bedroom. I have a nice little kitchen with a table which folds down to a bed, a full couch with a hide-away bed. When I park and let the pop-out go you can open the bed out. The pop-out makes the living room area really large. The driver and passenger seats swivel around adding more seating space.
The boy was cautious and before stepping up wanted to know where I was heading and if I was alone. I chuckled a bit thinking to myself that I didn’t have to let him in at all, but I just smiled and held out my hand, “Ted Parsons, I’m driving across the country to see the sites. Virginia is on my list. Whom do I have the pleasure?”
The boy looked up at me and grabbed my hand, “Ben Sands. I’m a Junior at GW, and this is my girlfriend Jennifer who is also a Junior, and we need to get back there before school starts. I don’t have a car and my parents really can’t afford for me to fly so we thought we would hitch as far as we could before spending the money on a bus or train ticket.”
Jennifer finally voiced up “I wasn’t about to miss out on the adventure, or let him go alone. If you wouldn’t mind the company we would be glad to pitch in for gas and food and help keep the place clean.”
I looked around, my RV is new, and I am very clean, but I see where the kids were going, no money and would work for a ride. I told them to hop on up and that my first stop tomorrow was the Grand Canyon, as I head East. It would be a few days before getting to Virginia where there school was if they didn’t mind the detour. They said they had left early figuring it would take some time to get back to school.
“I was just having a sandwich, care to join me?” I asked knowing full well, by the growling stomach noises coming from the both of them, that they were starving.
“Yes sir we would appreciate that very much.” His manners were sincere and not forced at all, good parenting I thought to myself.
I made a couple more sandwiches and gave them some chips and a drink. I let them eat in silence before I started in with my questions and concerns. “So Ben, what are you studying?”
Ben put his sandwich down and swallowed what was in his mouth before he spoke, “Well I started out as a Computer Science major, though I found programming was fun it just wasn’t interesting enough, so I changed my major to Information Technology. I am more of a people person, so working with people to help them set up an infrastructure or just basic desk top services was more inviting to me than writing code all day. I guess you can call me a nerd with a personality.”
We all chuckled. I was beginning to like this kid. I was feeling comfortable, a little too comfortable. I wasn’t ready to let my guard down.
“How about you Jennifer?” I said as I casually sat back on the couch.
“Jen, call be Jen. And no ‘Ben and Jen’ comments it’s just our names.” She started before answering “Psychology, but I want to go into Human Resources once I graduate. I’m not really into hearing people’s problems and most of the time I see their problems as superficial compared to what is really important in this world.”
I wanted to be taken aback but by her body language she was sincere and not trying to be rude in anyway. “Sounds like you both have goals and a plan, pretty ahead of the game as I see it.”
I noticed Jen was shivering. “You both look freezing. I have the hot water heater going if you want to shower while we wait here a bit. I can show you how to use the shower so you can warm up. I’m not leaving for a few hours. I’ll turn up the heater until then.”
We got up and I explained the shower to them as they gathered some clothes together and toiletries. “Soap and shampoo is in the shower already and toothpaste is in the drawer by the sink. Towels are in the cabinet. Just go fast, the water heater will empty before you know it.”
Jen went first and was done in about 15 minutes, fast for a girl with long hair, but I noticed it was dry when she got out so she must have tied it up. Ben was next but I made him wait a few minutes while the water heater replenished. The RV was warming up inside nicely. Jen came out wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants. Obviously she had no bra on, but her small titties were maybe an A cup, pointing out against her shirt were some very hard nipples. She didn’t seem to notice or didn’t care. Jen exuded confidence. As she sat down facing me her sweat pants road up into her snatch creating a nice camel toe. I am sixty not dead.